Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Pay (through the nose) and display

Parking: Kensington and Chelsea, or Brighton?

I had to pay and display in roadside bays yesterday evening (Brighton) and this morning (Notting Hill Gate). Brighton had fewer visitor bays. Brighton had more empty resident only bays (although it was a different time of day), and Brighton was significantly dearer. Half as much again as Kensington and Chelsea.


Sean Lock…

Was very, very funny. Just that. Thanks to BLISS for the anniversary present, for driving and squeezing her car into the smallest of spaces (free (and a space I’d’ve driven straight past giving it large amounts of “no-way, Jose!”)). She laughed so much she was close to an asthma attack, and I had to keep wiping the tears away because my glasses were steaming up.


Arsenal cultivating a winning habit

Arsenal smashed Napoli in the first twenty minutes, and then looked the more likely to score for the remaining seventy. I know it can’t and won’t last forever, but winning does become habitual, confidence and belief and making good decisions will begin an upward spiral, and I don’t care how wide apart Mesut Ozil’s eyes are, or how many fags Jack Wilshire gets through on a night out, we’re going well at the moment.


About time too…

…the reclining airplane seat is going to be a thing of the past. I must admit I’ve not had any really bad experiences, I’ve just leant forward and politely explained that, actually, reclining your seat is simply impossible, as my knees are already jammed tight and there’s nowhere for it to go, and that has nipped things in the bud. There are some horror stories about stroppy folk, unable to do the right thing for whatever reason, insisting on the ‘right’ to make another’s life miserable.


BLISS’ emergency biscuits…


…came out in the theatre. You know those things that hang up in budgie cages with the seeds held in some sort of matrix? Imagine one of those sliced thinly. That’s what she was eating (with relish). In a real emergency, though, she’d survive and I would starve. Earlier, and realising that it was past midday and I’d not had any water to drink, I almost took a swig from a bottle in the car. The bottle I’d used to top up the washers with, with some leftover diluted window-washer liquid in the bottom.

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