It appears that if there is one thing in this country the elite cannot control, it is the British weather, despite all the bad summers in recent years, I can't remember the last forecast I saw in June where the outlook for Sunday and Monday is not only for driving rain, but also for temperatures of just ten centigrade. Lets not try to paint a pretty picture here, that is nothing short of disgusting and it hardly seems fair on people in villages ...
I have just had a weekend (and a skived off Monday) that has been really diverse in nature, featuring a a cricket club quiz night (Broughton) a game of cricket (Overton) a village fete (Broughton) and a walk from Waterloo to Tower Bridge and back along the Thames path on the north and south bank. The quiz was won handsomely (without cheating) beating two tables of toffs in the process, proving my own theory that members of the educational elite ...
What a funny old week this has been, the temperature, without apparent warning, has rocketed from thirteen to twenty seven degrees centigrade in a matter of days and the tabloids have been searching for headlines to better "Hotter than the Costa" "Baking Britain" and "Hotty Totty." It really has been a truly remarkable turnaround in weather fortunes and whilst it has been a joy to see blue skies again, it seemed to trigger a bizarre chemical ...
My latest attempt to play cricket predictably failed under cloudy skies at Oakley yesterday, once again ending in disappointment, with five runs scored in an innings that if it was described as a piss poor effort, I would take it as lavish but unwarranted compliment. With a cricket bat in my hand but without a cricket ball coming towards me, I can mimic all number of exquisite shots in my living room, but come the real deal, I am only ...
I have being doing some telesales this week, cold calling for new business, I have to do this because there is no real sign of a commercial recovery as the public sector that served me so well continues to shrink. Cold calling is an art that only a few select people can perfect with great skill as it takes persistence, resilience and skin as thick as a pebble dashed rhino (you can add the attribute of being a total cunt with regards to ...