Administrative Marathon

This week I go to cycling for the first time in a month and for the first time in a long while without my Dad. Which means I’m also without a scotch egg and a pint of Dark Drake at the Exeter afterwards. Instead, I go round to visit him and to share a bottle of beer. 

On Tuesday I’m at the match on my own as evening games are just going to be too difficult to get my Dad to. However, as I’d already swapped seats into the wheelchair spots, and can’t swap back, I watch the match against Gary Rowett’s Oxford from there. It’s 0-0 draw. 

L does an administrative marathon in Derby on Wednesday – getting a death certificate, lunch and meeting the funeral celebrant. I do dog training via a visit to my Dad. 

Friday’s away match at QPR is on Sky so I go over and watch it with my Dad. It is the first match for John Eustace, the new manager who has only been in charge for a day, and they lose 4-0. Not a great start. 

We are on the parkrun tourist trail again on Saturday and we head to Black Rocks which is between Cromford and Wirksworth. Afterwards we get breakfast in Cromford. Then it’s the Plough in the evening, of course. 

We see a film at Broadway on Sunday after getting first in Pho. The film we see is September 5. 

This is the story of the hostages taken by the Black September group at the 1972 Munich Olympics and the subsequent massacre that happened. Yet it is shown from the viewpoint of ABC TV’s sports crew, who by chance found themselves in sole charge of broadcasting the event to the world. It is a great insight to not just what happened behind the scenes but also to the technology, or lack of it, available at the time in a film that is uninhibited by the politics of the occasion. 

 

 (Sunday 16^th February)