A Guy About Town - 7 days later

It pains me to say it, but my GAT project was an unmitigated disaster.

With it being reading week, I didn't do very much, so prepare to perhaps be a bit bored.

On Monday I returned from my little jaunt to Chelmsford. It was of course great to see all my buddies again, and it made me want to go back a bit more (offers of food and a bed will be gratefully received!)
The train was fine but I had to get 4 tubes to get home, as the first train from King's Cross stopped at Golders Green, the next one at Colindale then finally a train that went to Burnt Oak.

Tuesday was the day I had an argument with a man in an electronics shop. My new handheld PC doesn't work properly, and when I tried to take it back the man got angry and said that I couldn't return it because I had no grounds to. Band was the usual fun and frolics, and I did of course the usual "Timpy Magic" (you see the joke there?)

Wednesday was work, which was dull, apart from the man on the tube who literally dived off the train when he nearly missed the stop. If you need a demonstration, ask next time you see me.

Thursday was my lazy day, spent watching "Friends" and stuff. It was also the day on which I did the token amount of reading. It was reading week after all! Songster practice was not overly exciting, apart from a couple of difficult and old songs.

Friday, beginning of a typical Rink weekend, did not compare to the rest of the week. It was the start of a "jolly, jolly" time.

We went to Chili's for a birthday meal for Becca Whitmore but had to wait 1 yonk for them to find a table. The food was pretty good, but it took ages to arrive and was quite expensive. However the banter was good and much fun was had with the little silver stars Lizzie B brought.

Saturday was another lazy day, though I did do a bit of mate spotting on the Lord Mayor's Show and The Festival of Remembrance.

Sunday was meetings and a long march from the Rinky to the Cenotaph and back. I was on the front with my purty white gloves (freshly bleached!) but was berated by the ladies who were marching with me for taking steps that were too long. Allegedly they couldn't keep up, but to be fair, it was marching in steps of about 6 inches. At my pace and step we could have done in it 20 minutes but what can you do...

If I think of anything funny in the next couple of days, I'll let you know!

Magic