Chalfont St Giles

Chalfont St Giles, the Green. And Milton's cottage is up the street to the right.

Chalfont St Giles, the Green. And Milton's cottage is up the street to the right.

St Mary the Virgin, Denham

St Mary the Virgin, Denham

After a week out of action with a puncture and a wonky rear wheel my bike is back on the road.

I’m having a hair-raisingly expensive pot of tea and a cookie in “The Deli” – not the capital of India – in Chalfont St Giles – and, no, I’m not talking about haemorrhoids.

It’s just down the road from Milton’s cottage, as it happens. Now the museum there was closed and I didn’t pick up a copy of “Paradise Lost” (though I’m sure I’ll be able to find the text on the Internet). What I did pick up was a paperback edition of “Vet in a Spin” by James Herriot, withdrawn from the local library.

So now I’ve got a souvenir of Chalfont St Giles, I’m going to jump on my bike and whizz off to Denham and Uxbridge…

Saturday night

“Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night,
Dance until the morning light…”

That’s a song that has never had any appeal for me. For one thing I can’t dance and I’ve never really wanted to. I’ve never been very social let alone a party person. Given the choice between a night out with friends and a night in all alone, I would choose the latter every time.

For the better part of two years now I’ve been going to bed well after midnight – strange behaviour, you’ll think, for a man with little or no social life – and that’s not really healthy. But tonight is the third night in a row I’ve retired before 10pm. I’ve always held that the night time is for sleeping, so that’s what I should be doing.

And so to bed…

2-4-6-8…

I didn’t feel like singing that old Tom Robinson Band song as Reuben and I drove from Hackney to Leatherhead yesterday afternoon. The rain was absolutely pelting down for nearly all of our journey. We spent an hour and a half crawling through rush-hour traffic in east and south-east London and our journey around the M25 was not made any better by moronic motorists…

Oh, and Reuben, it’s against the law to use your mobile phone whilst driving.

This experience has reminded me of how lucky I am. I don’t drive and I don’t need to drive and I hope I never do. I could never be bothered to run a car. Bicycles are expensive enough. And I’m sure you’ll agree with me that there are far too many cars on the roads anyway.

Well, at least there’s no sign of rain today. Still pretty cold and windy, though…

Am I boring?

This might seem to be quite an inconsequential entry but I feel I have to post it. For the first time in years I have an alarm clock.

The clock in question is a mechanical travel clock 9cm by 6cm. It had a light originally but I can’t get it to work.

It’s just like the one I bought from Argos in Belfast on February 14th 1987. But I got this one from the Prideaux House charity shop in Hackney for 50p (where I do some unpublicized work for charity every Saturday).

Little old-fashioned travel clocks like this are darn hard to find, even in London, so you can imagine how pleased I was when this trinket practically fell into my lap and how eagerly I snapped it up.

My new home?

So, I’m in a new place to post my blogs.  It seems poor old MSN couldn’t handle the sheer volume of blogs anymore.  So here I am at WordPress, a brand spanking new domain with a much classier interface than old MSN.

I hoope I’ll still be able to post from my mobile phone…

Commonwealth Games

The World Cup 2010 was anticipated with much excitement but it was ruined by massed vuvuzela horns and a lousy final.

By contrast with the Commonwealth Games in India, things were still not fully organised until the opening ceremony.

People thought the whole event would be a farce.

But what followed was 11 days of great competition and camaraderie and not the merest hint of a doping scandal. Let’s hope the London 2012 Olympics are just as good!