I’ve fiddled about rather today, thanks to a late night last night at Chris Conway’s 25 year anniversary gig. This was quite well-attended, considering that some unmentionable sport was on; I particularly enjoyed the time-shifted updates Chris gave from time to time (England 0, Normandy 1; England 2, Germany 0 – and latterly, England v France entering the 900th year of extra time) updates which touched on the tribal nationalism of football. The appeal of the game completely passes me by and always has; I’m not much of a team-sports person anyway as I prefer individual games such as – oo, wait! tennis! Isn’t Wimbledon due to start next week? Let me check – yes!!! It starts on Monday! Deep joy. Three days to go… The question is, will I be able to break my live TV fast and only watch it on iplayer? I should, but it’ll be a test of nerve. I’ll have to avoid the news so that I don’t know the result – a bit like that episode of The Likely Lads where they spend twenty-nine minutes trying to avoid hearing the result only to be told it in the thirtieth minute.
It’s rather a beautiful day down here in Clarendon Park; I’ve just been for a bike ride and Kasabian are due to play some time soon on Vicky Park, so the whole area is fenced off like some kind of gulag. Tomorrow I am going to a singing workshop so that should be fun. Oo! and while I was at the Musician I discovered that the divine Webb Sisters are going to be there in July. If you don’t know what they sound like, here’s a clip. I’d love to go but the tickets are £12…
Have a good weekend,