2010 — 11 March: Thursday
And another midnight-plus special again. It's 01:48 and I'm just back from Winchester and a pair of good films: "Milk" and "Step Up". Better get some sleep as we're off on a walk in a few hours, and then there's a birthday meal in the evening (that I'd forgotten about).
G'night.
A grey start...
... but at least it's not raining. It's 08:11 and there's therefore plenty of time for an unhurried breakfast and the prep of a packed lunch. Don't want to exhaust ourselves on the walk but the fresh air will clear the cobwebs. Where's that cuppa?
Don't think I could face so much "Anger" at this time of day. Nor would I like to be between a (Northern) Rock and a hard place. Interest rates were never this low for the entire quarter of a century I spent in thrall to mortgages. How come people are still in arrears? Meanwhile, "Der Spiegel" reckons the Euro is finished. What on earth would Christa1 say to all this chaos?
Right!
It's just turned 10:00 and it's therefore time I wasn't here. Wonder where we'll end up today? Wherever it is, we must be back in good time for the birthday boy's bash, and preferably leaving time for a shower and change... Slightly less grey out there, and about +4C but the wind is chilly. Let's hope the smoked salmon sandwich survives.
Back...
... in record time. It was nearly seven miles around Compton, but without driving anywhere first which makes a big time difference. So it's now 13:31 and the next agenda item is a nice, hot cuppa.
Well worth frequent visits
I've mentioned this chap's excellent blog before... I'd forgotten how very different Ronald Searle's cats always were from, say, Kliban's:
I'm pleased to see Pink Floyd winning their court case. (By the way, which one's pink?)
I must say, it tickled me to learn that the latest experimental fusion reactor was called "Iter" (the Latin for "way" or "route") as the one time I ever had cause to use Latin in a real conversation (in Italy, in 1965) was in the sentence "Hic est iter minimum." My, that was a long time ago! Speaking of which, it's time (17:15) to throw on a glad rag or two, and then re-hit the road. TTFN.