Breakable lights and breakable people!

It is Sunday night, so it must be time for my post-army weekly roundup of stuff!

Yesterday I spent the day with Richard and we went out to see a bit of old London Town. We had a jolly nice time, visiting my college and the British Museum, where the Biblical exhibition doesn't open til 3pm, thus a long wait if you want to see it.

We dined at a nice joint in Trocadero, where I managed to head-butt and break the light over our table. Our waitress, Jana, was exceedingly observant and helpful by chipping in "It's dark!" Well done, you really do astound me!

We jollied back home and tried to get tickets for "The Incredibles" at Camden. They had lots left so we went down, only to discover it was sold out! Not very helpful!

Today was Army day, which meant the usual banter and jollility. But there was cause for great hilarity for some and pain for others during the afternoon.

While we were singing a song, Megs took it upon herself to help Jonny by playing the triangle with the cymbal sticks. Unfortunately she isn't very good at either playing or aiming. The few times she hit the triangle weren't too bad but the one time she missed wasn't so good.

Sadly (for some people) the next thing after the triangle was my body, more specifically a sensitive bit. The next few minutes were filled entirely by tears. I was in tears of pain, while the rest of the row were in tears of laughter.

So I will go through this week with a bruised head and a bruised... (ego?)

Mr Tim