A bright morning, a beautiful day. Just above freezing temperature. A good breakfast of fried smoked bacon and mushrooms in toasted white bread, French butter and HP Sauce washed down with a glass of organic milk. Now a fine cup of tea. A good start. Everyone needs a good start. Get going on the right foot and things will be okaaay.
I hear footsteps upstairs. THG getting ready for the day. Pumping iron this morning. Gymnasium. Gym. Yarborough. I have no plans although I do need to take a bottle of wine back to Waitrose as it wasn’t quite right last night. Amazingly, I still have the receipt in my jeans pocket. Just makes everything a little easier although all I’m going to do is swap it for another so wouldn’t really matter. Amarone. Yum, or not as was the case with this particular bottle.
It’s a Friday today, thank God. If gods are your thang you shouldn’t just thank them on a Friday. I just said that because it’s a common phrase. A turn of words used by people who want to express their joy that the end of the working week is nigh and a weekend of untrammelled relaxation lies ahead. Unless they have a jobslist obvs.
Us Davieses are off out tonight to The Drill Hall to see a Clash tribute act. The Clash tribute band by all accounts. We saw them in the Cavern Club in the Peul and enjoyed ourselves so going again tonight on our home turf. Manor. Patch.
Otherwise it will likely be a weekend of quiet contemplation and the enjoyment of each other’s company. I might light the fire again. Watch a bit of football and rugby. The mighty Wales take on the Springboks. We all know the likely outcome but still travel hopefully. Expectantly. Faithfully.
I will cook a curry on Saturday. I forget what THG has planned for Sunday but I’m absolutely positive it will be deelish.
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Dark days ahead next week. Dark day anyway. Black Friday. Not sure I’ve ever come across something in a Black Friday sale that I want to buy. I have all the neon signs I need. Don’t really need owt. Since when did that ever stop anyone 🙂
Neon signs apart, if anything I am trying to simplify my life. In the interest of research I went online to browse amazing Black Friday deals. Amazon is offering 27% off Topfree Poo Bags for Dog Waste, 12 Rolls 180 Dog Poo bags. You have to have them in green though and not being a regular buyer of said items I don’t know if 27% off is a good deal. I couldn’t immediately see 27% off how much.
I expect 180 bags would last a good while. No idea. Guess it depends on how many dogs you have and how often they “go”. You could split the purchase with a pal or two so that you all get the benefit of the bulk buy price. The deal. Not for me though as we don’t have a dog.
We have occasionally mulled over getting a dog. Most of our pals have one. The concept is good. The problem is they are more trouble than it’s worth. They have to be looked after. The vets fees can be enormous. We ain’t getting one. Not getting a cat either. No pets. THG will tell you she has enough trouble having just me in the house.
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64 out of 100
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London Calling at The Drill. Clash tribute band gig. I am reminded how few Clash songs I know. The audience is full of old people who might once have danced themselves in to a drug and alcohol fueled frenzy to the sounds of the Clash in the seventies. Maybe. Maybe they line to think of themselves that way. THG is in the moshpit building up a sweat. She is not old. Ageless.
It’s a bit of a noise tbh. Considering this year we will have seen The Eagles and Paul McCartney and have already got tickets for ELO’s farewell gig in Hyde Park for next summer this evenings entertainment isn’t in the same musical league. It was of its time.
A few walking sticks and an electric wheelchair on display. I’m getting soft. Left my walking stick in the car 🙂 It was my dads. I can do without. Hip op in January. Age is both a physical and mental thing.
Elvis Presley played here, apaz. Some time ago now. A walking stick wouldn’t help him, anymore.
A fair few blokes sitting it out in the bar. I occasionally hear the band through the doors when they open to let people pass through. I was a youth At one time but I don’t remember bopping to the Clash. The Jam yes. Even when I hear a tune I recognise it doesn’t inspire me to go back in to the “auditorium”. Hey…
Old, old old, old, old. Middle aged really. Not geriatric old.
A few face tattoos on display. Neck at least. Bald old guy in an overcoat comes out for a refill. 5 mins later he is out again to visit the gents.