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Just to prove that I have wider musical tastes than many of my friends give me credit for I am listening, God help me, to Petula Clark's greatest hits. I feel five again. I swear I haven't heard any of these tunes for at least thirty five years, and one or two for at least forty (yes folks, I am old enough to make these statements). Either my metabolism has slowed by more than I thought, or the tempo of many of the songs is a good deal quicker than I recall.

Meanwhile, Clapham seems to have merged simultaneously with the sun's photosphere and the third ring of Hell. Temperatures such as these do not belong at this degree of latitude. I nipped out to the caff for lunch and now I'm back inside. I do not intend to go out again today. I intend to do some model painting, pausing only to wipe the sweat from my brow and mutter imprecations at the deity.

Another 50p in the meter I think and then turn the fan on. In ten minutes I and every piece of paper in the room will be pinned to the far wall in a blast of cooling air, unable to move until the money runs out.

I have yet to decide whether it's a good thing, but it is a way of passing the time...

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Just to prove that I have wider musical tastes than many of my friends give me credit for I am listening, God help me, to Petula Clark's greatest hits. I feel five again. I swear I haven't heard any of these tunes for at least thirty five years, and one or two for at least forty (yes folks, I am old enough to make these statements). Either my metabolism has slowed by more than I thought, or the tempo of many of the songs is a good deal quicker than I recall.

Meanwhile, Clapham seems to have merged simultaneously with the sun's photosphere and the third ring of Hell. Temperatures such as these do not belong at this degree of latitude. I nipped out to the caff for lunch and now I'm back inside. I do not intend to go out again today. I intend to do some model painting, pausing only to wipe the sweat from my brow and mutter imprecations at the deity.

Another 50p in the meter I think and then turn the fan on. In ten minutes I and every piece of paper in the room will be pinned to the far wall in a blast of cooling air, unable to move until the money runs out.

I have yet to decide whether it's a good thing, but it is a way of passing the time...