I looked out of my bedroom window this morning and saw someone stealing my garden gate. I was going to remonstrate with the little bugger but I was worried that he might take offence.
I should really have run today but… but I didn’t. It must be nerves. The big match — Brighton v QPR — starts in half an hour and I need to get over to the pub to watch it on Sky TV.
Something that amused me today: describing someone slightly eccentric as “E6” — one stop short of Barking.
(That will mystify foreigners, but I can’t hang around to explain. The match beckons…)
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Post-mortem: terrible game, terrible performance. Lost 2-1. Fortunately I’d put £30 on Brighton win so at least I’ve recouped something from the evening.
