Not much here today.
Lots of hard work, a hard fought football game against the league leaders. A 4-2 win.
But that’s it. Finished.
More tomorrow.
There’d Better Be A Mirrorball
New Arctic Monkeys. And they’re keeping it ever so South Yorkshire, with a real Pulp-style drumbeat, some soaring Tony Christie orchestral backing, and those Richard Hawley lounge lizard vocals.
It’s like the best Bond theme you ever heard: very, very chilled. I think it’s great.
New album The Car is out in October, and will hopefully be filled with this sort of emotion-filled, easy listening vibe. Lovely stuff.
Hiding inside
It is, as was promised, wild, wet and windy outside. Thus, the fire is lit, the beagle is tucked up in front of it, and I’m sitting in front of a warm TV.
I did manage a reasonably quick 7km this morning before the worst of the weather arrived. And I also made sure that everything in the garden was prepared for the incoming storm.
And so I feel completely vindicated in hiding inside as the rain rattles down out there now. I might even open a bottle of red wine.
Fight me.
First question: poo
It’s been a hectic week, so I only got round to watching the first episode of the new series of Only Connect. And it was off to a flier with the first question (as always) (not really) being faeces-related.
The great thing about being a bit late for this one is that there’s really not very long to wait until the next one.
(Reference: the named characters ending up in “less than ideal” situations regarding poo in Slumdog Millionaire, Back to the Future, The Shawshank Redemption and Trainspotting, in case you were wondering.)
The weekend beckons
Indeed. And we had such high hopes of getting down to Agulhas ahead of what promises to be one of the biggest storms of the year hitting our little corner of Africa from Sunday afternoon. But it wasn’t to be, due mainly to reasons, but also, because of some circumstances.
These things happen.
And so we’re staying put, allowing for an extra riding lesson on Saturday afternoon and… well… that’s actually about all. But on the plus side, there will be a nice warm fire, some football and almost certainly some steaks on the braai* at some point to fill the gaps around the horsey stuff.
From the top, that’s day and time, wind speed and gusts in kph, wind direction and wave heights in m.
Anyway, I’m about to go and light that fire right now as it feels like the first tendrils of that cold front are just beginning to touch the Mother City…
* clearly not on Sunday