Back on Indian time
Conversation with DLL on the way back
from Brighton yesterday. After midnight.
“I'm not feeling too tired.
Considering I was up at 3:30 for the cricket.”
“Isn't there an evening highlights
programme.”
“Naturally, I've been watching those.
As well.”
Not as bad as JB, though
Who got raised eyebrows from wife and
daughter when they found him on the sofa, thus:
Left leg: tablet PC, Sky Go, cricket
highlights, single earplug, left ear. Right leg: smartphone, Sky Go,
snooker, single earplug, right ear. Telly: Newcastle game, volume
cranked up loud. Well, he said, it had to be so he could hear the
commentary above the cricket and snooker on the earplugs.
Even I have to admit this is very, very
odd. Wasn't the rugby higher up the pecking order than the snooker?
Advent calendar music
Two from the very wonderful and
strangely obscure Crescent City Christmas Card by Wynton Marsalis:
6th December: Carol of the
Bells.
7th December: Oh Tannanbaum.
Discretion and valour
Great company and food last night at a
Gurkha restaurant.
Waiting to be seated AD was looking at
the photo on the wall. A Gurkha regiment marching, captioned “Better
to die than be a coward.”
“Can't say I fully agree with that.”
He said. “That's why they don't win any Olympic golds” said Rich
“...no good at running away.”
“Those Kenyans must be right
'fraidy-cats then.”
“It's cats they're afraid of. Big
ones.”
“What about Russian sprinters then?”
“Salt mine avoidance.”
Can you imagine the Gurkha fencing
team? Unable to sheath their swords without drawing an opponent's
blood. I wouldn’t want to be in that changing room.
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