Hanging Around *

Hanging around with nothing much to do is kind of what I'm doing this evening. Boredom sets in quickly after a lovely weekend like the one I just had. JJ and I didn't set foot out the door on Saturday as we had one of those days and evenings indoors, with no responsibilities or cares. We did decide to venture out on Sunday afternoon, with a walk around Spitalfields (not knowing that the main area of the market is being refurbished at the moment) followed by a rather lovely Mexican meal in Covent Garden. Then it was a bit of a dash to make the pub quiz. Didn't do too badly as our 47 points was only five behind the winners. We were fourth out of about 12 teams. Monday was a wee bit of shopping followed by a drink in the rather strange surroundings of Waxy O'Connors in Chinatown. Then it was "bye bye JJ" - sob, sob, sob.

Btw, I can feel another rant coming on about journalists. Let me just point out two non-stories from the Guardian.

1. Last Friday, the Guardian had the cheek to declare that they had delivered an "exclusive" earlier in the week by stating that Beckham would not make the England squad. Now, for fuck sake, did anyone think he was going to make Capello's squad, considering he hasn't played football for over two months and that, since the turn of the year he has done no football training but has rather spent time on a Unicef mission in Sierra Leone followed by sunning himself on a Rio beach?

2. On Saturday, the Guardian splashed over its front page the fact that Tony Blair was going to become EU President. So, him sounding out some mates took up first half of the piece, but this was followed by the fact that France, Germany, Portugal, Spain, Luxembourg and other countries would not give him their support. They would have been as well saying that Bill Cash was going to become EU President - it would have as much basis of truth as the story they did print!

* Stranglers