Oh, good lord I've been rubbish with this again haven't I? I got momentarily (sp?) distracted by Facebook, sorry!
Well, someone actually mailed me about this blog so I thought I ought to do the decent thing and grace them with at least a token entry. I think I'm developing a knack for writing about absolutlely nothing - maybe I should get a job at the Daily Mail?
OK, I'm British, so I'm contractually obliged to discuss, at length, the weather. But I think that maybe on this occasion it's justified. Behold, my brother's car park, featuring his brand new Astra!
Now, all we need to do is lift the hosepipe ban that's still in place in the Thames Water area...
I've got some congratulations to dole out, and it's making me feel old!!!
But it has to be said, so congratulations to Brioney and Matt on the arrival of Jack Christopher Moore on 6th July, and, belatedly, to Claire and Khalid on the arrival of Kofi Elhaggagi on 19th June (ish - come on girl, get in touch!!!).
I must confess, friends I met at school getting married is confusing enough, but when they start breeding it does give you the sense that it's all got a bit serious! In all seriousness though guys, congratulations and well done. You're all wonderful people and you're gonna make phenomenal parents. Now get saving for those PhDs!!!
Just watched MegaStructures on FIVE about the building of the Burj Al Arab in Dubai. I'm not sure what it says about me but at least four people told me about the programme before it came on.
GEEEEEEK!!!
I've come over all patriotic today (OK, yesterday now - but you get my drift). I spent the whole day (OK, afternoon - you know what I'm like at getting my arse out of bed) wandering around London doing very little, and getting a pair of VERY painful feet. I managed to catch a bit of the Tour de France, then headed over to Wimbledon (didn't get in though) and was that close to hauling my arse off to see what was going on Wembley (before my ankles gave out on me and I wound up in Cafe Nero in Kensington High Street!).
But, it got me thinking - last weekend, they find two car bombs in London and 24 hours later they hold a huge charity gig and a massive Gay Pride carnival. Then, someone drives a flaming car into an international airport and less than a week later we're holding the opening stages of the world's most prestigious cycle race, a Formula 1 grand prix, the world's best tennis tournament and another huge charity gig for and no-one bats an eyelid.
OK, so we're not the best at making trains run on time (either the Swiss or Mussolini are gonna get the vote on that one), we could have better sporting credentials (pretty much anyone could get the vote over us on that one), and we could probably spend less time complaining about the weather (well me might, if it would warm up a bit!). But in the face of a bunch of lunatic extremists who think they have the right to force everyone to believe what they believe, we don't do too bad at sticking two very British finges up at them, unlike some alarmist Americans, err sorry, countries. Turns out that stiff upper lip is good for something after all!!!
OK, this is getting silly now. I mean, it's Britain, no-one expects Mediterranean temperatures, but for the love of all that is good and holy, STOP RAINING!!!
This time last year you couldn't move for fear of sweating buckets. This year you can't move for fear of tripping over all the buckets that are now being used to catch the drip from the leaking roof. I'm not one to complain, but if anyone's listening, listen to Morecambe and Wise and bring me sunshine.
WOOHOO!!! How much fun was Ladies' Day? Great big limo, buckets of alcofrol, didn't look all that bad in the hat after all (so I'm told), and after only putting one £5 bet on all day I walked away with nearly £100!!!
RESULT!!!
