Thursday 15-12-31 It Goes By So Fast...

It seems to me that time is going by so quickly and notable things happen with such frequency that if I don't take time to record them, they'll get lost forever.

So in the past week or so, in addition to Christmas, we've had the Lanfranc Road Charity Christmas Carol Event, which raised over £400 for the Daisy Garland. I wasn't really involved, but TW was one of the main movers and shakers, and she arranged the road closure. The choir, made up of Lanfranc Road residents (and guests) sang two sets of carols and other festive songs such as "Last Christmas". The event was well-attended, and the guests enjoyed mulled wine, cookies, hot chocolate and mince pies. Although it did rain during the day, the rain stayed off while the carols were sung. Several other musicians played a song or two and there were a few requests to repeat the event next year - it may become an annual event. If it does, I shall have to drink less next time...

On Christmas Eve, we had our annual Open House, which started off slowly but built to a peak about 3pm. As described, that is an annual recurring event, and it seems that people do look forward to it. There were drinks, canapés, and lots of people for a small terraced Victorian house. I think people enjoyed it. I did my traditional Christmas Eve dance for the children before the guests arrived, which consists of me dancing like Dick van Dyke as a chimney sweep on the roofs of London in Mary Poppins; i.e., trying to get my knees up around my ears while appearing to operate a pneumatic drill with my hands. It's a high-impact dance that I can only keep up for about 20 seconds, but it seems to have become a family favourite. The things we do for our families, hey?
After the Open House, we went to Christingle, which is also an annual fixture. It brings the Open House to a close, and gives us the message of Christmas. No beakers of booze this year, which was a step forward, I suppose... When we got home we asked the girls not to wake us up before 05:30 on the day itself, and they were good for that; they woke us up at 05:30 pretty much on the nose. We'll have to make it 06:00 next year - that little sleep after a few drinks was not a good combination.

So Christmas Day itself dawned and we opened our stockings with a warming / waking cup of tea. The kids got a lot of stocking presents, as did I. TW got less, but I think I did okay with buying her stocking presents this year. We then had breakfast; the Youngest had a stomach cramp and thought she was going to be sick, which kind of interrupted my digestion - however, she just needed more sleep, so she went back to bed and got another couple of hours - I wish I could have done the same. We had all the vegetables peeled and prepared by 08:30 and we were good to go, just waiting for our guests. TW's brother and family were coming, and they were picking up the GiL on the way, and M&P were coming too. TW's family brought some pink champagne with them which set the day off properly, and some lovely Sancerre too, which was incredibly generous of them. We had some lovely prosecco we had ordered from Naked Wines which was an excellent follow-up to the pink champagne, and Dad and I stayed on the fizz all day. I knew he was tying one on when he refused a cup of tea after dinner - both M&P are right proper teabags, so strange things have to be afoot at the Circle K for tea to be refused. We weren't hideously drunk, either, we were just pleasantly sozzled. We had some special low alcohol wine for GiL which seemed to work; she didn't suspect that we had watered it down, or at least she didn't ask about it. We opened presents after lunch, and had a gay old time trying to keep the waste wrapping paper under control. Then, at about 7pm, our guests toddled off and things slowly calmed down.

Boxing Day was a chance to recuperate and get a head full of fresh air on Worthing Seafront with M&P, as well as some bacon sandwiches, which were much-needed. The day also gave Dad and I the chance to compare headaches. :)

Christmas Sunday we were entertaining again, as our friends H&I and their kids came over for lunch. TW had a slight panic about what she was going to feed them, but we had already agreed on a "picky" lunch, so I popped out to Lidl to get some baguettes and tomatoes, and job done. More booze was imbibed, but it was a lovely relaxing day and it was great to spend some unhurried time with some close friends. And the kids get on as well, which is a bonus, as we didn't have to spend all afternoon refereeing pointless grudges - excellent.

Monday was a bit of a non-day to start with, but we had tickets to the ice-skating booked in the afternoon, so although we mooched around the house for most of the day in our PJs, tidying up, we did have stuff to do. And it wasn't watching ice-skating, it was actually getting on the rink and doing it. And against my better judgement I had also agreed to get on the ice. I started off a bit like a new-born deer, with my legs and limbs squirting crazily in unexpected directions, but I did actually get some gliding in, and I put together a few moves before I retired. I had taken the advice to strap up the boots tightly to heart, and I think at once stage I was cutting off the bloodflow to my toes. I had to get back on to terra firma to readjust my strapping. I did go back on the ice, and I reckon that I probably used 15 or 20 minutes of the hour-long session before admitting defeat. The rink is going to be in effect until the end of February though, so I reckon we will go again before it is closed and taken down - possibly twice?

Tuesday we headed northwards to Oxfordshire to see TW's family, and we got there mid-afternoon. The family descended on Wednesday, and we had roast beef and glühwein - well, except me, because I was driving. I do like TW's family though, they are loud and enthusiastic and always happy to spend time together. It would be good to have family meet-ups more often, truth be told. After an afternoon of indulgence and jollity, we drove home at 6:30pm, in the dark and the rain. Since we have a Vauxhall Zafira with a dodgy heating unit, I had to drive through the rain with the window open and no heating. Occasionally I would have to use the soft edge of the ice scraper to demist the windscreen, but it mostly stayed clear. I was also looking out for water collecting on the roads, so it was a very strenuous three hours home. But we made it, and that brings us up to date, ending the year (as we should) on New Year's Eve.

That's quite a mammoth catch-up, at least for me, but it goes to show that a lot can happen in a short time. There's stuff that I've missed out too, that I might write about in 2016, but then, who knows what might happen next year? And next year starts tomorrow. It's good to have something to look forward to.

15-12-06 Birthday Boy

The arrival of December brings  many things; advent calendars, office Christmas parties, World Aids Day, and of course - my birthday.

Yup, I was 44 on Tuesday. I have to keep saying it, because it's hard to believe, or at least, I find it so. Still, time has passed, and it's easy to mark because I've got three daughters who keep getting taller and older. So I can't say I wasn't warned.

Tuesday started slowly because I was hungover from the night before; TW had organised an open house to sell her make-up (she now sells Younique make-up) as well as stuff her friends sell - chutney, Body Shop stuff, bunting, etc. Of course as the day turned into the evening the open house turned into a drinks party and wine was imbibed.

So I started Tuesday feeling a bit fragile. The girls gave me their card, and TW gave me her card and present. She / they had got me a wallet (I needed a new one) and a new pair of jeans, which I also needed. I had a few other cards to open, which was nice. I was given a cheque, and also some vouchers for the comic shop, which will come in handy. I had to get to work for a 9am call, so couldn't hang about and enjoy a relaxed birthday breakfast. I'm sure TW was planning to prepare a full fried breakfast, but unfortunately it wasn't to be. The day passed relatively uneventfully, the team got me a card and I bought doughnuts to share, but that was about it.

Then in the evening TW and I went to the local Thai restaurant, which was delicious. We also intended to spend a bit more time in the alehouse next door, but we were a bit late in getting there before the meal, and after filling up on Thai green curry and assorted nibbles, the last thing either of us needed was to drink more alcohol. But it's a lovely friendly little place, really knowledgeable about beers, and they serve ales I've not seen anywhere else. TW said that she wouldn't mind if I popped in for a pint after work - as long as it was only the one - and as I get off the train at Worthing station, it's nice and close, so I might take her up on that.
All in all, it was a good day, if a little low-key, but that's the way I like it.

TTFN.

Sunday 15-11-29 Wayward Pines

So, I finally got around to watching Wayward Pines. It was trailed heavily over the summer, and was a ten-part thriller, starring Matt Dillon. He's an actor I've been aware of for a long time, but I've not seen him in anything in a while. I would actually be hard-pressed to name a specific film he was in, but my reaction to the ads was one of curiosity. I thought he may have been doing a Kevin Bacon, coming back in a big-budget show like The Following. The show had promise, I thought, in that Wayward Pines was a weird picket fence type of town, where everyone knew they were being watched. I thought that some sinister shadowy organisation within the CIA was trying to brainwash or reprogram Ethan Burke (Matt Dillon's character), and I was interested to see how it turned out.

The supporting cast were all brilliant as well; I recognised some of them from other shows, again, I would be hard-pressed to identify which ones. Carla Gugino, who plays another CIA agent, was previously in Sin City and Night At The Museum. Shannyn Sossamon as his wife was pretty good too, and she looked familiar, but I can't say what I thought she was in.

There were some good scenes and some brilliant atmosphere-building twists. I thought that with the surveillance, and the disappearing people, and the rotting bodies, we were in for a brain-twisting psychological thriller. I had the suspicion that the series would end with Matt Dillon escaping from the town and getting back to reality, and possibly taking revenge on the people who incarcerated him in the weirdo town. He would be bowed but not broken, and would end up victorious.

But then the show took a weird turn, and all of a sudden the reason for the surveillance [SPOILER] became clear; we were actually in the 40th century and the entire world had been decimated by nuclear armageddon. The town was surrounded by a fence to keep mutants out, not to keep Matt Dillon in. And there was no way to return to reality and take vengeance on those people who imprisoned him in Wayward Pines.

It seemed like two stories jammed together, and maybe that is the case; I have bought the first Wayward Pines book so will be interested to see how that goes. But I was still hoping, right up to the end, that it would all turn out to be an elaborate hoax and reality would resume. There were some vicious bits in the story; finding the dead CIA agent was one, which was a striking scene, and one which will stay with me. Also when the reckoning took place, that again was memorable. The townsfolk were mostly placid well-behaved citizens, but they had a bloodlust which the reckonings met.

Overall, I would say that it was worth watching, but it was ultimately disappointing. There is going to be a second series by the look of things, and if that is a ten-parter I shall probably watch it, but I will still be hoping that the whole thing is an elaborate set-up, and the real world is still ongoing outside of the confines of Wayward Pines.

Saturday 15-11-21 The Paris Attacks

I suppose I should mention the terrorist attacks which happened in Paris last Friday (13th November). It was a pretty momentous event, where terrorists killed 129 French people who were just enjoying themselves in Paris on a Friday night.

I don't have any particular insights, in fact I can't imagine how an individual can get to the point where they want to commit mass murder and then kill themselves.

Events like the Paris attacks happen frequently in the Middle East, and those events are what is driving a lot of the current refugee crisis. But they're not reported in the western press, because normally there are no British involved or harmed, so they are discarded as possible news events. There's enough going on at home which affects us all that we don't need to be filling our heads with events going on in other far-off lands. That's not to say that I'm not an internationalist, I think I'm fairly up to speed with foreign news, comparatively, but I am aware that those who decide what news items are important discount those events.

Anyway, it was a dreadful thing to happen, and right on our doorstep too - geographically speaking. I've been to Paris a couple of times, not recently, but it is somewhere that I know, and not a city that I've only ever seen on a TV screen. It is much more immediate and close than attacks which have been reported in the Middle East. I even went to the extent of changing my avatar on Facebook, so that it looked like the Tricolor. Then I saw a few posts asking why people were changing their avatars for the Paris Attacks but not, for example, attacks in Beirut. I decided a few days later to remove the updated avatar, and not post political stuff on Facebook. As someone pointed out, it is a social website, to be used to keep in touch with family and friends. I don't think I've posted any seriously political stuff on FB, but I shall make sure and keep it out of posts in the future. And if anyone posts overtly political stuff, I shall probably hide them from my timeline, so I don't see it in future. If I wanted to change the world it would take more than a pithy update on Facebook.

It does seem that these attacks have come at a welcome time for those in government who want to bomb IS (Islamic State) in Syria. I'm not quite sure why, but it seems that they are feeling left out because France and the U.S. and even the Russians are now raining down explosives on identified targets belonging to IS in Syria. After interventions in Iraq and Libya, I am surprised that anyone would want to try again, but maybe it's a case of third time lucky? I will not be surprised, but I will be dismayed, if David Cameron calls for a vote in the Commons on military action in Syria.

We don't have to be involved, and I don't see any reason why we should be. I don't see how the fact that British bombs are falling on Syria, as well as Russian and French bombs, will change anything. But then I am only a mere citizen. I don't have access to the information which the govt does, but I can't see what benefit would come from another military intervention. I'm sure we will see what happens.

TTFN.

Tuesday 15-10-27 George Osborne in "Listening Mode"

So, with all the kerfuffle over tax credits over the last couple of days, it has been an interesting time to watch BBC Parliament TV. Watching the Lords overturn the government's attempt to turn tax credits on their heads through the use of a Statutory Instrument was particularly pleasing. Osborne and the government should have realised that this was going to be a controversial measure, and they should have approached this properly, through a financial bill or an amendment to a bill. In that way, the Lords would not have been able to send it back to the Commons - as they are not, by law, allowed to veto a money or financial bill. As it was, the govt. wanted to curtail discussion in the House of Commons and so introduced this measure in a Statutory Instrument, which meant that MPs could only approve or veto the measure, but not adapt it. And of course, no Tory MP vetoed it, despite the fact that some of them argued against approving it.
After the House of Commons had approved the measure, and before the Lords kicked it back last night, Osborne faced questions from the Treasury committee. He declared that he was "comfortable" with the "judgement call" he had made. At that stage, despite the protestations of the members in the House of Commons, he was completely sure of his position and he was going to forge ahead with the cuts as proposed.

He was in "listening mode" before the Lords' vote, and apparently offered that if they kept their motion to a "motion of regret", i.e., they would let the SI (Statutory Instrument) pass, then he would look and see if there was anything he could do. That seems to me to be the wrong way round, and it seems the Lords thought so too. Good. In my opinion, in the same way that he pointed to the Commons majority as support for his plans, he would have taken the approval of the Lords as a sign that they agreed with his policies, and I expect that there would have been no changes to the cuts. This is just my opinion, but when you take how relaxed and "comfortable" he was in front of the Treasury Committee, I can only think that the passing of the motion would have been what he relied on in the future. After all, what people say, and the points raised during debates, fade into the mists of time eventually, and all that is left is the result of the vote.

The picture above is taken from the interview he gave after the defeat of the SI in the Lords. During that interview he claimed that he was in listening mode and had been in listening mode as previously advised. Listening isn't doing, though. Listening isn't changing policy to mitigate the impacts on the lowest paid. Listening isn't providing an alternative motion.

I don't believe that George Osborne would have made any changes to this legislation if he hadn't had it thrown back in his face. And that did need to happen. Taking money away from those on the lowest rung of the ladder is the cruellest and most vicious thing to do. People rely on tax credits to pay for their heating, or their rent, or food to put on the table. To take that away is to remove their reason to work, and I am sure that more people would end up out of work as a result.

I hope that George Osborne does really review and rethink his plans, so that the worst off in our society are not adversely and disproportionately impacted. But I have a sneaking suspicion that they will not escape unscathed. I hope that people are aware of what he was trying to do, and I hope that they can remember that in 2020, when it's time to vote again for who we want in charge. But fate is fickle, and if things start going well, and if the economy turns around, it may be that there is a feel-good factor; after all, a rising tide lifts all boats, or at least that's what they say. But at the moment, with inflation at zero, and growth slowing, things are not looking good. If there is one silver lining among the gathering clouds, it is that those on tax credits are not going to be more destitute than they already are - or at least, that's how it looks at the moment.

Sunday 15-10-25 Changing Bank Accounts

So on Friday I changed bank accounts. I took some time during my lunch break, fired up the old interwebs and arrived at Yorkshire Bank's homepage. About ten minutes later, I was all done, I had my new account number and sort code, and had agreed to switch from my current current account, with Tesco, using the CASS or Current Account Switching Service. And because of that, Yorkshire Bank are going to pay me £150.

I switched earlier in the year to the Tesco current account because they were giving away 10,000 clubcard points, which is the equivalent of £100. I will probably switch next year to the Co-Op, because they are giving away £125 to swap. I don't see why people stick with their current accounts, and I would recommend that you look at what the options are.

Halifax as well gave me £100 a couple of years ago, and I stayed with them a while, because they gave me £5 every month for staying in credit. They didn't pay any interest though, but I currently don't get more than that in interest on my Tesco current account. I also liked the Halifax internet banking site, so I may go back to them eventually. I wouldn't expect to get another £100 out of them, but the chance is there and even if I don't, a monthly £5 always helps.

I probably won't stay with the Yorkshire Bank for more than three months because I've had a look at their internet banking site and it feels dreadful. It's like some stuffy grey-haired pinstripe wearing half-moon spectacles designed it. "What? What's the issue? It displays the facts and figures...?" Unfortunately in today's internet age, it doesn't strike me as being modern, and that will drive me away.

I was with the Co-Op for a while, a few years ago, and while they were ultra-modern in some ways, i.e. they sent me a little PIN generator so that my account was secure, the banking site was atrocious. So I changed, and that might have been when I went to the Halifax.

I've banked with First Direct before, they were good, and if you go with them they pay £150. Unfortunately because I am a previous customer, I don't qualify for that. I left them because they stopped paying interest on their current account, but at the moment if you pay into their regular savings account they are paying 6% interest - which is a fair whack in these zero-inflation times.

Most banks these days will give you a contactless card and they are pretty much all members of the Faster Payments scheme, so looking at the situation objectively, there is not much different between them. Hence my recommendation that you look around and see what the offers are. I've bagged a notional £250 so far this year (as long as this payment from the Yorkshire comes through) and that will mostly, probably, go towards a nice Christmas present for TW. Not a new tablet off of eBay. Oh no.

But once I've exhausted the offers, I shall be looking for a bank that pays acceptable interest, either on their current account or a linked savings account, and has a welcoming banking web site. Just because it's about cold hard filthy lucre, doesn't mean that design is not required. I want a website that I can appreciate, and feel at home on. I know that's an odd thing to say, but I'm not sure how to express it otherwise.

Tuesday 15-10-20 A Weekend of Good Rugby and Dashed Hopes

This weekend just gone was the weekend of the Rugby World Cup quarter-finals.
First up Wales played South Africa, and although I find it difficult to recall what happened four games ago, Wales were doing well. South Africa scored an excellent try at the end though, there was no defence on the blindside to stop the winning try. So Wales fell. It was a shame, I thought Wales had a chance against RSA, but it wasn't to be.
Next up France played New Zealand and fit stuffed - that match was on Saturday night at 8pm. The odds were so against France, and France had played well against the All Blacks in past World Cup events, that I thought it was worth a small flutter. Well, there is a reason why the All Blacks are the tournament favourites, and that was £2 wasted. Every time France had the ball they seemed to be confronted by a wall of black shirts. On the other hand, when the Kiwis had the ball, they seemed to dance through the chinks in France's defence with ease. So it was goodbye to France, and my £2.
Sunday was a new day, this was much more straightforward. Ireland were favourites to beat Argentina and Australia were odds on to win against Scotland. I even put a little bet on, a double that both Ireland and Australia would go through. The talk before the Ireland game was of how dangerous Argentina were, but I poo-poohed that suggestion: surely Ireland were the more professional, organised side? Yes Argentina had passion and flair but they wouldn't be able to last eighty minutes against the men in green? Well, yes they could, actually. They blitzed Ireland and were 17-0 up after 15 minutes. Ireland then woke up and got back on terms, but Argentina then broke through their defence several times to score and take the game away from Ireland. So even before the final quarter-final of the day, my bet had already gone bad.
Actually, after the Ireland match, we went out for a walk in Arundel. I was planning on catching up with the highlights later, because surely it would be a walkover for the Aussies? Well no, as it turned out. We got back to the house at half-time, and before I could close my eyes and not see the score, it was 16-15. So we whizzed through the first half and sat down to watch the second half semi-live... It was a gripping match, and ended 35-34 to Australia. The final points were awarded dubiously, Australia were given a penalty instead of a scrum, and they took the three points as well as the lead.
Scotland are a much-improved side and I look forward to seeing how they do in the Six Nations next year.
I had already put a pound on Australia to win the whole thing, and after New Zealand's performance, I've also put £2 on them to win. It looks like it might be an Australia - New Zealand final, so I'll be happy either way, but given the upsets in this competition so far, it's not a given.
Bring on the semi-finals next weekend!

Tuesday 15-10-13 The Frailty of Power

I'd like to preface this by saying I don't have, or I don't believe that I have, particularly strong political beliefs. I think I've voted Tory before, because I thought John Major was actually a decent chap. I voted Labour in 1997, along with most other people. And I've voted Lib Dem as well, when I thought they were offering the best view of the future / there was no realistic alternative. So I don't think I have any strong preference for any particular political party.

I've heard the Tories justify their policies with the line that the nation have voted for these policies, that they won the election and they are only carrying out the wishes of the majority. I don't think that's quite true, and I think that the Conservatives have cause for concern.

In the General Election in May 2015, 30.7 million people voted out of a possible 46.4 million registered to vote, or deemed eligible to vote. That is a turnout of 66.1%, or two thirds of the voting public. Of those, 11.3 million people voted conservative, or 36.9%. So out of the voting public, 11.3 out of 46.4 million voted Tory. That's less than 25% of the voting population. And in addition to that, the Conservatives only have a twelve seat majority. 

Now, I am not saying that the other 75% would vote against the Tories. I think a large percentage of the UKIP voters would vote Tory, if UKIP disappeared, and they may vote Tory tactically next time around, seeing that even though 3.8 millions voted UKIP, they only got one MP. And the DUP and UUP would probably also vote Tory or support the Tories in a coalition if needed. 

What I am saying, though, is that with a majority of only 12, and only having support of less than 25% of the population, I think the Tories are following a high-risk strategy in cutting tax credits two years before the new "living wage" (which isn't the same as the living wage promoted by the Living Wage Foundation) comes into effect. And I think it is a little rich for people the likes of Osborne and Cameron to keep banging on about "living within one's means". That's easy enough for them, when one is likely to become a Baronet, and the other is a well-paid leader of nations. I can live within my means, and I am actually managing to pay down some of my debts, albeit slowly. But even for me, payday can't come quickly enough. For those people who earn less, who qualify for working tax credits, life in 2016 is going to get a lot more bleak. They are going to be in work, but not earn enough to live on. 

A constant stream of MPs have lined up to stress that with all the other changes, actually people won't be any worse off. But I don't believe them. In order to get the sums to add up, you have to add in extra childcare allowance, when there is no guarantee that they have kids, higher tax thresholds  - which we all benefit from - and other benefits available to everyone - not just those on working tax credits. I will benefit from higher tax thresholds. So will George and David. But they, and I, don't need their wages bumped up with tax credits. Nor do they rely on that income to buy necessities like food or gas or electricity or travel, so that they can live. They don't need to worry about how they are going to replace that income stream for the two years before the minimum wage rises to £9.50. And even then, that won't be the "living wage", because the living wage (as recommended by the LWF) takes into account tax credits.

I started writing this article before last week's Question Time, and it seems that the same has occurred to other people. I heard on the news this morning that this could be another poll tax moment, and now it is being reported that up to 71 tory MPs in marginal seats could lose their majority at the next election.

The Tories came to power promising that they would balance the books, and pay down the deficit, but I don't think anyone was expecting them just to stop paying benefits to the poorest among us. Now that people have seen the plans and assessed the impact, they're not happy. I am not saying I know what the answer is, but to be so brazen about this is not the way forward. 

Saturday 15-10-10 Indie Daze at Kentish Town Forum

And so on the 3rd October I headed off to Kentish Town for Indie Daze, to see a few bands from the old days. I was meeting up with an old friend from Uni and we were planning to have one of our semi-annual meet-ups and a bit of a bop. Pop Will Eat Itself, Primitives, Wedding Present and Wonder Stuff were all appearing. The train journey was fairly uneventful, except that at Burgess Hill an eighties throwback got on the train and I did wonder for a second whether he was also heading to the Forum. But then I quickly dismissed that, he would have been from a different "tribe" - he had a wet-look permed mullet, which I have to admit is fairly distinctive in this day and age. I seem to recollect he was wearing denim as well, but I may be misremembering... Anyway, he got off after a bit, and went on his merry way. I was sitting next to a couple of, or perhaps just one pilot and his friend, they were heading off to "Twickers, yah?" to meet up with some friends and watch the rugby - England were playing Australia later. In their pressed tops and colourful slacks they cut quite the dash. So, earphones in and a bit of Happy Mondays was the perfect antidote to that.
I met up with E outside the venue, and we went in without any delay. I suppose that as it was  an all-dayer, and people would have their favourite bands, not everyone was planning to arrive at 12:45. So, we beat the rush. The first band on was the Popinjays, who struck me as a more poppy female Carter USM, in that there were only two of them, one singer, one guitarist, and a drum machine. They were both quite cheery and self-deprecating, and they seemed to be happy to be there despite the fact that there were only 30 or so guys there to see them. I'd not heard the Popinjays before, but they sounded pretty good. It was a bit weird to be inside, in the dark, at quarter past one in the afternoon, watching a band perform under lights as if it was 9pm. But they did okay and started the day off well.
The next band on were Back To The Planet, and I had no interest in seeing them. Neither did E, luckily, so we headed out to get some lunch. We disregarded a number of places before ending up at the Rustique Cafe, where I had a really nice English breakfast (but no sausages, unfortunately!) and a coffee, before we headed back to the venue for the third band - Eat.
Eat are one of my favourite bands that no-one has ever heard of. I have a couple of bands which fit into that category - New FADs come to mind, but Eat are right up there. Apparently I did see them in 1992 at a one-day festival in Slough, with Jesus Jones and the Fall, but I can't remember watching them. They are proper rockers, they didn't look like aging indie kids, and they were excellent. The lead singer Ange  Dolittle was obviously the main focus of the stage, coming on as he did with dreads down to his arse and his mad stare. It was an impressive show.  They played their greatest hits, so Fatman, Skin, and they finished with Electric City. They were memorable, and probably, for me, worth the cost of entry by themselves.
Next up were Primitives, who didn't do it for me, I have to say. They played Crash and Through The Flowers, but I didn't recognise a lot of the songs and my interest wasn't piqued in finding out any more.
We started on the beers when Primitives were on, and so by the time Pop Will Eat Itself came on, we were ready to revitalise the day. PWEI always put on a good live show, and last Saturday was no exception. I found myself bopping away to the tunes and really enjoyed it. Despite the fact that Graham Crabb is the only original member, they have a big back catalogue to plunder, and they played a big range of hits, from Def Con One to Ich Bin Ein Auslander, to Get The Girl, Kill The Baddies. The mosh pit was heaving as per usual, and everyone seemed to have a good time.
I was a bit worried at how Wedding Present would maintain the atmosphere, but my fears were groundless - Gedge and the team were brilliant. They played a couple of hits and then launched into Bizarro. I think the influence of Steve Albini is still felt on them, as the tracks and the sound certainly seemed to have more muscle and power than I expected. And of course everyone went crazy to Kennedy and Brassneck, so having them on after PWEI paid off.
After Wedding Present the Wonder Stuff were headlining, and I've seen them before so I chose to head for home. It was a great day and I really enjoyed seeing the bands and catching up with E., as well as having a few beers. The journey home was fairly uneventful and I was in bed and asleep by 00:30. I may go again next year, depending on the line-up.

Monday 15-09-28 Shirts and Buttons

Number of steps: 13,855

Mondays are always hideous, no matter the manner or pace of the preceding Sunday.
Yesterday morning after I'd showered I pulled a shirt out of the wardrobe and headed downstairs to iron it. I was half-dressed; I had trousers and socks on. I'm not some kind of animal, wandering around the house naked! And besides, I didn't want to traumatise our lodger... So I switched on the radio, started listening to Radio 6, and got busy with the iron. When I'd finished, I was inspecting my good work when I realised that I'd been meaning to sew a button back on this shirt for months. Dammit! I had spent a good amount of time ironing this shirt, and I had two choices - I could either go get another shirt and start over, or I could actually sew the button back on to this shirt and actually be able to use it. It would be quicker to iron a second shirt, but you know what? It was still early, I tend to go into work early, so if I was a bit late, that shouldn't be an issue. And I'd been meaning to do this for months, I may as well get it out of the way.
So I dug around in the sewing drawer and found some white thread and a needle. I hate that drawer. It's a mess of stuff we don't want to throw away, but we can't work out where else to put it. It's the dregs drawer. But the threading tool eluded me. I dug, and lifted, and rearranged stuff, until eventually it surfaced. Then I threaded the needle, and started attaching the button to the shirt. By now it was 07:30 and I hadn't had breakfast, or even boiled the kettle for a cup of tea. Normally by 07:30 I am making my final preparations to leave the house. I was so behind. TW boiled the kettle for tea, and I put the finishing touches to the button thread, and then finished dressing. I had breakfast and drank my tea, as normal, and then cleaned my teeth and headed to the Station.
I ended up catching the 08:19, half an hour later than normal. And I was only a few minutes late for work. But at least I won't have to repair that bastard shirt again any time soon...

Sunday 15-09-27 Just an Average Saturday

The kids were awake at 05:50 yesterday morning, probably because they had some friends staying for a sleepover. They were making a bit of noise so we told them to pack it in and go down to the living room; after all, we've got neighbours and they don't want to be woken up at some godforsaken hour. TW managed to go straight back to sleep, as she always does, I read a few bits of news online myself and also managed to get a bit more sleep, and all of a sudden it was 08:45 and a much more human hour of the day.
I nudged TW and suggested it would be a good idea to get up, since the kids had already been up for three hours already. She grumbled a bit, and I threatened to breathe on her if she didn't move. She'd already complained about my morning breath so I used the thought of my oral stench to get her moving. Quite a successful ploy, even if I do say so myself.
Then downstairs to the kitchen, to tidy up the bomb site and clear the work surfaces. Well, we call them work surfaces, but normally they are so covered in junk and stuff that it is impossible to work on them... Anyway, I washed and tidied, and TW made pancakes for the seven of us, and then I spread syrup and chocolate spread on pancakes and got drinks and cutlery for the kids, and then I had a few pancakes myself. We were aiming to get out into the fresh air in the morning, but it didn't happen unfortunately. We dropped the Middle One and her friend off at a party at 1pm (TW took them) and then we returned the remaining guest back to her parent, and then we hit the seafront.
We parked up at the Bluebird Café and took a walk west along the seafront. TW and the girls went down to the sea's edge as the tide was out, but I wasn't wearing appropriate footwear (when am I ever?) so I stayed at the top. I sat on the pebbles at the top of the beach, and did notice a woman reading a book a distance away. We were between the same two groynes, and I thought no more of it. I laid down and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun and the calm, and relaxed. I realised at some point that there was movement, the woman was getting up and moving. I thought no more of it. Then TW phoned me and suggested I walk along the top of the beach and we meet up a bit further along. Of course, it was a good idea, so I stood up, picked up my jacket and started walking. Then I noticed that the woman who had been sitting not so far away had simply moved to the next groyne. I wouldn't say I'm a threatening or imposing figure, and I didn't think I had chosen to sit particularly close to her. Nor was I making any noise or causing a disturbance, so I can only think it was her issue. Still, I felt a pang of worry - what had I done to upset / disturb her? Well, we will never know.
Then as we were walking along the green, TW managed to step into one of the rabbit holes or dips there, and she fell over. It wasn't funny, she has a weak ankle anyway, and she was in some pain. But she was grateful that we didn't laugh, so that was all okay. And then we had an ice cream, and went to Waitrose.
Waitrose is not our normal shopping destination, it has to be said, but TW had some vouchers so we thought we'd use them. £8 off a £40 spend, or 20% - not too bad. Anyway, we spent £45 on not very much and came home. The day had been building towards the England vs Wales rugby match, and we watched a bit of the South Africa Samoa game to get us in the mood. We had decided to have a takeaway - from the Thai Spice Kitchen - and more or less as soon as the evening game started, the meal arrived.
It was delicious, and with a beer as well, the perfect accompaniment to what was shaping up to be a good game of rugby. England were playing well, and it was looking good. Then, there was an unfortunate passage of play where about three Welsh players all got seriously injured. One walked off, holding his (dislocated?) arm, one was carried off on a stretcher, and was another replaced as well? I want to say it was at about the sixty minute mark, but I maybe wrong. Anyway, after that, Wales played out of their skins and it was a thrilling finish. Unfortunately for us, Wales won 28-25, but I had placed a sneaky bet - only 50p at 3-1 - on the Welsh, so despite feeling a bit gutted that England lost, I benefited financially. And then it was ten pm and bedtime.

So, an average Saturday? Maybe not. We had more kids than normal, we got to go to Waitrose, we had a takeaway and we watched a thrilling international rugby match. Maybe I should have just written that, I could have saved us all a lot of time.

Wednesday 15-09-23 Human Rights and Arms Sales

I'm a sad old sod, and part of my daily routine is to listen to one of a number of podcasts on the way to work. After all, I travel to Brighton on the train and I like to escape the humdrum journey somehow... One of the podcasts I listen to is "Yesterday in Parliament". It's not funny, nor glamorous, but it can be important to keep up with what our politicians are discussing on our behalf.
So on the 17th of September Ann Clwyd secured a debate on the implications for human rights of promoting arms sales, in light of the arms fair which was being held at the Excel Centre in London. Her basic argument was that we were selling arms to countries which didn't respect the human rights of their citizens.  She finished by suggesting that it was time for the UK government to stop selling arms to despotic regimes, which would prove popular with the nation (a survey suggested this).
Tobias Ellwood, on behalf of the govt., argued that the govt. aimed to have robust controls in place regarding the sales of arms, and it was actually the fact that the UK was selling arms that led to robust relationships with these countries where we (as concerned parties) could broach human rights with these despotic regimes.
So we are selling guns and bombs and helicopters and missiles to these hideous regimes who are known to be containing and oppressing their own citizens, but "I say, old chap, we'd prefer if you didn't use these weapons on your own populace". I'm sure that will make those single-minded power-hungry despots think again. I wouldn't be surprised if they gave up their evil ways and founded charities to benefit the dispossessed.
Or, and this might be more effective, we could not sell them any weapons at all. Then, even if they wanted to use weapons against their own people, they wouldn't have them to deploy. Or, if they did have them, we would not have supplied them.
I think that would deliver the appropriate "robust" message. The logic Ellwood used just doesn't stand up. If you give weapons to an oppressive regime, you're basically endorsing their approach. Surely the stronger message is not to supply arms on any basis?
Just my late night tupporth. Maybe I'm seeing things in too simplistic a  fashion, but maybe sometimes it's better to keep things simple?

Monday 15-09-21 A Trip to Christ's Hospital

And so on Saturday it was off to Christ's Hospital, for an open day. Christ's is an independent school in West Sussex, somewhere near Horsham. I'd never heard of it before the summer, but friends of ours told us in passing that their son had been invited to apply on the basis of his musical ability. Our eldest is ten now, and so we need to choose her secondary school fairly soon. While we have some fantastic schools in Worthing, Christ's has a fantastic bursary scheme, and some children do get their fees paid for by the school; we would need that, or as close to it as makes no difference, and it is good to see how the other half live every once in a while.
Christ's is so large it must have its own postcode. It certainly is signposted as if it is a village, and as we drove in, it looked like a village. Considering there are only 900 pupils, it was massive. We were told at one stage that they have 19 rugby pitches. The buildings were impressive and old without looking old, if that's possible; the campus had an air of timelessness. And that was of course helped by the fact that the pupils, who were having Saturday morning lessons, were wandering around in their uniforms, which have only changed once since the 1500s, apparently.
It was a very slick operation, we were guided in and handed off to two Year 9s who were our guides for the entire morning. We saw the maths block, the music buildings, pretty much everything that was open. We had a tour of the boarding houses and asked what questions we had. The girls who were our tour guides were confident, pleasant and outgoing, and were a brilliant advert for the school in themselves.
Apparently the selection process is very rigorous: for the eighty places available, there are five hundred applicants. If that was a cross-section of the general public, I would like those odds, but we are talking about naturally bright kids and the output from prep schools, so there has already been some pre-selection. We'll have to see how that goes. We need to go back in October for some IQ tests, and then if she passes that she will be one of two hundred invited back for the residential in January. We've had to pay a £50 fee for the experience, but even after just the open day, it may already be worth it. And if she gets as far as the residential, that will definitely be money well spent.
The only concern really is that the fees are £33k a year. That's more than my annual salary, after tax. Take into account our mortgage payments and living costs, etc., and we don't have any money left to pay for an education. I suppose TW could get a full-time, 35 hours a week job type job, but then she'd actually be paying out quite a lot on childcare for the other two and they would suffer from the lack of "Mum" time.
One thing they did say was that they aimed to have no more than 20 pupils in a class. Davisons can offer that at the moment, as an all-girl state school.
The eldest knows that it is unlikely that she will go there, but it will be a good experience for her, and nothing they said on the day dissuaded her from wanting to go there. So she will sit the exams and take the tests, and we'll see.
The most impressive thing was the marching band. At 12:30 the band appeared, it must have been 70 strong, they were all kitted out in their finest, and marched really crisply. They paraded up and down, twirling their batons and playing some lively marching music, and then they stood still and played as the individual houses marched in to lunch, each in a separate squad, led by a standard-bearer. Apparently that happens every day, even when there are no spectators. It was very impressive and must be unique to Christ's.
All in all, it was an interesting day. We had a McDonald's for lunch on the way home, so everyone was a winner.

Saturday 15-09-19 Corbyn and Kneeling

A lot of people recently have been banging on about Jeremy Corbyn and the paradox between his Republicanism and the fact that, in order to join the Privy Council he will need to kneel before the Queen.
Let's think about this for a bit. What would he lose from following the tradition and kneeling in front of the Queen? And what will he gain?
Well, he will lose face if he kneels. But he gets access to security briefings. If I were leader of the Labour Party, I would prefer the access. And bugger the loss of face.
And now, what would he gain from not kneeling? And what would he lose? He wouldn't gain very much. The Monarchy wouldn't crumble. In fact, if Corbyn spoke to the Queen, I'm sure they could have a lovely polite conversation. He wouldn't sulk in a corner and refuse to engage with her.
But.
If there was a vote  in the Houses of Parliament to abolish the Monarchy, JC would vote in favour. That doesn't mean he has to snub the Queen. He can't dismantle the Monarchy single-handedly. And that is why he will bend the knee. It's a symbolic tradition, that doesn't mean anything in particular, but it will give him access to information. I hope he takes the pragmatic approach, and he can always take steps to modernise the process afterwards if it is that offensive. But how many people actually pledge allegiance to the Queen and join the Privy Council? I think he should choose his battles.

Tuesday 15-09-08 A Sense of Quiet Despair

Is it just me? Or is there a general feeling that we can do better? Whenever I listen to the news (and I believe in the BBC) I don't see much reason for optimism.
It seems that the government are aiming low in offering to accept 20,000 refugees over the next five years. Especially when Germany accepted 10,000 in one day last week, and have since advised that they can probably take 500k refugees per year. The paucity of Cameron's vision is disappointing.
But at the same time it seems that they think they can solve all the global problems by bombing two random individuals in Syria.  Apparently the reason is that the UK was under immediate threat of attack. Surely, if we were under immediate threat, and these individuals were in Syria, then they were not the intended actors. There must be other individuals in the UK prepared to carry out whatever atrocities were proposed? So killing two people remotely wouldn't remove the immediate threat,  but would remove any need for a judicial case / review. It just seems a little odd to me. I don't see that "self-defence" can be a justifiable defence, and surely the fact that this argument can be deployed shows how convoluted lawyerly arguments can be.

Then (and maybe underlying all this) is the fact that our economy seems to be stalling on an almost permanent basis. Once a particular sector seems to be doing well, another seems to be failing. It's like a big game of whack-a-mole. And if there is no problem with the UK economy, all of a sudden the Chinese economy goes tits-up and threatens to affect the entire global economy.

Perhaps a war might help kickstart investment? I don't know, but I'm not sure that i wouldn't put it past this current Tory government, "for the sake of the shareholders".

To be completely frank, I don't see any change coming soon. We're halfway through our current three year mortgage and rates are still at 0.5%. We're in a funk, that's for sure, and I don't know how we are going to get out of it. And it doesn't help that I work in the financial industry, so I am concerned that if others pick up on the stagnation in the economy, that'll do for me and my employment.

Maybe a war would be for the best. After all, I'm past conscription age now.

TTFN.

Sunday 15-09-06 Removing Malicious Apps from Facebook

So yesterday morning I woke up and was looking at Facebook. I saw that my neighbour had posted articles and links about Ariana Grande, and as I was expecting to see him later, I reminded myself to tease him about it. We're both in our 40s and have no business looking at Ariana.
Anyway, when I buttonholed him about it, he denied all involvement and was completely mystified. Someone suggested he should change his password, on the suspicion that his account had been hacked. But I thought that maybe he had given permission to a malicious app which was accessing his account and posting on his timeline at will.
We went through the apps he had given permission to, and removed the ability to post to his timeline from all that we could. I thought that might have done it, but strangely less than an hour later, another improbable post appeared on his timeline. When I looked at it more closely, it seemed that it was posted by "Coso", which was an app I had seen that he had granted permissions to. I got him round and removed the permissions and deleted the app's activity on his timeline. I hope that that will do it, but we will monitor his account and see if any other unexpected activity occurs.
Changing his password wouldn't have helped, I don't think, as he had given the app permission to post to his account. And when I clicked on the link to Coso, even Facebook identified the link as potentially malicious, so I guess that they are hoping that people will slowly remove Coso's permissions over time.
So the message is, be careful which apps you give permissions to, and if you see errant posts on your timeline, check if a specific app is posting them. And then nuke that f***er. These apps are taking us for a ride and need to be reined in. Happy hunting...!

Saturday 15-08-29 CM Nightlies for the OnePlus One

So I have switched to using CM Nightlies on my OnePlus. what that means is, updates to the software are released daily (overnight), and I can choose to add them into the existing software on the phone or not. I have an app installed on the phone, called CyanDelta, which identifies the changes and can download just those bits of software necessary to update the phone. This means I am applying small (~9mb or ~13mb ) updates rather than replace the whole ROM.
This has been fine for the last few weeks, until this week one of the updates broke Chrome, i.e., I just couldn't use Chrome as my browser. But that was fine because they fixed that the next day, and I was able to use Dolphin in the meanwhile.
The update on Thursday however, wasn't good. It seemed to cause stuttering in a few apps I was using, and I did experience what I believe was my first reboot while using CM Nightlies. Then, on the way to work on Friday morning, I had another reboot, and my wifi seemed to be a bit wonky.
So I made the classic schoolboy error and performed a factory reset. That meant that all apps were wiped from my phone, although the basic data was still there, I had for instance my progress on Temple Run saved. But I lost my call history, my SMS (what is the plural of SMS?), and some financial records which were of personal interest only. I could not get wifi to work though, and was beginning to panic. I spent most of the morning trying to connect to wifi, to be told that I was connected, but there was no data transfer. Then, after lunch, I rebooted the phone and voila, the wifi returned.
So the basic upshot is, I used a hammer to crack a nut, and I am still fine-tuning the phone to get it back to how I like it. Once I've done that, I am going to perform a nandroid back-up, so that if I get flustered again, I can just apply the back-up. I should probably see if I can schedule regular back-ups in Titanium Backup, so that I have a recent version to fall back on in case of emergency.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have the 29th Aug Nightly to flash... Have a good weekend.

Wednesday 15-08-26 Thoughts on Camping on the Isle of Wight

So we have just got back from the Isle of Wight, a camping trip. while we got wet on the way home, the stay itself was very nice. We went with friends and it was most relaxing; so much so that it seems strange to think that we were only there for three whole days. We went on Thursday and came back on Monday, so had Friday to Sunday on the Isle.
Friday was good weather, so we went to the outdoor pool and then to the beach at Sandown in the afternoon. Saturday we spent at the Needles, and TW was quite surprised that I went in the chairlift down to the beach. It was a bit of a heart-in-mouth moment, but I made it down and up again, which was the scarier part of the journey. We had a lot of vouchers to spend in the sweet shop at the end of the day, so much so that the children still have some sweets left (!). On Saturday night we were treated to a natural lightshow, thanks to the lightning over Sandown, but the rain missed us and we were kept warm by the wind. It got noticeably warmer by a couple of degrees in a matter of minutes, it was quite a phenomenon.
Sunday morning was when our luck broke; the rain came in and we had to spend all morning in our friends' tent, all nine of us. However, apart from the occasional moment, the kids all got on well together and it was quite relaxing. Sunday  afternoon we went to the indoor pool and our friends took their tent down while we swam with our and their kids. I stepped into the jacuzzi and didn't realise that there was an extra step down to the floor of the jacuzzi, so fell face first into the water, causing great hilarity for the children. Then in the evening we went for a big nosh up at Pizza Express; as someone said, how middle class can you get?
Monday morning it rained and we had to dismantle the tent; it didn't go too badly, but we got horrendously soaked when we went to the Bembridge windmill. The journey home was a bit of a chore, as a result, but we got here.
It was a good break and I would do it again, at least we were able to laugh at our damp misfortune. But I'm damned if I'm going camping again next week...

Monday 15-08-17 Move More 2015

So I've signed up for Move More 2015. It's a nationwide movement to get people fitter and Work have signed up for it as well. They've given me a pedometer and I'm supposed to log my steps via a link they're going to send on a "weekly" email, which is yet to arrive. So it's been a good start to the month of enforced exercise; the aim is to manage more than 10,000 steps per day. I went for a 35-minute walk at lunch and managed over 12k steps on my first day. I'm planning to walk further over the next few days, but I've bought some new shoes and my feet are covered in blisters. I'm hoping they'll improve over the next few days and allow me to really get the steps in and feel better about the whole thing.

Thursday 15-08-06 Funding for Trades Unions

So I see that the Conservatives have decided that "ordinary working folk" can't have their union dues deducted at source:

http://www.theguardian.com/politics/2015/aug/06/tories-labour-trade-union-funding-public-sector

It's a clever move, it means that people will have to see money come into their bank account and see it go out again. If people are looking at their outgoings, trying to reduce their expenditure or save some cash, their union dues will have to be considered.
But it seems to me that if Labour got into power next time round, they could just reverse the bill. It would be a game of political ping pong. There seems to me to be no reason for it.
People have already opted in to paying their dues, so they are paying voluntarily. Having the dues deducted at source just means they don't have to think about it.
I think the Conservative Party are trying to get a lot of stuff through while the Labour Party are leaderless and rudderless, and maybe they'll regret it later. I'm not sure, but we'll see.

Sunday 15-08-02 Two Bites of Bushwalla

Since I last wrote, I've been to see Bushwalla twice. One of our friends enjoys his stuff and asked if we wanted to go and see him perform in Brighton at the Latest Bar. We decided to make a night of it and we asked M & P to babysit.
We headed into Brighton, and had dinner out before the show at Sawadee. We used to go to Sawadee regularly when we lived in Brighton, and it was as delicious as ever. TW insisted on the fishcakes, as that was always her favourite. I like Thai, it always tastes cleaner than Chinese. I love Chinese as well, we had a Chinese takeaway last night (oh, the decadence!), but somehow Thai food seems sharper and lighter than Chinese. So, after the Thai meal and a couple of glasses of wine, we went off to the Latest Bar. We were the first ones there, at about 19:45, which was a bit of a worry, as the show was due to start at 20:00.
Bushwalla himself came and sat with us to eat his falafel, and then went to get ready. There was a bit of a delay, as they waited for more people to show up. Eventually there were 11 of us in the audience (you couldn't call us a crowd...) and the show got underway. The support was a singer-songwriter called Tom Price-Stephens, or TPS for short. I really enjoyed his stuff, it was laidback and mellow. There were a couple of funny songs, especially "That's What She Said", and the first song, the opener which got me was "Between The Lines".
So that went well, and then Bushwalla came on. Apparently he writes with Jason Mraz, although I had to google Mraz to work out that I had heard his stuff ("I'm Yours" is one I've heard before).
Despite the fact that there were only 11 of us, Bushwalla pushed ahead, and gave us a show. It was really good, he played with his music and he's got some really good stuff, especially "Gangster" and "Freaky Guy". He had a lot of musical jokes going on, and was able to make up raps on the spot. He also threw in some juggling and some illusions, and it was a good show. It was a damn fine evening, and it was an awful shame that more people weren't there to see it. Still, we will always know that we were part of the #Brighton11.
After the show I spoke to both Bushwalla and TPS, and TPS gave me one of his CDs - that has had a couple of outings in the last week, and it is really good, and certainly a reminder of bits of the live show.

This Friday we also saw Bushwalla at the Tangerine Bar in Worthing; although bits of the show were the same, it was a completely different vibe, as the room was filled with 30 or so friends who were all in to his stuff. As I understand it, he was staying with friends in Worthing, and he apologised to some of the audience for eating their cookies. It was another good evening, and we really enjoyed it.

Saturday 15-07-18 Sussex vs Hampshire at the Sussex County Ground

It was Friday night, and therefore time to head to the Sussex County Ground for another crucial T20 fixture. Sussex have done well considering where they were in the T20 league just a few weeks ago. With one match to go, it looks like Sussex are going to be in the quarter finals, but they may have missed their chance for a home quarter final.
It was another fine evening, despite the weather during the day being a bit grey and dreary. It had cleared up and the game was played under clear skies. Sussex won the toss and decided to bat second, a strategy which had worked for them previously, but on this occasion unfortunately the Hampshire openers were too good for our bowling. Carberry fell early, but Vince batted out the innings and finished on 90 not out. It was good to see Owais Shah's brief cameo, he scored 40 from 23, and eventually Hampshire posted a total of 204-3. The pressure was on...
Wright and Nash came out and started enjoying themselves; they scored 15 off  the first over, and their intent was clear. They both played well. Wright was out in the eighth over for 42, bowled by Arafat somewhat ironically, as Arafat used to play for Sussex. Nash went on to get 88, and the win was still within reach.
Unfortunately Machan did not shine; he was out for one run, and Bailey made a useful 33, but in the end it wasn't enough. We needed five runs from the final delivery, and Ollie Robinson was at the wicket. Of course, it was a dot ball, and Sussex fell short.
We have one more game, tomorrow I think, so maybe we can get a home quarter final still, but I think that maybe the chance has gone. I sat in my usual position, in the third row back, at the end of a section, so that my view of the play was unimpeded, and I enjoyed it. I was sitting next to a particularly rowdy bunch of Sussex supporters who barracked the Hampshire players in the outfield. They were quite amusing at times, although their attempts to get a Mexican wave started were woeful.
Now we're getting into the one day season, and I have tickets for those games, so I am looking forward to those. They're more my pace; T20 games, while exciting and hectic, are over too quickly. The one day games give you time to luxuriate in the atmosphere and really unwind. Bring it on, I say...

Saturday 15-07-11 The Ashes First Test, Cardiff

Well, it should not be news to anyone by now that England won the first Ashes test in Cardiff against Australia. I think it was Botham who has the theory that the third day decides a test, and England won the third day decisively. Things were fairly well-balanced at the end of Day 2; England had put on a good score for their first innings and Australia were set fair to match it. They were 264-5 versus England's 430 all out. I did hope that if England could take three wickets by lunch, they would be in the box seat. As it was, Australia were all out for 308 before lunch, a deficit of 122.
England took their innings and lost Cook before lunch (I had a little £2 bet on Cook getting to 48, so I was disappointed). And they were all out at end of day for 289, but when the lead of 122 was added, that meant that Australia had to get to 411 to win in their final innings. England were all out with the final play of Day 3, and so Australia had two whole days, or 180 overs, to get to 411.
Unfortunately for Australia, they didn't even get to the end of Day 4 before they were all out. Only Mitchell Johnson and David Warner scored more than 50, and actually Johnson was the high-scorer with 77. But they couldn't muster more than 242 before they were all out. And so England were victorious.

I think there were small wins and benefits to both teams; Starc took five wickets in the first innings and appears to be the danger Aussie bowler. Johnson was wicketless but seemed to take it with good humour, he had a fairly good run rate of 4.44. Root, Stokes and Ali all scored highly, as did Ballance. So as expected.
It was good to see Bell get a 60 in the second innings, and I hope that is a return to form for Ronald. It is good to see him in the runs. Root also scored 60, probably without breaking a sweat, but such is the nature of cricket today.
I think at the end of Australia's first innings, the prediction was that this would be difficult for Australia to recover, and so it proved. I had a bet on Australia to win and obviously that has now fallen by the wayside, but I think an England win, so decisively, is worth a fiver...

TTFN

Saturday 15-07-11 Sussex vs Glamorgan

Another Friday night, another T20 match. The weather was glorious, the beer was flowing freely and Glamorgan chose to bat first. That was a mistake, as Sussex like to chase, and so it proved. Glamorgan didn't score enough to make it a challenge for Sussex, Luke Wright scored 92 not out and was still in at the end (obvs). George Bailey had a bash once he got his eye on and hit the winning runs.
Sussex remain second in the table and with a home game again next Friday night, hopefully they can repeat last night's result and swing a home quarter-final.
Keepin' the dream alive...

Tuesday 15-07-07 American Horror Story: Freakshow - A Final Verdict

Freakshow was an excellent addition to the American Horror Story oeuvre. Let me get that out of the way first. Jessica Lange as Elsa Mars has found her calling. Kathy Bates, with her weird Canadian (?) accent was brilliant. I felt for all of the cast, cast as they were in their hopeless, fateful roles.
Evan Peters was brilliant, as were all repeating cast members. Frances Conroy as Gloria Mott was brilliant, and Dandy Mott played by Finn Wittrock was a tour de force. Basically, what I'm saying is that the cast was brilliant, the pacing was excellent, and the story was gripping.

It was so good that I watched the final three episodes in one burst tonight. However, I don't think I will watch any more series of American Horror Story.

My concern with American Horror Story is that the protaganists are always destined to fail. The ending of Freakshow was uplifting for one particular character, and a couple of others, but as time went on it became clear that this was not going to be an uplifting and optimistic series.

I wouldn't normally complain about being served up a quality drama series which was ultimately depressing, except for the fact that when I detach myself from the fantasy of the TV show, actually real life doesn't seem much better. The characters in Freakshow were locked into their fate, and sometimes it seems that we are all locked into our fates, guaranteed to continue along the path that we've cut out for ourselves.

I feel jealous of people like Romesh Ranganathan,not because he's a famous comedian (well, yea, that is a big factor) but because he's managed to swap jobs and roles. He hasn't let his fate define him, he's managed to escape the fate of the cost analyst and the fate of the teacher. Third time lucky. I don't know, I'm spouting on a bit, maybe I should shut up now. It is quite late, and I have had drink taken watching Freakshow. Take it from me, some soft landing is required. Especially with AHS.

Tuesday 15-07-07 Some Observations on Current Affairs

It's been ten years since the London bombings and there has been coverage of the remembrance services happening today. It was a dreadful event and lots of people are still living with the after-effects of that tragedy.

Yesterday I saw that the government has handed off responsibility for free TV licences for the over-75s to the BBC. That is a bit of a surprise, as it will add almost a fifth to the BBC's annual costs. It will also reduce the costs to the government; I wonder what they're going to do with that £650 million? They're also talking about decriminalising not paying the licence fee. Currently the licence fee is classed as a tax, hence it is a criminal offence not to pay it. If it changes and it is not a crime not to pay the licence fee, then it will be more difficult to collect and the BBC will have to spend more to get the revenues it is due.

At the same time the govt is now proposing that the cap on household income from benefits will be £20,000 outside London.  Well, they've already abolished child poverty so if they sort this out then they can probably call it a day for this parliament and sold off to the golf course for the rest of the term. Let's hope they don't implement any further policies to "help" the British public.
Oh, but wait! There's the first Tory budget tomorrow,  which is expected to cut tax credits and allow more Sunday trading. So now the plebs can work seven days a week for less money than ever before. Way to go, fellas, gotta keep the general populace subjugated.

If the amount that the government is spending on people who need it is going down, I expect that they are planning a tax rebate of some mammoth proportions. Or maybe they are going to use that money to plug the gap caused by the reduced funds received from inheritance tax? That's right, they are intending to stop taking from the rich and giving to the poor. Still, they are the rich, so that's only to be expected. The trouble I think they'll find is that the poor voted for them, and it is the people who put them into power who will suffer due to the cuts in tax credits and withdrawal of other benefits.

I still don't really see an up-tick in the economy, I don't think anyone is getting better off. I'm alright, I don't get tax credits and i don't rely on the govt to ensure I have a living wage, but I'll tell you something, I'm bloody scared that one day I might, and then where will we be?

Just a thought...

Sunday 15-07-05 Oneplus One Screenshot

There's lots going on in the world at the moment, but I'm not going to write about that. I could've read about it, but TW didn't pick up a paper when she popped out to Asda earlier. I can always scan the Guardian and Telegraph websites if I need a news fix. 

The Greeks might be about to leave the €uro, we'll see shortly what the exit polls predict. That'll be interesting to follow. 

We had a "Half Christmas" party yesterday so I am feeling slightly jaded. I nearly fell asleep earlier, but unfortunately I was rudely awakened / interrupted by TW returning from the aforementioned trip to Asda. So I am comforting myself with a nice sunny warm homescreen on my phone.

That is all. 

Tuesday 15-06-30 My Wife The Good Samaritan

TW was awake at 01:30 this morning, which was a miracle in itself (since no alcohol was involved), but actually she had set the alarm and intended to be awake at that time. We are taking in students who are visiting the UK to learn English, and she had agreed to take in a Chinese boy. Unfortunately we were expected to collect him from Worthing Station at 23:30.
Why set the alarm for 01:30 instead, then? I hear you ask... Well, at about 23:00 we got a text message advising that our visitor was delayed, and not expected into Worthing until 01:30. Up until that point, I was going to collect him, but at that point TW told me to go to bed and get some sleep, and she would collect the new arrival. So she set her alarm for 01:00 or 01:10, and dressed and set off to the station.
She was a few minutes early, our arriving student had not yet arrived, so she busied herself surveying the scene. She noticed a young woman who appeared to be visibly upset talking to a member of the station staff. The young woman ended the conversation and was crying. TW, being the person she is, wandered over and asked the woman what was the matter.
It turned out that she was a Mexican lady travelling to Milan, and she had been in London, intending to get to Gatwick. She had boarded the last train out of London Victoria, which as any fule kno runs fast to Brighton and then along the coast to Worthing. Unfortunately not every Mexican fule kno that though... She had spoken to the taxi drivers at the station, and they wanted £100 to drive her to Gatwick; she only had £13 about her person. So that was a no-go. And her flight was at 06:00. TW took control of the situation, told her not to worry, explained why she was loitering at the train station at that time in the morning (I would have been a bit suspicious myself) and promised to get the girl to Gatwick.
So TW collected the student and brought the student and the young woman back to our house, settled the student, came and woke me up and told me what she was up to (not that I took it in at the time, apparently I mostly blinked and looked dazed), and set off driving the girl to Gatwick. TW got back about 03:30 and slept.
I made sandwiches for the students when I got up, and a neighbour offered to take the girls to school, and I left for work.
Speaking to TW in the evening, she said that she hadn't done anything special, that anyone would have done the same thing and that she hoped that if she or any of our daughters were in that situation, that someone would have helped in a similar way.
I beg to differ though; I think that what she did was extraordinary, and it's not something that "anyone else would have done". TW is extremely empathic, and she helps people wherever she can. This was an extreme example of the sort of thing that she does every day.
In a world where people are getting shot while they sunbathe, and state support is being taken away from those most in need, and where all our heroes have turned out to be grubby self-interested child-molesters, this is the sort of act which restores my faith in humanity and reaffirms the fact that I've got the best wife in the world.
I hope others can appreciate that a little help here and there makes the world a better place.

Saturday 15-05-27

Here we are, Saturday morning again. TW is upstairs in bed, the girls are next door watching some sort of trash TV, and I am here with my thoughts and a keyboard. That's a dangerous combination.
The students have been here a week now, and so far they have been no bother at all. They're very polite and quiet, although there have been a couple of evenings when it has sounded like they've been keeping elephants up in their room. That's the only way to explain the foundation-shattering bumps and thuds emanating from upstairs. They've been out to a disco (arranged by the school, they've not been clubbing it up at Ben Ten), they even went to the bowling alley last night, although I'm not sure they did any bowling; I think they were just "hanging out". And they said they thought they would be home by 21:30, and they got home at 21:30 on the dot. I wonder what the Spanish is for "hanging out"?
Today is the school summer fair, so that will take up most of the late morning / early afternoon. We will be meeting the MiL and the GiL there, as the Middle One is doing some country dancing, and singing in the choir as well.
TW wants to head off to Worthing Rugby Club this afternoon, as all her mates from Splashpoint are going to be there, and Murdoch's Crazy Eyes are playing as well, later. I shall probably leave her there, although that might mean that I don't see her until 3am tomorrow morning; but that's a risk I just gotta take. It'll mean I can get through a couple of episodes of Freakshow tonight, at least...

TTFN.

Sunday 15-06-21 Now We Are Seven

TW has decided to "retire", at the ripe old age of 38 (don't tell her I told you) and so in order to maintain some kind of income she has decided to take in EFL (English as a Foreign Language) students. Our first two arrived last night, they are Spanish boys aged 14 & 15. They seem polite enough, TW made most conversation with them, of course, and at least they didn't murder us in our beds as we slept. But as I've pointed out elsewhere, they are here for three weeks, there is plenty of time yet. So now we have five children in the house, and we are getting another one next Monday as well. At least it will bring in a penny or two.

Today of course is Father's Day (or is it Fathers' Day?), and so I was given the choice of what I wanted to do. My first choice is always to sit on my bottom and surf the internet, learning things and following stories in the news. However, I don't think that's what TW was offering. I did suggest Sleepy Hollow, but then I decided I wanted to see some views, so we went up to Highdown instead. We sat at the top of Highdown looking out across Goring and Ferring, out to sea, and it was lovely. The sun was shining, it wasn't too hot, it was very restful. Then we walked over Highdown, out towards Arundel, and we did consider striking out for The Spotted Cow, one of the GiL's favourite watering holes. Our only concern was that we did not know how far it actually was. Well, it seems that there and back is approximately 3.75 miles, which was maybe a bit further than we were intending to walk. As I write this, TW is having a nap, and my calves are beginning to complain about the amount of extra work they've had to do today. But it was a good walk, we had a soft drink and some chips when we got to the pub, and the youngest children didn't complain too much on the way back. Result. The students are up in London today, so they weren't with us, but they'll be back later.
All in all, it's been good. I should go and wake TW up in a bit, but I might let her sleep on...
TTFN.

Sunday 15-06-14 Sussex vs. Essex Friday Night T20

Friday night is cricket night around here, and so when work wrapped up it was off to the Hove County Ground for an evening's T20. A colleague gave me a lift into Hove, and I schlepped it to the ground after popping into Tesco to stock up on provisions. I was going to buy a ticket for the Euromillions lottery, as the jackpot was £92 millions, but unfortunately (or otherwise?) the branch of Tesco which I popped into didn't sell lottery tickets. It could have been me...

Anyway, to the ground, where I asked the stewards on my way in if it was going to rain. They reckoned not, apparently they had received word from the groundsman. I was sceptical; it had rained on and off during the day up to that point, and the clouds were hanging heavy and gray overhead. But so it turned out - we stayed dry throughout, and the rain only came once I had returned home.

Essex won the toss and decided to bowl, putting Sussex in to bat first. Of course the openers were Nash and Wright, and I really hoped that they would take the game away from Essex from the start. As it was, they got in, but then unfortunately they both got out, Wright for twenty and Nash for twenty-two. Then Jayawardene had a go, and scored 53, but unfortunately no-one could stay with him, and Sussex could only post 140 from their twenty overs. Topley took two wickets, as did Bopara, and Shaun Tait (used to play for Australia) took three.

I had a couple of pints of Amstel during the first innings, as I couldn't face the Sharks Gold bitter, apparently it's made by North Laines brewery, so it's a good local effort, and it's good for both partners, I reckon, but unfortunately I don't like the taste.

Sussex came out into the field then, for the second innings, and Essex were in. They opened with Jesse Ryder and Mark Pettini. I guess Jesse is New Zealand's answer to KP - explosive, exciting to watch, and with his own off-field issues. Tonight he hit two lovely sixes to get the innings off to a good start, and then was promptly out. No matter though, Pettini scored 48 and Westley 47, both at a pace, and so at the tail-end of the innings the required rate per over was two or thereabouts. As it was Essex wrapped it up within seventeen overs, and I was already at the train station by then, waiting to get home.

It was good to be able to see some stars of the game playing; Bopara, Ryder, Tait and Jayawardene. It was a shame that Sussex did so poorly, but to me the result is immaterial, really. I don't get into a fug about it. I had a nice chat with a Welsh guy who supported Glamorgan, of course, and was hoping for Wales to win against Belgium in the World Cup qualifiers. I was able to hook into the Sussex wi-fi and keep him updated on their progress (Wales won 1-0), and we discussed England's chances against New Zealand, and it was just a relaxed evening where I could focus on me and my wants. I have a fairly relaxed life any way, but there is something restorative about spending time at the cricket and aligning with the rhythms of the game. Focusing on the game and forgetting the demands of work and life at home takes me out of myself, and brings down the blood pressure, or at least it feels like that sometimes. I'm off again to see Sussex play Surrey at Arundel, I just hope they put on a better show today than they did on Friday.

TTFN.

Thursday 15-06-11 Selling the Nation

So, George Osborne reckons it's time to sell off the RBS shares.  He's been advised by Rothschild and the Bank of England that the time is now. I wonder who will take care of the sale for the government? It wouldn't be Rothschild, would it? I wonder who will actually make money out of this sale? The government, and therefore, we the people, aren't going to make any money. The shares are going to be sold at a loss, despite the fact that we've held these shares for seven years. RBS keep getting pinged for illegal business practices, and other assorted penalties. It's almost like they weren't being regulated those few years ago...
I have some shares personally in RBS, and they cost me about £100. They are still worth about £100. I'm not going to sell them until they're worth about £200. I don't know how long it's going to take, but I can hold onto them until then. I think the govt. should take the same approach. Ironically, on the news that Osborne was going to sell the shares, the price went up by 8p. That's not going to change my fortunes but it's a move in the right direction. Another 42p, and it would be worth selling. As it is, the govt. has an asset and they can sell it only once. Selling those shares now, at this price, is a mistake. Combine that with the sale of the shares in the Post Offoce, and it looks like there will be no assets left for any future govt. The good thing about valuable assets which keep appreciating in value, is that they create wealth and mean that the general population don't have to contribute so much in tax. Anyone would think, looking at the current general sell-off, that the Tory Govt. would like to keep the general population under the yoke. That can't possibly be the case, can it?

Wednesday 15-06-10 American Horror Story - Freakshow I

I've started watching the new series, and it's full of the normal grotesques. Jessica Lange and the usual cast are in it, all performing out of their skins. Kathy Bates is particularly fantastic as the bearded lady, but even more remarkable is her accent.
Anyway, I am finding it hard to get into; I know how it will all end - in despair and hopelessness, the same as always.
The brilliant conceit though, is that the series is set in 1952, but the songs that Madame Elsa sings modern songs - "Life on Mars" by Bowie, "Gods and Monsters" by Lana Del Rey, and I'm sure there are more to come. I will keep watching, out of some ghoulish fascination.

TTFN.

Saturday 15-06-06 A Saturday Morning Ramble about Nothing Very Much

I love it when the date does that, I mean that the month starts on a Monday. Then it's easy to work out what the date is. Today is Saturday, that's the sixth day of the week, so it must be the sixth of June. Sorted. Sometimes numbers just work, you know?
Anyway, as I sit here slightly jaded (that's code for hungover), there's not much that I want to write. I had a small win on the Euromillions last night, £7.50, but it wasn't the full-on £72 million, was it? I've decided that I'm not going to play the lottery any more, I think I'm spending £8 a week on it. What with the Euro millions on a Tuesday and Friday, and the National Lottery on a Wednesday and Saturday, that's £8 a week or £32 a month, which is £380 a year, give or take. So I have decided to save that instead. I pay weekly into a savings account, so I shall just up my weekly amount. Paying weekly makes it seem smaller and it's therefore less noticeable. I only have less than £200 saved, but it normally comes in handy during months where I've overspent.
Speaking of overspending and overdoing things in general, Tuesday was the only night this week that I didn't buy booze for me and TW on the way home. Aside from the fact that constant boozing is not good for the body, the drain on my wallet is also not good. A bottle of prosecco and a bottle of wine these days is about £13, and that's in addition to the money I spend during the day at work on tea and pastries; I shall have to slow down.
I prefer an ascetic life I think, without many possessions. Despite what TW asserts, I am not a hoarder. I've decided that I am going to sell off the majority of my comics, as I'm buggered if I shall ever read them again. So hopefully that will bring in a pound or two during the month. It's just a bit hit and miss whether anyone will want them. I can sit here and value them by myself, but when I put them on eBay that's when reality strikes and I realise they're not worth that much at all. Still, I've got three boxes full, so even if they go for 50p per comic, that's still £150 or so. Which would be nice.
And I am also going to stop drinking. I know I've said it before, but with so many comics to read and shows to watch, I can't be doing with it. I watched two episodes of The Walking Dead last night and I can barely remember what happened. I shall find it hard to stop completely with a bottle of whisky in the cupboard, but let's give it a go, shall we. Even if I limit myself to a double per night, that would get rid of it and prevent me getting stocious. And I'm not getting my running in when I drink in the evenings, so it would be better all round, I think. I've probably chosen the wrong day as we are having two of the girls' friends for a sleepover, but actually if I am in charge of other children, I probably shouldn't be drinking anyway. I guess we'll see; it's an aspiration, aren't we an aspirational nation? At least Labour would have you believe that.
Oh, and politics in the mix as well! I wasn't planning on that! Well, in fact I am going to keep my powder dry for the time being. I just hope that as people see what is happening (and what will happen over the next five years), they start to say to themselves "I didn't want that to happen when I voted Conservative back in 2015". But we'll have to see how it turns out. More to come on that.
TTFN.

Tuesday 15-06-02 Your Train Has Been Delayed

I was up early yesterday  morning, about 05:10. I laid in bed, revelling in  the warmth of  the duvet and putting off the time I had to rejoin the human race. The kids had an INSET day (I'm assured that's how it's supposed to written, in CAPITALS), and TW would be looking after them, so it was like they had an extended weekend, and I was the only one to step back onto the treadmill. TW had even volunteered to look after some of our neighbours' children, but she had advised them that she would still be in bed when they arrived at 08:15. So it was just me getting back into the "routine".
So, I played Candy Crush, and completed my daily challenge on Temple Run 2. I dismissed the idea of going for a run. Then, as it got closer to 06:30, I got up and had a shave. I did intend to get up and iron a shirt too, but the warmth of the duvet prevented me. And my own lethargy. let's not pretend. After all, I did read once in Dune that (as a ruler) if you rule on a subject, you will be forever expected to rule on that subject. And the way I've integrated that into my own life, is that if I ever do anything, I will be forever expected to do that thing. So although it might look like I have adopted the philosophy and the lifestyle of the sloth, I am merely managing other peoples' expectations, and reducing future demands and expectations on my time.
Anyway, time passed, and it was time to get up properly, so I showered, dressed and went downstairs and made myself breakfast. I did consider making myself a chilli wrap, but decided not to, in the interests of getting to work early. And that's when things started to go wrong...
I was considering going into work late yesterday, due to the fact that I had to post a comic off to an eBay buyer. The Post Office doesn't open until 08:30, so getting into Brighton any earlier than 08:20 is a bit silly. But, as I mentioned earlier, the girls were on a day off, and so I made it to the station by 07:39. I looked at the arrivals board and saw that the next train was due at 08:39, so I chuckled to myself and told me that they had got their timezones wrong, or they hadn't taken account of British Summer Time (BST). But then I looked at the announcement below, and it seemed that someone had been hit by a train near Angmering, so actually the times given were correct. Dammit.
Of course I looked on Twitter to see what Southern Railways were saying, and they mentioned that SWT (Southwestern Trains) might be running normally. I normally catch the SWT train from Worthing station at 07:59, so I thought I could probably make it to there by 07:59. I bumped into a work colleague as I walked off West Worthing station and explained the situation, and we walked together to Worthing station.
Worthing was no better; all the trains were delayed. As it was, the first train arrived at about 08:15, It was too crowded for me to get on, so I bid my companion good luck, and I waited for the next train. Five minutes or so later, I was heading eastwards, with my own seat, with my earpods jammed deep in my ear canals, and I travelled to work in comfort. It was only as we drew closer to Brighton that I looked around and realised that my train was as busy, if not more busy, than the previous train which I had refused.
Eventually, after dropping in at the Post Office, I managed to get into the office at 09:15. It was a shitty day, made up of bits and pieces, and my mind was concentrated not on work, but on the person hit by the train at 05:18 this morning.
I have no idea how anyone can get into the state where throwing oneself under a train is the best way out. I can't see that anyone should ever get into the position where they feel they have no-one to talk to, and if people feel that they have no support, I am sorry for that. Flippantly, if I was going to commit suicide, I think Monday morning might be the optimal time because then at least you avoid the treadmill of the week at work. I imagine that the guy worked in London; can you imagine a journey of two hours (from Angmering) to a job you hated, only to spend two hours travelling home again at the end of the day, in order to go to bed and sleep so that you could get up and travel to London the next day? And that's assuming  the guy was of sound mind and not depressed, where these challenges take on disproportionate importance. It may be that the journey had become such a symbol of all that was wrong with the guy's life that he couldn't take it any more. But conversely he must have experienced those days when the trains were disrupted by a jumper. I'm not saying we shouldn't know that someone has decided to end it all, but disrupting the south coast train network for one person is a bit disproportionate.
Anyway, it wasn't me. So that's a plus.

TTFN.

Sunday 15-05-30 Sussex vs Middlesex Friday Night T20

Friday night was another chance to see Sussex in some T20 action. The day had been mostly grey and rainy, but I had faith in the weather forecast, and at ten minutes to four o'clock the rain stopped and the sun started to shine. Work had been a bit of a bind on Friday, so I didn't actually get stuff wrapped up until 5.30pm, and then I headed off to Hove.
I stopped in Tesco and did my usual pre-match stock up, taking advantage of the £3 meal deal, and then walked to the ground. Despite the fact that it was a quarter past six, I was able to get a seat in the third row at the end, in the general area at the Cromwell Road end, which gave me a completely unfettered view of the wicket. I was quite pleased with myself. The only trouble with going to the cricket by yourself, is a slight concern about leaving bags unattended while going to the loo / bar. I don't want to lose my seat, so I don't want to take them with me, but I don't want them to be stolen or taken by an attendant. So when I use the facilities, there is always a slight fear that my bags might not be there when I return. So far, this has been a completely unfounded fear, it has to be said.
Middlesex won the toss and decided to bat first. As it got closer to 7pm, I wandered up to the bar for an ale They had Shark's Ale, obviously brewed specifically for the cricket ground, but unfortunately it didn't taste that great, and so I only had the one pint. I had a second pint in Sussex's innings, Amstel that time, which was more refreshing.
Middlesex got off to a flyer, Dawid Malan and Paul Stirling piled on the runs for them. Stirling got 88, and Malan ended up not out on 115. Eoin Morgan came in at #3 and I was looking forward to seeing him play, but unfortunately he was out first ball - shame. Middlesex ended on 221-2, and it was going to be tricky for Sussex to equal that.
I was glad I took my fleece, because although it was sunny, as soon as the sun disappeared, either behind a tree or a building, the heat went out of the day. After all, it is still May, and so there isn't really any underlying warmth. Bring on July, I say...
Sussex tried, but failed. Luke Wright did well though, he got 91, and when he partnered with Chris Jordan I thought they might be in with a chance. The required rate was 15, but it was sticking at 15, and they were doing well. I had to pop off for a minute though, and when I got back they were both out. It was all over at that stage really, but I stayed another over and saw Beer fall, and that sealed it, it was time to head off.

I do like going to the cricket, regardless of the outcome, although it is nice when Sussex win. It's a combination of things I suppose; the atmosphere, the fact that it's outside, the communal focus on the action, the lack of distractions (i.e., kids, I suppose), the pace of it... Even with T20 and its insistence that an innings take no longer than 1hr 15mins, it is still relaxing. And it was certainly what was required on Friday night after a tough day at work. More to come over the next few weeks about cricket, hopefully better news for Sussex. They're in the bottom half of the table, but with a few good results, they could get back on top.

TTFN.