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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...
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...