The War on Buddleia

Sunday and Lorraine and I up and working in the back garden. I made war on buddleia pruning a big stand of the stuff near the summer house harshly.  I hope buddleia don't hold grudges. Then worked on uprooting a huge bush. An exhausting struggle, with me having to leave off with the bush victorious. It isn't over.   

At lunchtime we collected Adele and Patrick and drove off to Newhaven where we had a decent Sunday roast in the Hope Inn which overlooks the mouth of Newhaven Harbour.  Patrick and Adele are great company. Adele has another show in the Crypt, where some of her glass will be based on the striped legs on the Duke of York's cinema. Patrick told us the story about a gig his band Polar Moon played, when they were supporting U2, when the nascent supergroup played a gig in Ballina in the west of Ireland. Apparently, the locals unimpressed by the attitude of these Dubliners who fancied themselves, the crowd were shouting for local band Polar Moon fifteen minutes into the U2 gig, and there was scuffling and liveliness, which you can read about here. Pleasant to be sitting with friends looking out at the carpark, heaps of aggregate and the harbour, and boys fishing in the sun.

Gruelling TV this evening as Lorraine and I watched the last episode of the first season of Happy Valley. It is brilliant TV but hard going. An episode of Star Trek, even with Borgs, feels like settling into a comfy sofa afterwards.