England have done us proud (except our captain and number three batsman failed to score yet again…) and, miracle of miracles, Forest won their opening game of the season in the Findus Crispy Pancake League.
Add to that a day at the seaside complete with fish and chips and champagne, and it’s officially a corker.
If ever England had a chance against the Aussies, it’s now. McGrath is injured, the sun shone all day while they posted a pretty decent total of four hundred-odd on a good wicket, and immediately the tenth wicket fell, it started chucking it down. We’ll have a lovely overcast start today, and hopefully Hoggard and Flintoff will be skittling them out. I tell you what, though, Vaughan had better start making some runs soon. Captain or no captain, a number 3 batsman has got to stick around in the middle.
We were in town at lunchtime doing a spot of shopping for E’s birthday and I tell you what, I came away with bucketloads of sympathy for the lasses who work the cosmetics stands in Boots. Good grief - as if having to get dolled up to the nines every morning and enduring the constant wiff of overpowering mixed perfumes (something where I’m sure if it was in another setting it would be classed as an industrial hazard and result in the issue of gas masks*) wasn’t enough, they’ve also got another peril to contend with.
The Lighthouse Family was wafting down from speakers in the ceiling. Bad enough, goodness knows. But no, that’s not enough. Competing with that, they also have godforsaken pan-pipe desperados WITH A CHUFFING P.A. right outside their door spewing out their version of “My Heart Will Go On”.
Actually, I’d like to say that they not only have my sympathy, they have my admiration. The perfume sellers, not the Andeans. That much provocation would have turned me into an axe-murderer by now, and as far as I know, none of them has cracked yet.
*Establishments staffed solely by women wearing gas masks would likely attract a somewhat small but doubtless ardent clientele…
A top night it was last night, playing poker with the footy blokes. Up to our usual standard in all respects: a two-kebab occasion, no less. Hurty head in the morning, but that’s par for the course. Excellent hosting from Dino, and a truly effete forfeit drink for the late antes and bum deals: Creme de Framboise. Ick.
One of us has to remember an iPod and a cable next time, though. We had just the one CD on repeat all goddam night, and if I ever hear “Mi Tierra” by Gloria Estefan again it will be too soon.
Who could stand the pace and who couldn’t? You decide…
“S seor, s seor, es mi son…”
Start Slide Show with PicLens Lite
You know the Larson cartoon with the two astronomers next to a telescope? They see a brick wall through it, and one says to the other “Well, that’s it. We found the edge of the Universe. Let’s go home” or something like that. Well, unbelievably, I just did the same, sort of:
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For any geek who’s interested in the structure of a web page they’re looking at, try Aardvark. (You are using Firefox, aren’t you?). It rocks. Once turned on, you can roll the pointer over an element to see the bounding box, the type and the CSS class and/or id, if any. Also you can see the source, muck about with widths, turn off elements and so on. Very nifty - well worth a look.
