The Time Bubble

What an awesome night out I had in Bicester last Sunday - significantly better than many of the ones I had when I was actually living there. I think this is one benefit of moving around - you make new friends wherever you go but the ones you made where you were before welcome you back with open arms when you return. The pessimist in me might suggest that people were only so pleased to see me because having been absent for almost two years they might have forgotten what a pain in the arse I am! The optimist in me hopes that's not the case and I am not actually one of those people who gets gets described as "alright in small doses" behind their back. I'm sure there is an element of absence making the heart grow fonder but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I had chosen this particular Sunday to revisit my old stamping ground after receiving an invitation to a Christening. My friends, Anne and Mark, had recently had a new baby, something that in itself had been ...

It's Saturday night, I am not working due to various mix-ups but to be honest I'm enjoying the time off. I love nostalgic and cheesy TV. Most modern shows and movies require a fair bit of concentration, older stuff less so. Sometimes, when you don't want to be intellectually challenged, you want simple, old-fashioned cheap slapstick humour, you can't beat throwing on an old program or film from yesteryear. I'm watching a 1973 movie, "Holiday On The Buses". Most of you will know this film, it's been shown on bank holidays on ITV practically every year since it's release. It's dated, predictable, and I love it. From a simpler world, the one that I grew up in.  Claire went out at 6pm on her Christmas do, and will doubtless be crashing back in soon in an advanced state of inebriance. Not to worry - the kids are away, so we've a licence to drink! I'm sat here with a nice bottle of vino. Next to me on the sofa, snoozing away, is Lynda. ...