There is endless entertainment to be had from watching the British worker at, erm, work. Here is a delivery being made on Friday afternoon. The tail lift had got stuck...and no end of bouncing up and down by the driver was going to make it work as it should. As you can see, the contents of the pallet are about to make their presence felt all over the man on the ground. This went on for about twenty minutes and was priceless.
By comparison, there was a cost to the rest of our weekend's entertainment...it was a weekend of unadulterated culture for us...and here I am Monday morning, completely exhausted. We spread ourselves across the full spectrum of culture, and the boy will go back to school this morning, 'cultured up', which is no bad thing as it's exam term. Hope he has fewer nightmares than me.
Friday night was Rhod Gilbert - we were taken by friends to the Hammersmith Apollo. It was like facing a German machine gun encampment...and we left feeling that funny as he can be when talking about broken luggage and tog ratings, three hours of being shouted at by an angry Welshman was probably not a good thing. Going home we lost one of our number...hopefully he'll materialise sooner or later.
Saturday we were celebrating Shakespeare's birthday with a trip to Stratford (the boy's face fell when he realised that meant Upon Avon, rather than Home of the 2012 Olympics). Romeo, oh Romeo was top notch - an Apocalypse Now first half kept us going through the second as it hurtled towards its tragic end. Our souvenir is a manga-style version of Othello, which the boy is studying for GCSE...
...and then last night was Star Wars on DVD. No4...the first one. It's not fared well with the passing of time...but perhaps that's because I'm not an aficionado, just a casual observer.
