I found an old CD the other week called something like 'The Best of the 90's' an album that believe it or not, laid claim to containing some of the best songs of the 1990's; these marketing guys must stay up all night thinking of trendy names for compilation albums. Anyway, I uploaded the CD (actually both CD's) to my iPod for a bit of Britpop nostalgia from bands such as Kula Shaker, Dodgy, Shed Seven and the Divine Comedy.
I have to say ...
My iPod plays such an integral part in my life that I often wonder how I ever coped without it. I have it on in my car, in my bedroom, when I am in the bath and when I am working at home, in fact I have it on now, keeping me company as I write another post that will have you all rolling around on the floor with laughter as you experience yet another blog featuring untamed razor sharp wit that knows no boundaries or any knowledge of playing by ...
George went to the Reading Festival at the weekend, leaving as a boy and returning as a man with much of what happened on his weekend away rightly remaining information between him and his peers. Did he have sex? I doubt it. Did he take drugs? I don't think so. Did he drink vast amounts of booze? Most certainly.
It's funny that the topic of conversation between me and the dad of his friend on Friday afternoon revolved around our fears of ...
Well, that went rather quickly and whilst for many it was a total washout, the two outdoor activities I had planned this weekend went, rather remarkably, without disruption. Who says the sun doesn't shine on the righteous? Firstly, I managed to play in a cricket match where it stayed dry until the close of play, a game where some wild flaying of the willow in attempt to push our score towards the target of 199 ended on season high score of ...
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 ...