Monday 7 November 2011

Monday 7th November 2011

And so Saturday drizzled on and on. The rest of the country was bathed in bright autumnal sunshine, but East Kent was under a low dark cloud and we got wet.

In the afternoon, I sat down to watch the game on TV, and then once that had finished I switched to the radio to listen to the main batch of games. Sadly, City could not carry on their fine run of results, and gave away two cheap goals, and yet rallying in the 2nd half, lost 3-2 to Villa. Reminds me of the headline in The People after the 1975 League Cup Final; Aston Villa, Canary Killer. It still hurts it does.

At a quarter to seven we set off once again for Folkestone and the Quarterhouse to see another show. This time it was Barry Cryer in conversation. We arrived ten minutes before showtime, and settled down in the same seats as the night before.

Who is Barry Cryer? Well, he is a comic and writer who has spent his whole life in showbiz, and has worked and written with all the comic greats of the last 50 years; Bob Hope, Morecombe and Wise, Tony Hancock and so on. He has appeared on the Ed Sullivan show when it was a huge deal, and is one of the mainstays of the long running antidote to quiz shows, ‘I’m Sorry I haven’t a Clue’. He was accompanied on stage by Colin Sales, also from ‘Clue’ and it was rather wonderful; gentle but wonderful.

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At one point we did join in ‘singing one song to the tune of another’; The Laughing Policeman’ to the tune of the ‘Dambuster’s March’; it works so very well.

And then it was time to head back home, by this time the fireworks had mostly been let off, and it was a quiet journey back.

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Sunday was more of the same; dark and drizzly for most of the day. After breakfast we went out for a walk in the woods for another hunt for fungi. And as before there were very few. That is despite it being wet and rainy for most of the week. Maybe next week? We shall see. We walked through a deepening layer of golden leaves, already starting to decompose; I snapped a few things, but as we walked the rain fell heavily, and we returned to the car and then back home for an early lunch.

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That afternoon I watched yet another game on TV; Wolves v Wigan, and if ever there was a game between two relegation-threatened teams, this was it. Very little skill but lots of huffing and puffing. The home ground growing ever more anxious but Wolves getting two late goals to win 3-1.

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Time then to watch ‘Frozen Planet’ before putting the beef in the oven for Sunday dinner.

Not very exciting, but it’ll do. Maybe next week we shall venture further that Waldershare if the weather allows.

Before then I am off to sunny Denmark to head office. I hope to return on Saturday with tales of Vikings and pickled herring.

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