Mayday
A May Day holiday here in the good old UK like some welcome fossil of socialism.
This just as well as after the previous day spent drinking with a cast of thousands I felt rather groggy. First Matie came to collect Lorraine and I and we three went for a slow but large breakfast at Bill's, complete with live yogurt and rhubarb smoothies.
Then I went off to Boots for eyedrops to combat a childscaringly sore eye. Lorraine went home and First Matie and I hung about for a while drinking tea, before she zoomed back to London.
While I was going about the business of the day, just down the road there was a fighty May Day protest of people making trouble in Brighton. This on the pretext of there is an Arms Factory a couple of miles away. Some of the trouble was literally down the road from me. Some blogger me. I was oblivious to it all.
Then later in the afternoon met Matty and Craig again, and two pals of Matty's Richard and John. The other three left and Matt and I had a few cheeky final beers in the Bricklayer's Arms discussing Twitter and people, and the rightness of beer before Matty set off home back to the smoke.
A quiet night in reading books with Lorraine who stayed over. I'm reading The Missing Persons Guide To Love by Susanna Jones. An excellent title, and a strangely hypnotic style. Susanna is one of the people who was at the writers' night I went to recently. I'll have to let her know how much I'm enjoying her book.
A May Day holiday here in the good old UK like some welcome fossil of socialism.
This just as well as after the previous day spent drinking with a cast of thousands I felt rather groggy. First Matie came to collect Lorraine and I and we three went for a slow but large breakfast at Bill's, complete with live yogurt and rhubarb smoothies.
Then I went off to Boots for eyedrops to combat a childscaringly sore eye. Lorraine went home and First Matie and I hung about for a while drinking tea, before she zoomed back to London.
While I was going about the business of the day, just down the road there was a fighty May Day protest of people making trouble in Brighton. This on the pretext of there is an Arms Factory a couple of miles away. Some of the trouble was literally down the road from me. Some blogger me. I was oblivious to it all.
Then later in the afternoon met Matty and Craig again, and two pals of Matty's Richard and John. The other three left and Matt and I had a few cheeky final beers in the Bricklayer's Arms discussing Twitter and people, and the rightness of beer before Matty set off home back to the smoke.
A quiet night in reading books with Lorraine who stayed over. I'm reading The Missing Persons Guide To Love by Susanna Jones. An excellent title, and a strangely hypnotic style. Susanna is one of the people who was at the writers' night I went to recently. I'll have to let her know how much I'm enjoying her book.
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