Tuesday 17 July 2007

Friday the 13th to Tuesday


Since am sans a certain cable to connect camera to computer for photo recovery, will go ahead and write and then insert pictures later. Notice shall be given when this happens. This does not affect your statutory rights as a reader.

Friday the 13th

Had day off! Hoorah!

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is the first HP film that I have liked on the first viewing. In my humble opinion, it does quite good justice to the book and was well-directed.

Companions seemed to enjoy and approve as well -- E thinks it blows HP4 out of water, Sarah was happy, and although a little bit of grumbling seemed to be emanating from the Mat section, I think he enjoyed it, too (although approval of things is generally not the image he likes to cultivate). There are no pictures from this outing.

Evening, E and I trooped out to Thetford for concert. This was more challenging than I had planned for and it was an adventure involving £30 worth of taxis (grrrr), although we had quite a good time. Headliners were M People -- this is an early 90s band, and I don't really think they made it big in the States as much as here, although I think I recognise some of their songs. People either love them or hate them. It was a fun outing. Concert venue was Thetford Forest (which is actually in Brandon, 8 miles away, hence the need for taxis) and is funding initiative for Forestry Commission. Crowd was over 4000 and was good fun being out of doors. However, as did not know exact nature of venue, was not exactly as prepared as I like to be -- next time, we will have chairs, blankets, and plastic cups to go with our picnic. Umbrellas were confiscated at the gate (well, actually, you could check them, but it was still dramatically stupid).

Saturday
Demonstrated inanely difficult journey to pet store to Eamonn. Bought filters. E brought to pet store attention lack of replacements for products they sell, so I should have some Biofoam soon.

Toodled by train to Sheringham for the North Norfolk Beer Festival on The Poppy Line. It was actually held on the platform of the train station and was cram-packed!

There were no souvenir glasses left, but we stalked the glass-seller guy until some were turned back in to be recycled and we bought those (hoorah for souvenir glasses!). There were probably 100 different beers from local and regional brewers.



There was a Skiffle band. This was highly entertaining
as: a) their name was the Ugly Dog Skiffle Combo, b) the bass was black and white checked, c) they played music that is at every Louisiana outdoor festival (e.g., Hank Williams songs and Creedence and such like), and d) they played Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavour on the Bedpost Overnight? by Lonnie Dunnegan-- this made me laugh out loud. How do I know this song?
This is the Station Master watching the skiffle band.


Toodled into town and got some fish from the fish vendor and sat on beach. Rocks hurt your feet. I was attacked by a wave whilst trying to wade in very civilised manner. Had to console self with ice cream before we met Clem and Richard back on the platform...


(...will have to finish this later, as the person who wanted writing done has now summoned Kneece and self from Glenroy Street into civil society... hmph.)

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