Any early morning that starts with Eek-A-Mouse has to be an ACE morning.
Na Make Mi Girl Go Away was a rather decent start to #LateJunction as I fired up the work tools for the 7am shift.
And them some Woody and Riding in my Car.
Bloody LOVE #LateJunction
I bashed out a brief Chronic piece, and then cycled off along a blustery Trail towards the gym.
I’m getting pretty pissed off with gym buddies.
Maybe it’s because I have no buddies?
The way in which they monopolise a piece of equipment is poor etiquette. I wouldn’t such mind, but most of the time the Buddy Boys sit there talking crap.
You won’t get a body beautiful with your bloody bants, buddy.
My frustrations disappeared with the swim. I had the whole pool to myself.
I was on a downer once again with the showers.
They REEKED of piss 🙁
The luncheon work shift was manic. It meant that I missed the Theresa May speech.
@RobertElms instead was superb.
The Rock ‘n’ Roll Routemaster chap had a feature on an early Jam performance along Newport Court in Soho.
It’s well worth a catch up, one hour and thirty in on the iPlayer.
The summer garden table was cleaned and stored away for another season later in the afternoon. This is symbolic. I held back the emotions.
Farewell my summer love, etc.
I took the opportunity to put the OCD shed in ship shape for the winter season.
EVERYTHING has its place.
A little manic gardening followed. The spiky plant that we killed off over five years ago refuses to die. Another offshoot was sprouting up, hidden away from where the table was.
I pulled, pulled and pulled – much like the old fella in the Enormous Turnip.
You know where this story is ending.
Five minutes later and I was flat on my backside with my arse hanging out of a large plant pot.
Private Eye picked up on our Buzz story about Lambeth Labour lobbying the Tories to try and silence scrutiny in the borough.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) October 4, 2017
I had some early evening work, and then buggered off back to S Ldn.
Anna passed me in the opposite direction somewhere around Chelmsford.
I cycled down from LS back to Sunny Stockwell. I passed a S Ldn yoof pulling a wheelie on a Brompton along Kennington Road. I’d wager that S Ldn yoof hasn’t got a receipt for the Brompton 🙁
This was the first time that I have seen the flat since the paint job was finished.
It looks pretty fantastic.
It smells even better.