Category: old blogging

Beer tonight with Paul F, Arron, Kearn, Terry, Hamish and other miscreants.
Absolutely.

I’ve just remembered that I haven’t given a full report of Monday’s trip to London. But now it is time to go to the pub, and Arron has promised to buy me a beer, so I don’t want to be late.
Tomorrow kiddies. Just enjoy your lovely new header and dream of textual treats to come.

Ewww. Link nicked from the Byn.

The votes have been counted. The readers have spoken. In spite of a couple of known instances of ballot box stuffing, I think I can safely say that the result is the one that gained the most votes.
And I really liked Palm House Door.

Radical Aces – a great game.

We’ve just found a dead stoat outside. It had a little blood on its neck, so I guess it had been caught and abandoned by a cat. It was only small, clearly one of this year’s young, and its fur was as soft as you could imagine.

We could tell easily that it wasn’t a weasel. After all, they are stoatally different and weasely distinguished. (I know, awful, but I thought I’d save someone the bother).
<rolf>The poor fella didn’t make it</rolf>.

Am I the only one who thinks that the world is going mad? A man in a perspex box, hanging a little bit above the ground by Tower Bridge for 44 days. An incredibly wealthy former member of a popular beat combo. And a newspaper photographer. Add them together, and what do you get? The most ridiculous waste of energy and police time you could possibly imagine.

Yarr!

More on Sussex winning the county championship:

• Angus Fraser in the Independent
• CMJ in The Times
• The Guardian carries interviews with some of the major people involved at Sussex. Peter Moores, the coach, is quoted as saying "we won because we were better than anyone else". Wise words indeed.

Beer with Hamish (happy birthday!), Ruth, Nicki, Jonathan, Greg, Arron and Matt. And tonight I learned that Bora is in France. I expect him to turn up on my doorstep any time soon.