Way back in my youth there was a little band called Nirvana, who gained quite the following. There was a bloke in that who was just the drummer at the back. He ended up with his own band, possibly the biggest rock band in the world. The Foo Fighters came to London and, unlike the venue1 were awesome.
Photos are mainly terrible due to being about a zillion miles from the stage, but hey, I was there!
Openreach, the communications firm who actually have all the telephone network and aren’t quite BT are “Sorry for the long wait” and “Will answer my call as soon as possible”. I know this because they tell me every 20 seconds. For the ten minutes I’ve waited so far…again…
Having gone to Dover last year we found we missed our usual tripto Hastings that much we just had to return this year. So it was that Heather & I found ourselves negotiating the trains to the south coast rain.
Following last year’s trip to Whitstable for dinner this year Heather’s mum gifted her and I an entire night in the quaint old town of Rye. So saw us decamp for a couple of days to explore. While Whitstable offered the sea Rye, despite being a Cinque Port, no longer does—the sea having receded away from it. Nor, despite my insistence on referring to the song, were there ever seven seas. Still, it was a nice place to visit, even if there was only a brief burst of Sun.
Adulting: Ordering pizza because you realise every plate and dish needs washing and pizza doesn’t need plates, or cultery
Recently a member of WAY organised a trip to Bletchley Park, base of the World War 2 code breakers—probably best known in the public conscious as “the place Alan Turing built a computer to break the German Enigma”, almost none of which is true. A whole bunch of us turned up, in fact probably too many given the large numbers resulted in everyone being in their own small group and struggling to get together for lunch. Still, Heather, Gemma and I took advantage to see what turns out to be a fascinating place. The ticket acts as an annual pass as well, which may well be handy.
Coming off the Jubilee Line at London Bridge, a fellow traveller stepped onto the (fairly long) escalator. He then turned round and sat down, his seat slowly rising. Did it again on the next flight. Can’t work out if he’s a genius or psycho!