A Night Out and a Night In.

A couple of pints, a ukulele orchestra and a decent night’s sleep; that’s all it took. I have managed to get to early afternoon without nearly collapsing in a heap in front of my computer – I still feel a little tired, but nothing on the scale of yesterday when I left early for home and took a 40 minute timeout to collapse on my bed to recover. That refreshed me enough to ease my decision as to whether or not to go and see the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain with ellefurtle and colonel_maxim. The benefit of going, quite apart from some exceptional music (you have to experience it to believe it!), was to meet up with a bunch of people many of whom I see only rarely.

I was so enthralled by the band that I bought two of their albums, and I hope to give them a listen tonight (although with House and Without a Trace, Thursday is one of my preferred telly nights). There was a moment of worry concerning the need for cash since I was down to a few pound coins, but once it transpired that they would take a card well, all bets were off.

I have checked the website and it appears that they are back at the same venue at the end of the month. I daresay that the set will be the same, but I think I may be persuaded to sink another £15 to see them again.

And there will be no football on telly that night, so with luck the Spread Eagle¹ will have fewer people in it and I shan’t have to wait quite so long to get a couple of glasses of Kreik.

Not being particularly knowledgeable about Camden, I was intrigued to see a shop that advertised talking parrots², monkeys³ and such. I hope it’s still trading and not been replaced by something more mundane and entirely anodyne.


Oh well. Back to work, I guess…

¹It was pointed out by ellefurtle someone who shall remain nameless, that Spread Eagle is a rather risqué name for a pub.

²I’ve fancied owning one of those since I saw the story about the Royal Navy mascot parrot whose catchphrase was, "Zulus. Farsands of ‘em!"

³Presumably not talking⁴, sadly.

⁴Nor indeed flying, though I daresay that they can be trained to wear a fez.

A Night Out and a Night In.

A couple of pints, a ukulele orchestra and a decent night’s sleep; that’s all it took. I have managed to get to early afternoon without nearly collapsing in a heap in front of my computer – I still feel a little tired, but nothing on the scale of yesterday when I left early for home and took a 40 minute timeout to collapse on my bed to recover. That refreshed me enough to ease my decision as to whether or not to go and see the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain with ellefurtle and colonel_maxim. The benefit of going, quite apart from some exceptional music (you have to experience it to believe it!), was to meet up with a bunch of people many of whom I see only rarely.

I was so enthralled by the band that I bought two of their albums, and I hope to give them a listen tonight (although with House and Without a Trace, Thursday is one of my preferred telly nights). There was a moment of worry concerning the need for cash since I was down to a few pound coins, but once it transpired that they would take a card well, all bets were off.

I have checked the website and it appears that they are back at the same venue at the end of the month. I daresay that the set will be the same, but I think I may be persuaded to sink another £15 to see them again.

And there will be no football on telly that night, so with luck the Spread Eagle¹ will have fewer people in it and I shan’t have to wait quite so long to get a couple of glasses of Kreik.

Not being particularly knowledgeable about Camden, I was intrigued to see a shop that advertised talking parrots², monkeys³ and such. I hope it’s still trading and not been replaced by something more mundane and entirely anodyne.


Oh well. Back to work, I guess…

¹It was pointed out by ellefurtle someone who shall remain nameless, that Spread Eagle is a rather risqué name for a pub.

²I’ve fancied owning one of those since I saw the story about the Royal Navy mascot parrot whose catchphrase was, "Zulus. Farsands of ‘em!"

³Presumably not talking⁴, sadly.

⁴Nor indeed flying, though I daresay that they can be trained to wear a fez.