So…. a trip abroad, ‘ on holiday ‘ without my family, coming up, starting Sunday. It does feel a little strange, but I guess that it’ll be ok. I hope that the friend coming with me can cope with me ( seriously ). If she can’t, then I’m a bit stuck, let’s face it. I’ll let her win at all the games, and stay sober ( ish ) so that I don’t annoy her.
There’s nothing like testing a friendship than going on holiday together, apparently ? She has the additional pleasure of looking out for me all the time. Fingers crossed then…
On Saturday night, it’s Depeche Mode, in the London Stadium…. a blast from my distance past, but they’re still going strong. The keyboardist, Pete ( or Depeche Mode Pete, as we call ‘im ) lives practically next door, so has offered us backstage passes… which sounds good..
Angela, I loved seeing you last night, and Mike, you too. And thanks to Cherie for joining me down at the river and watching the strangely fascinating man who seemed to have an unnatural way with the local pigeons. I think he’d taken pigeon fancying to a whole new level, but each to his own, I say.