After nearly a year on
the CPAP machine there's no denying I sleep a lot better than I used
to, but I stil sometimes have bad nights. I suppose most people do.
Last night was a bad one. despite being rather late to bed I was
still wide awake shortly after 4am, and (for want of anything
better to do) up and solving geo-puzzles at 5am.
I then watched a little
telly. "Secret Diary of a Call Girl" is always
entertaining. Despite Billie Piper running round in the nip, today's
installment was most memorable for the mobile phones. It's only when
you see them on the telly that you realise how fast the technology
moves on. The show was quite dated by the old Nokia phone.
And then seeing how it
was still only 6.30am I put on an episode of "Are You Being
Served" in which Mr Granger was lax with his timekeeping,
and Captain Peacock squealed him up to Mr Rumbold.
As I drove to work I
listened to the news. There was talk of the latest
Star Wars film and even rumours of a new blockbuster
Hollywood Doctor Who film. It rather saddened me that as a
life-long sci-fi geek neither really enthused me. Star Wars was
always lame, and Doctor Who has been done to death over the last few
years.
There is so little sci-fi
that is original; it's all re-makes.
I got petrol for the car;
it was getting low. Co-incidentally there had been a discussion on
the radio only a few minutes previously about how the falling
international oil prices hadn't actually been reflected at the petrol
pumps. Market forces go out the window where falling profits are
concerned.
Work was work; and at
lunchtime I had a disappointingly dull sax practice. No one called me
an inspiration. No one cried. No one danced. I just make a noise and
then went back to work for the afternoon.
I came home, got changed
and went off for a night on the beer in Folkestone. Whilst waiting
for Jason at the railway station I (quite literally) nearly
bumped into who I am sure was Nigel Farage who arrogantly marched out
of the station, surveyed the scene and drove off in a taxi.
By chance we mett Matt on
the train, and bandied insults as we went to Folkestone Central. From
there Jason found his first geocache and we wentt on to the Firkin
for beer and cheese. Usually a really good place to drink; tonight it
was heaving with the masses. We didn't stay long; we went on to
Chambers where we met up with Stevey. Chambers bar is usually a good
place for a drink; since when have they had door staff?
Our thhird port of call
was the Guildhall. For years it has been on the Folkestone list; on
our last visit the landlord told us he was retiring and new people
were coming in March. As I was having a tiddle in their facilities a
Dutch chap was whinging about how he didn't like the new owners.
They seemed friendly enough to me.
Another pint and a
pickled egg in Kipps, and then on for a kebab. There were soldiers of
dubious gender in the kebab shop. Jimbo didn't want to mess with
them; personally i would have been up for it.
As luck would have it we
got the last train home with only a minute to spare.
#wantmorekebab
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