Some Diesel Park West early on Tuesday morning to accompany the Bran Flakes.
Betcha there’s NO OTHER blogger who will start a post with the same sentence.
I’m on a kinda DPW sabbatical right now. I’ve got the Jon C Butler [arf] album lined up on the playlist. But I’m not feeling the hippy shit vibe.
And so it was strange that I decided to give the Summer of Love EP a spin.
It’s half decent, actually.
I’ve never bought into any of this hippy shit.
NEVER TRUST A HIPPY, etc Comrades.
I do like a bit of Alone Again Or, mind. The Damned version from 30 summers ago [gosh] holds some very fond personal memories of the time.
I was joined for the DPW listening by Daisy. She decided to sit on my lap
This hasn’t happened in nine months or so.
It didn’t last long.
Anna made a racket with her 7am S Ldn disappearing act.
Daisy did a runner.
I pressed on with the work.
The Postman Delivers:
Plus a LOVELY postcard.
OH how we miss him 🙁
Mid-morning saw my first cycle along the Trail for a few days. It was more like mid-October than high summer.
West Ham Wanker was banging on about bloody bowls in the gym.
He is upset that a prior bowls booking will lead him to missing the first West Ham match of the season.
Width Woman ruined my swim.
But you did.
A lane share with Width Woman was the only option available. I didn’t have time to arse around in the UKIP Racist Spa and wait for some space.
Width Woman plodded up and down, taking up the whole width.
I counted six kicks to my ribs in the forty lengths that I put in.
Cheers, Width Woman.
More work, more @RobertElms listening.
King’s Cross was the location for Around Your Manor.
KX is far from my manor, but it is one of the few parts of N Ldn that I can tolerate.
I think that it’s a Nottingham thing. I’m fascinated in how the surrounds of the main London terminals take on the character of the stations that they serve.
There always seems to be a strong East Midlands presence to me around King’s Cross.
That’s a polite way of saying that I always bump into plenty of pissed up Forest fans.
The rest of Tuesday just… went.
Work took up most of the time.
And bloody frogs.
JUST LEAVE THE CHUFFING FROG ALONE, Dotty.
I lost count how many times I had to do the Frog Run to the pond at the end of the road.
I caught the athletics for the first time since the Championships started. We’re off to the London Stadium on Friday.
I’m not sure what we’re watching.
Is it really summertime?