Four days of rather aimless noodling otherwise known as leisure, in which...
We see an
unusual goose on the river Thames.
A 'cocktail expert' in
The Guardian confirms
Drew's assertion that the perfect gin and tonic probably involves Tanqueray gin.
I am disappointed to discover that the new
Ray's Jazz, a distressingly antiseptic 'concession' in the horrible Foyles bookshop, has only about five boxes of second hand LPs compared to the old real shop's entire store full.
The soundtrack to
The Deep I ordered on vinyl turns out to contain the
worst 'disco' song I have ever heard right in the middle of an otherwise lovely side 2.
I learn I am so old and decrepit that if I do four hours of routine weeding, tidying and lawn mowing I will ache like I have run a marathon.
It turns out I needed a large, not extra large,
Stax t-shirt from 8Ball.
Getting up to 30 people to write your
blog posts for you while you're away proves a bloody brilliant idea.
It's clear you can take lovely pictures at an
allotment.
Welcome to my world.
Bettye Swann - 'Little Things Mean A Lot' (1969)