Lazing on a sunny afternoon
A largely quiet week at Cosmic Mansions which ended well with the warmest weekend of the year so far which meant mowing the lawn and a certain amount of reading of newspapers on a lounger in the sun.
Friday saw the final episode of Ashes to Ashes on BBC. I stuck with A2A through three series and enjoyed it, but the final series was the best of the three and the final episode was beautifully judged. Although the show stood on its own feet, in some respects it reminded me of the best of Twin Peaks in that it was not afraid to get weird and especially it did not patronise its audience by trying to be too expository. It told a story and, for the most part, left it to the audience’s intelligence and imagination to work out what was going on.
And A2A and its predecessor Life on Mars gave rise to some great characters, especially the iconic Gene Hunt about whom both series revolved.
On Saturday Mons Meg toured Rose Street. Thanks to a tweak to my neck a couple of weeks ago which still hasn’t quite settled down I was Tommying rather than dancing. It was a lovely night to be out too and as you might expect the place was heaving with nights out, Stag Nights and Hen Parties which all added to the jollity of the occasion.
It was a good night but not, for me, as good as other we have done even though we completed nine dances during the evening. On a really good tour I have a feeling that we build a kind of momentum and the the tour takes on a life of its own in a strange bubble which describes an eccentric orbit around the real world (a bit life Ashes to Ashes now I come to think of it). I didn’t get that feeling on Saturday. There are a number of reasons for that which need to be looked at, but the early part of the evening didn’t get into its stride because so many pubs had football on the telly (European Champions’ League final).
Has there ever, incidentally, been a worse notion than to have TVs in pubs showing continuous sports? They completely kill atmosphere stone dead as conversation and relationships take a back seat to glassy eyed staring at the box of tricks on the wall.
Last night things took a turn for the worse: I left work feeling that I had a sore throat coming on but kept it together to cycle down to Trina’s where we were practicing last night. Unfortunately, part way there I moved in towards the kerb to keep out of the way of cars and in the process the front wheel clipped the kerb, throwing me off the bike. Aside from some bumps and bruises, I have a particularly unpleasant graze on my left side just above my waist band from which gravel had to be cleaned. And by the time I got home later the sore throat had emerged as a really heavy cold – stinging eyes, stuffed up nose and general crappy feeling was the order of the night.
So this morning I was sore, stuffed up and very tired. Oh Joy.
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