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a cooling off period…
Well the weekend would have been more wonderful without the endless flipping between air conditioning so brutal that Pingu would have felt at home, and the thirty two degrees outside in the square (where I eventually threw in the towel on the Sunday afternoon and fell asleep in a deckchair under a tree, missing the post-lunch film altogether) and –…
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it’s (already) that time again…
I’m officially (I think) mid forties! I might have been last year, to be fair. I’m not actually sure what the official criteria is. This year I’ve definitely had no opportunity to forget my birthday – beer and Cosmo buffet in York on Saturday, pasta and chocolate gnocchis in the snow on the seafront yesterday and a trip to Manchester…
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one more sleep…
It’s crept up fast! The weeks have flown by, with the snow trying to put in another appearance (although with far less success than at the time of the last post), and I’ve had trips to see the Nutcracker from Covent Garden courtesy of the Stephen Joseph’s streaming programme, my regular trek to Brixton Academy for Gogol Bordello ten days…