A pleasant surprise to start Saturday morning: the return of the reluctant podcaster.
Hurrah!
The Coffee Ponce of SW8 is back.
A most welcome surprise to start Saturday morning: the Coffee Ponce of #SW8 has returned to my RSS feed https://t.co/PvWJwuVYfF Goodo.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) September 30, 2017
Back to basics as well - the way that all half decent podcasts should be, right?
Daniel Cruz Tizon is Available has been much missed over the past few months. The S Ldn DIY ethos dictates that you get on with it, and do your own thing.
Welcome back, fella.
It was also a welcome back for the 7am weekend shift.
OH JOY.
Actually it was OK. I’d rather be earning at this hour than have two naughty cats prodding me from head to toe on top of the duvet.
I took the opportunity to catch up with the Novara Media take on Conference.
It was a fascinating discussion about how although the party has shifted, the local CLP level remains an establishment based beast.
For now…
Decent discussion from @novaramedia on the 'toxic' stitch up of Cllr candidate selections in CLP's. For now… https://t.co/GATBKug6Pq
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) September 30, 2017
Mr Apple tried to get me to update to iOS11 after 8am.
No ta, fella.
I will at some stage over the weekend. But I had a busy day planned out and about with the iPhone. I didn’t fancy bodging my way though an OS that I don’t understand whilst getting content out there.
Anna and I had a romantic early morning appointment observing the S Ldn worms - from the comfort of the Essex shed.
My makeshift wormery for the weekend seems to be stacking up well. The worms are being transported to their Transpontine home on Monday.
Lucky sods.
We then both cycled off along a busy Trail, en route to Colchester Park Run.
Runners, riders and dog walkers were everywhere at 8:30am.
Park Run was WEIRD.
I was blocked in at the start for around 30 seconds or so. This led to low expectations of pushing to break the PB.
The official race time of 21’30” was pretty BONKERS - five seconds off a PB.
Five seconds off a @Colchesterparkr PB. Bugger.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) September 30, 2017
I was more surprised than pissed off.
It then became even WEIRDER when Madam Pacemaker from S Ldn rocked up.
wtf?
Never the twain, etc.
It turns out that Madam Pacemaker is a Sunny Colch girl. We had a decent chat about the differences between Brockwell and Castle Park Run.
I left feeling very disorientated, but full of LOVE for Park Run and the hippy shit happiness that it spreads.
My paint man texted as we were leaving the park. What would have been a week long job back in the flat for Anna and I was completed in a day.
*just* about getting there.
We rocked up to firstsite, both still wearing our running gear, and both still stinky poo.
It was the opening morning for Emily Mulenga’s #TakingUpSpace debut exhibition. It was very playful, very digital and very contemporary.
I’m not quite sure how well it will be received in Sunny Colch…
It was ACE to see the positive message of black, female empowerment being explored.
Anna wandered into the Lubaina Himid gallery space and said that this looks interesting.
I reminded her that we had looked at it in great detail less than a month ago…
Mark and Sparks then pissed me off.
Blimey - Tell It Like It Is, etc.
I took out a credit card - my only credit card - purely as part of the deal for spend £100, get £50 extra on the card.
The dosh had to be spent by the end of September, i.e. today.
I bought three classic work shirts online, and then £10 of socks to top it up to £100. These were due to be collected in store today.
I turned up in Sunny Colch, only to find that the shirts had arrived, but the socks were out of stock.
Arse.
Which all meant that I had a few hours to spend £10 on a card that I don’t really want, just to qualify for the freebie £50.
Never underestimate the pulling power of Marks and Sparks undies, Comrades.
Marx in, Spencer out, as we use to say in our Essex University sociology days.
We cycled on to the Hythe and had a brief look around the architectural salvage yard. We are still after a poncey coffee table for the flat.
I managed to work on Anna for her to agree to me buying the extra poncey table back in East Dulwich next weekend.
We stopped off at the gym. Anna disappeared to the pool whilst I grunted on some weights.
Five minutes later and a semi-naked Anna greeted me in the gym.
OH HAI, you freak.
She had left her goggles back at base and wanted to borrow mine.
My own swim was ACE. Forty power lengths and a chlorine breath to boot.
LOVE IT.
We caught the fag end of the Sale Trail back in the village.
Most of it had been sold; we didn’t know where the trail started on finished.
And then out went the shout of:
“To Brightlingsea! For BOOZE!”
Hurrah!
It was the usual photo heavy walk along the Estuary Wilds.
We had a bit of a Withnail bull incident out towards Alresford Creek with a stray beast blocking the path.
“A coward you are Withnail. An expert on bulls you are not!”
etc…
We made it to The Railway before dusk. The reward was three pints of Maldon Oyster Stout.
F-YEAH.
Some bus bollocks delayed our return.
I got a little shouty shouty with some Sleaford Mods whilst cooking the evening pasta.
Chin chin.