I love waking up to Cricket Breakfasts. But not so when England are on the brink again. This ain’t gonna be a five day Test, right?
The most WEIRD morning conversation followed with A. The girl has taken to bingeing on golfing celeb YT videos. The premise is that some half decent ex-football pro plays a round of gold with a pal.
BANTZ naturally follows.
A loves a bit of it:
“I’m learning so much from the golf action shots.”
Yeah, right. I despise BANTZ in any form. I think the celeb YT golf vids are her way of getting the required BANTZ intake for the day,
Anyway.
I foolishly asked her who Jimmy Bullard was playing golf with in the current vid she’s bingeing on.
“Jimi Hendrix.”
Blimey.
I’d be half interested in that, luv.
It turns out that she meant snooker Boy Wonder Stephen Hendry. It was rather early in the morning.
Album of the Day: The Teardrop Explodes - Kilimanjaro
There’s so much soul throughout this album. The horn section is STONKING throughout. Yet there remains a dark, early 80’s mystique. You can almost feel the weight of the trench coats as you listen. I had no idea that PWEI sampled When I Dream. A fantastic album
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
The Window Man and his team rocked up. The Window Man and his team departed. They’ve added some extra led to the kitchen installation. All we need now is a FUCK OFF downpour to road test it.
To the Table of Dreams!
We were both free mid-morning. I decided to take the Dog Shit End of the table. I was wearing my wellies.
It turned out to be a lucky move. I walked away with a well-fought 4-3 win.
A disappeared for silly golf. I carried on walking. There was no real purpose, apart from getting the daily steps count in.
I headed out along Ferry Marsh. Drizzle joined me as I departed. It was bloody muddy.
Forest podcast catching up took place as I paced around. The Garibaldi Red monologues work really well. It helps if you know your stuff and are able to articulate it.
A sonic boom could be heard from down the other end of the estuary. The MOD seems to be testing Gawd knows what at regular intervals these days.
I reached the Quay and kept on walking. Some lone piper was playing his bagpipes out in the open down by the Sailing Club.
#WeirdWiv, etc.
I stopped off at the Coop on the way home. A Weird Wiv sort was returning a half empty bottle of red, asking for a refund.
“My Dear. It tastes awfully beastly.”
Hic, etc.
The cheeky fucker talked himself into having a full refund.
That’s a new one on me. I must try it, day in, day out.
Chin chin.