Month: March 2003

Took a very pleasant stroll down to the harbour this afternoon. I had intended to walk across Fishbourne Meadows and follow the high water path to Dell Quay, but the meadows were more like a swamp, so I walked past Fishbourne Mill, past the millpond and through the reedbeds to the high water path on the western side of Fishbourne Channel. Very pleasant indeed.

Last night, sausages and mash with Lady Bren, Lord Percy, Julie, Paul and birthday boy Michael, followed by strutting of funky stuff at Thursdays, which was particularly awful, even by Thursdays standards, with a pretty appalling music selection – evidenced by the number of people queuing with us for a taxi at 12.30.

Oops. Forgot the kick-off in the FA Cup was early today, so haven’t made the transfer I was going to. Oh well.

Brighton 2 – Rotherham 0. More please.
Slightly alarmed that Seaman has already conceded one goal in the FA Cup match after less than three minutes. Not good for my AFF Cup-winning hopes.
EDIT: and Thierry Henry has missed a penalty! AAAARGH!
FURTHER EDIT: he’s made up for it.
EVEN MORE: and now he’s been substituted.
I’ve come up with a strategy though – I’ll need to make at least one substitution in my team tomorrow morning.

I’m rubbish at this.

Chichester’s Stop The War march seems to have been pretty well supported, perhaps more than most people (myself included) might have expected. I watch it proceed along East Street and past the Cross to the rally on the Cathedral Green. I’m not an expert at counting crowds, but I would say that there was between 750 and 1000 people there. Notable was that although the usual Chichester "cranks" were present, so were an awful lot of ordinary couples, families and pensioners – people of all ages and backgrounds – undoubtedly a good thing.
Quite a few other people gathered around the crowd at the rally, but they seemed to drift away after about fifteen minutes of speeches, probably hastened by a little light drizzle and the thought that the banks were about to close for the day.
The pity is, I really doubt that Chichester’s rally will make much difference to our illustrious leader’s desire to let off the fireworks in the Middle East.

Hmm. Contemplating the weekend. Plan at the moment looks something like this:

• soak in the bath (done that)
• bank and shopping. I’ve decided to hold back on the boots for a while – my finances are still not perfect by any means.
• since the weather looks a bit pants, I may stay in and actually finish the long-awaited upgrade to radio grayblog
• down to Percy Towers for sausage and mash, Beano stylee, before heading out to (whisper it) Thursdays for dancing and stupidity to celebrate Michael’s 40th.
• Might go and see a film tomorrow morning. Persona is on at the New Park, but I’m not sure if I can cope with a hangover and a very bizarre film as well
• Maybe a walk? Depends on the weather. Either way, a Sunday roast will almost certainly be called for

Chicory: food of the gods? You decide! Vote now in the comments to this post!

Beer tonight with Paul F, Lady Bren and Lord Percy. Pooped. Need sleep. Mind elsewhere.

Yay! I’ve got my first mail addressed to Plants For Europe Ltd.
Boo! It’s an invoice.