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The course is over and I'm home early again. An even earlier finish than yesterday. Hurrah!

On the way home I popped in to the new Sainsbury's Market on Wilton Road and bought a block of Stilton ready for this weekend's NWO meet chez pax_draconis who is currently alcoholically challenged on account of antibiotics, so his taste buds will need cheering up.

Stilton is an in your face cheese. So much so that having bought it, I always find it prudent to display it clearly for all to see, so that they do not make the false assumption that my socks are the source of the pungence. This is a necessary precaution when you are as mildly paranoid as little me. Stilton is not the pongiest curd I have ever bought, though. I believe that honour belongs to Stinky Bishop which is so aptly named.

I have never been clear on the precise reasons why the best cheeses should smell like mediaeval footwear, but there we are. God's little joke, I guess.

So, tomorrow, I have to drag myself from my pit at an ungodly hour of the morning (one that is usually purely mythical at the weekend) and make my way to Euston and thence Birmingham.

I hate the process of travelling. I like being in different places, but the actual transition from place A to place B to place C is a drag of the greatest severity. Sadly I doubt that I shall live to see teleportation in my lifetime, and even if I do, Jeff Goldblum has taught us all a salutary lesson, as did David Hedison before him.

Hellllp Me...... indeed.

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The course is over and I'm home early again. An even earlier finish than yesterday. Hurrah!

On the way home I popped in to the new Sainsbury's Market on Wilton Road and bought a block of Stilton ready for this weekend's NWO meet chez pax_draconis who is currently alcoholically challenged on account of antibiotics, so his taste buds will need cheering up.

Stilton is an in your face cheese. So much so that having bought it, I always find it prudent to display it clearly for all to see, so that they do not make the false assumption that my socks are the source of the pungence. This is a necessary precaution when you are as mildly paranoid as little me. Stilton is not the pongiest curd I have ever bought, though. I believe that honour belongs to Stinky Bishop which is so aptly named.

I have never been clear on the precise reasons why the best cheeses should smell like mediaeval footwear, but there we are. God's little joke, I guess.

So, tomorrow, I have to drag myself from my pit at an ungodly hour of the morning (one that is usually purely mythical at the weekend) and make my way to Euston and thence Birmingham.

I hate the process of travelling. I like being in different places, but the actual transition from place A to place B to place C is a drag of the greatest severity. Sadly I doubt that I shall live to see teleportation in my lifetime, and even if I do, Jeff Goldblum has taught us all a salutary lesson, as did David Hedison before him.

Hellllp Me...... indeed.

Oh Dear God.

It seems that there is a strong possibility that I shall be going to a club in Birmingham tomorrow night.

The horror.

I was a young fogey and now I'm a middle aged fogey; I am not a clubber. Never was - even in the days when they played my sort of music. Actually they never played my kind of music. Can you imagine a Prog Rock Night Club? No, neither can I.

So. Leather jacket, King Crimson T-Shirt, dark glasses, baffled expression, ear plugs and pained wallet.

And Phyllosan. It fortifies the over forties, apparently.

This may be my last ever post.

Note: Maybe pax_draconis was just joshing me. I hope...

Oh Dear God.

It seems that there is a strong possibility that I shall be going to a club in Birmingham tomorrow night.

The horror.

I was a young fogey and now I'm a middle aged fogey; I am not a clubber. Never was - even in the days when they played my sort of music. Actually they never played my kind of music. Can you imagine a Prog Rock Night Club? No, neither can I.

So. Leather jacket, King Crimson T-Shirt, dark glasses, baffled expression, ear plugs and pained wallet.

And Phyllosan. It fortifies the over forties, apparently.

This may be my last ever post.

Note: Maybe pax_draconis was just joshing me. I hope...