It's all over now, Baby Blue

Well, I’m back.

A good weekend, all in all, up in Norfolk. Ate too much food, drank too much alcohol. I am all too practiced in the former, and getting rusty with the latter. It rained a lot, and was rather chilly, but no sign, other than a quick shower on the way up, of the promised and much-heralded snow. Boo.

Since he acquired his new P*** P****¹, romney has been busy piloting his palm, including multiple entries concerning the weekend just gone. A recap of the details from me would only be a scandalous duplication of effort, so I do not propose to do so. If you’re curious, and don’t mind unchecked ty7pos, go to his page. Once the novelty has worn of, however, I expect output on that LJ to drop back to its normal rate of one entry every six months.

I have decided that I need to try and lose weight earlier rather than later². Normally a fatty (and of long-standing), I am now feeling it more than usual, and I can’t pretend that nine months habitation of the Athenaeum Club with its proper, rodent-free cooking and food storage facilities hasn’t had an adverse on my already impressive physique. My initial plan was to wait until the new year. I now think that maybe I should bring the attempt forward. I foresee an unfeasible amount of home-made vegetable soups cropping up in the near future.

There is, of course, a worry with this that my carbon footprint³ will soon be dwarfed by my methane footprint, but it can’t be helped: Veggie soups, provided they do not contain anything tasty like peas and potatoes can be very effective. Look forward to future entries written under the influence of vitamins and roughage. I cannot be held responsible, so I give you fair warning.

Back to the weekend. What happened that has not already been chronicled by romney? Not a lot actually, though I was rather disappointed, as we drove through Norwich, to find that the logo writ large upon the side of a building, Inchcape announces a local car dealership, and not a very small superhero.


¹Long time readers will recall the reason for the asterisks.

²I must explain the irony of the situation: I had to put down a half-chewed Mars Bar to type that properly.

³Impressed, huh? I know all the modern buzz words.

It's all over now, Baby Blue

Well, I’m back.

A good weekend, all in all, up in Norfolk. Ate too much food, drank too much alcohol. I am all too practiced in the former, and getting rusty with the latter. It rained a lot, and was rather chilly, but no sign, other than a quick shower on the way up, of the promised and much-heralded snow. Boo.

Since he acquired his new P*** P****¹, romney has been busy piloting his palm, including multiple entries concerning the weekend just gone. A recap of the details from me would only be a scandalous duplication of effort, so I do not propose to do so. If you’re curious, and don’t mind unchecked ty7pos, go to his page. Once the novelty has worn of, however, I expect output on that LJ to drop back to its normal rate of one entry every six months.

I have decided that I need to try and lose weight earlier rather than later². Normally a fatty (and of long-standing), I am now feeling it more than usual, and I can’t pretend that nine months habitation of the Athenaeum Club with its proper, rodent-free cooking and food storage facilities hasn’t had an adverse on my already impressive physique. My initial plan was to wait until the new year. I now think that maybe I should bring the attempt forward. I foresee an unfeasible amount of home-made vegetable soups cropping up in the near future.

There is, of course, a worry with this that my carbon footprint³ will soon be dwarfed by my methane footprint, but it can’t be helped: Veggie soups, provided they do not contain anything tasty like peas and potatoes can be very effective. Look forward to future entries written under the influence of vitamins and roughage. I cannot be held responsible, so I give you fair warning.

Back to the weekend. What happened that has not already been chronicled by romney? Not a lot actually, though I was rather disappointed, as we drove through Norwich, to find that the logo writ large upon the side of a building, Inchcape announces a local car dealership, and not a very small superhero.


¹Long time readers will recall the reason for the asterisks.

²I must explain the irony of the situation: I had to put down a half-chewed Mars Bar to type that properly.

³Impressed, huh? I know all the modern buzz words.