Falling Down

The Boy finished his summer exams today, which is a relief to us all. Amazing how the stress permeates even those of us that don't sit in the exam hall.

This week, we went to see the Divine Comedy...music that I've enjoyed, but not quite got round to buying at any stage. Anyway, the lovely gentle Irishman was a delight, and the whole evening was enhanced by our surroundings. I took some pictures:





And you can see more (and better) here.

Wilton's is evidently the world's oldest Music Hall and it's a sheer delight. Worth visiting just to have a gander...and it has a lovely bar too. It's just off Cable Street...and provided shelter from Oswald Mosley's fascists during the Battle of Cable Street. For me this is living, breathing history, and something to be savoured. Here's a mural from just down the road which I tried to capture, but the architecture didn't really help.




Tonight, we are dining in the open on top of a multi-storey car park in the middle of Europe's largest building site.....

Creatures for Tara's Gallery

Well I wonder what everyone will be contributing to Tara's Gallery today...it's always fascinating to see, and this is a topic that can be interpreted in all sorts of ways...

... for my entry in this week's gallery, I present a couple of creatures, nay beasts. Eye-catching graffiti the size of a house on my way home. They're not Bansky's, but aren't they beautiful? I spotted them on the way home from work - they must have taken ages to paint, and have a real artistic merit to them. I absolutely love them, and they liven up an otherwise uninteresting road....

It comes round just once a year....

I keep meaning to mention that I've added a Twitter feed...not sure why, but I have. At the moment I'm just putting links to the post, but if I can ever work out how to use it properly, I might venture into putting mini-posts up there in between the proper one. I think the link is http://twitter.com/Bradstockboy

...Dad's Day of course...and I was delighted to be brought breakfast in bed. This is a notable occasion. This was not just any breakfast, this was a Fifteen year old's take on breakfast:

Poached eggs on toast - yippee
Coffee - yippee
Bucks Fizz - yippee
Chocolate - yippee....


and


and


wait for it


Samosa - erm yip erm ee!

The samosa had been perfectly warmed by thirty seconds in the microwave, and was pretty much all that was left of the day before's haul. It had been Sports Day at the school, and given the summer showers, and wintry gales, the Parents Association Indian food stall hadn't done too well. So samosas which started off at 50p each were soon reduced to four for a pound. We took twenty. Half an hour after we got home three were left. Teenagers are hungry beasts after a day of sporting prowess.

Anyway the breakfast was more than welcome and appreciated. I was also showered with gifts - a sword straight from the four musketeers for use on the barbecue.



And two rolls of loo paper. Not just any loo paper though. One roll is printed with 'Brain training' challenges. I'm not sure whether you're supposed to use it - before or afterwards. And the second was glow in the dark. It mentions that the glow in the dark stuff is not dangerous, but may wipe off. So potentially I get up in the middle of the night and return to bed with green glowing nether regions.


It's a picture I wouldn't want to wish on anyone.