Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

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.

As I type this, just before I turn in for the night, the sounds of swing music are echoing up the stairs from the Beastie's Lair ^{© & TM}. He attended a soirée last evening held by a mutual friend, Ms Sandra Lawrence and came away with her CD. Once the shares pick up again, and the fortunes of the Athenaeum Club revive, we must engage her as resident chanteuse.

I am moved to write by the observation made in today's Times that the new licencing laws come into effect in the UK at midnight on Wednesday. Those establishments who have made the necessary applications will thenceforth be legally able to supply alcoholic beverages 24 hours a day. The last remnant of First World War munitions legislation is thus swept away after 90 years. Sadly, neither my liver nor my wallet feel well enough to take advantage, but c'est la vie.

Interestingly, since the new law doesn't come into effect until midnight, pubs will still have to call last orders at eleven on Wednesday night, kick everyone out by 11.20 and close the doors. At midnight they will then be able to reopen and start serving again if they so wish.

Expect a fast food bonanza at McDonald's and the Burger King for 40 minutes late on Wednesday. Buy your shares now. Then dump them again on Thursday.

In other news, the weather forecast for later this week and the weekend, is snow. Perhaps substantial snow. The GASPs¹ group of which I am a founder member, will be making our way to the Norfolk coast on Friday morning for a long weekend's revelry, which could see us snowed in. Hurrah, I say! The additional digestion time will be most welcome.


¹GASPs - Gluttons Against Small Portions. See LJ entries passim