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Well, I'm off to bed shortly - early for a Saturday - but I'm theoretically going to the Duxford Airshow tomorrow. Theoretically since that's the plan, but I've heard not a squeak from my co-conspirators.

We'll see.

If I end up staying in Clapham, and it looks at the moment that I might, I must remember not to go to the cafe for lunch as usual. It is run, you see, by Turks. Now these chaps are normally splendid fellows and I am a regular customer, but the last time I saw Izzet, the boss, he and his brothers/cousins and generally extended family were being rudely ejected from the Bedford Arms together with their Turkish football shirts, Turkish flag and very loud aerosol claxon for raucously celebrating David Beckham's penalty miss in the Turkey v England game.

They were not best pleased.

And to cap it all, since the resulting draw means that Turkey have to fight it out through the playoffs to qualify for the finals in Portugal next summer, I feel that portions tomorrow may be a little less than generous. Not to mention the thought of endless whittering about how lucky England were despite the evidence...

We'll see.

Let's hope the Duxford trip happens.

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Well, I'm off to bed shortly - early for a Saturday - but I'm theoretically going to the Duxford Airshow tomorrow. Theoretically since that's the plan, but I've heard not a squeak from my co-conspirators.

We'll see.

If I end up staying in Clapham, and it looks at the moment that I might, I must remember not to go to the cafe for lunch as usual. It is run, you see, by Turks. Now these chaps are normally splendid fellows and I am a regular customer, but the last time I saw Izzet, the boss, he and his brothers/cousins and generally extended family were being rudely ejected from the Bedford Arms together with their Turkish football shirts, Turkish flag and very loud aerosol claxon for raucously celebrating David Beckham's penalty miss in the Turkey v England game.

They were not best pleased.

And to cap it all, since the resulting draw means that Turkey have to fight it out through the playoffs to qualify for the finals in Portugal next summer, I feel that portions tomorrow may be a little less than generous. Not to mention the thought of endless whittering about how lucky England were despite the evidence...

We'll see.

Let's hope the Duxford trip happens.

Just to add to the fun of the weekend

Some weekends are doomed, aren't they? Particularly Sundays.

I woke up this morning at the hideous hour of 7.05am. The power was out. It came back on at 10.45 or thereabouts.

So in the meantime I did the only sensible thing and went back to bed. At this time of year, although it is light at 7am, it is nowhere near light enough to do anything without the electric lightbulb. Especially in the stygian realm that is chez Caddyman.

So I get another couple of hours kip and then boil up some water in a pan for coffee (thank God for gas stoves). Then the phone call confirming that the Duxford won't happen. To be fair, that was largely my decision - it all kicks off at around midday and what with the trains and all I can't get there much before 13.00. In the height of summer that wouldn't be a problem, but they are only flying the vintage stuff this weekend and the light will be failing at 17.00. Paying £18 plus train fair and refreshments for a maximum of 4 hours entertainment, especially when there is a low cloudbase seemed a poor return for the effort.

Anyway, as the light got stronger, and the caffeine kicked in, I noted that the world had contrived to give me yet more evidence that I do not sleep at night so much as cease to exist for several hours.

A bunch of stuff had fallen off the computer during the night (it was precariously balanced is my wont) and clearly crashed onto the floor from a hight of about 4 feet. In true avalanche fashion, it had swept up my souvenir beer glass and several figurines and stuff, any one of which should have made a noise to wake the dead.

Not me. If it had been a week day I could easily have zombied off to work and not noticed until I came home in the evening.

Guess I'd better tidy up.

And then comes the ominous question of whether or not I dare go to the Turkish cafe for lunch...

Just to add to the fun of the weekend

Some weekends are doomed, aren't they? Particularly Sundays.

I woke up this morning at the hideous hour of 7.05am. The power was out. It came back on at 10.45 or thereabouts.

So in the meantime I did the only sensible thing and went back to bed. At this time of year, although it is light at 7am, it is nowhere near light enough to do anything without the electric lightbulb. Especially in the stygian realm that is chez Caddyman.

So I get another couple of hours kip and then boil up some water in a pan for coffee (thank God for gas stoves). Then the phone call confirming that the Duxford won't happen. To be fair, that was largely my decision - it all kicks off at around midday and what with the trains and all I can't get there much before 13.00. In the height of summer that wouldn't be a problem, but they are only flying the vintage stuff this weekend and the light will be failing at 17.00. Paying £18 plus train fair and refreshments for a maximum of 4 hours entertainment, especially when there is a low cloudbase seemed a poor return for the effort.

Anyway, as the light got stronger, and the caffeine kicked in, I noted that the world had contrived to give me yet more evidence that I do not sleep at night so much as cease to exist for several hours.

A bunch of stuff had fallen off the computer during the night (it was precariously balanced is my wont) and clearly crashed onto the floor from a hight of about 4 feet. In true avalanche fashion, it had swept up my souvenir beer glass and several figurines and stuff, any one of which should have made a noise to wake the dead.

Not me. If it had been a week day I could easily have zombied off to work and not noticed until I came home in the evening.

Guess I'd better tidy up.

And then comes the ominous question of whether or not I dare go to the Turkish cafe for lunch...

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I think I'm going nesh in my old age.

It's quite mild outside, but I just can't get warm. Time was I'd laugh off cold (by cold I mean UK cold) temperatures, but it seems that I can't even cope with Autumnal ones at the moment.

I don't feel ill, so it must be advancing years. Bugger.

Must eat more raw steak.

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I think I'm going nesh in my old age.

It's quite mild outside, but I just can't get warm. Time was I'd laugh off cold (by cold I mean UK cold) temperatures, but it seems that I can't even cope with Autumnal ones at the moment.

I don't feel ill, so it must be advancing years. Bugger.

Must eat more raw steak.