Gait Analysis

I'm on the bus today on a posh new Red Arrow. The new buses are absolutely massive, the kind someone like U2 would take on a World Tour rather than just for a 15 mile trip down the A52. Clearly somebody is making far too much money. Can we please halve the fares and have something smaller?

I have had some gait analysis. Apparently my left knee and my left leg are pointing in opposite directions or something. So says L, who has been watching me hobble. Personally I think my whole body just points where it likes.

Not only is it Friday, it’s a Lakeland Friday. L is already looking forward to an exciting night of a new audiobook in the car, camping in the rain, OP in the ODG, drunken passion in the tent and cake. Cake? She can't imagine why everyone thinks we're mad. I thought everybody was dead jealous, is that not the case?

The audiobook is Sleep Tight by Rachel Abbott and amazingly just like my current book is a detective story set in Manchester. None of which is painting that fair city in a very good light.

The book is good and keeps us entertained. We pause it briefly to find out that Derby are losing the East Midlands derby 1-0 at half time when we go out of reception. 

When we arrive we have a minor disaster as I flatten the car battery using the headlights to help put the tent up. So we’re going to need a jump start before we can parkrun tomorrow. 

(Friday 6^th November)

A Reunion That Out Reunions All Other Reunions

I take L and Daughter to the station for their 8am train to London. I hope Daughter can stay awake. It’s Glee today, in that big tent thing in London. Not for me thanks.

The boys and I have a busy day at home. We have to, with the park shut for Batman and Robin. We cut the lawn and the hedge. Which I manage to do without cutting through a wasps’ nest this year.

L texts to say she has no need for her carefully planned directions as they simply need to follow the stream of teenage girls to the venue. On the way they stop to sip coffee on London Bridge. Hmmm, alright for some. I’m kicking a ball around the garden. They’re on the margaritas now, not sure if that’s pizza version or cocktail version. If it's the later, it sounds like the lunch budget is already under strain. And a Brazilian... I'm awaiting confirmation on that one.

Then, with the boys asleep, I channel hop to try and get a glimpse of the main attraction at this year's Glastonbury, without success. All I get is replays of a one legged Jessie J, which is no better than the two legged version. There’s not even a glimpse of the legendary Wombles.

Their first gig since 1976 has already been banished to a 2pm slot on the Avalon stage, the preserve of folk like KT Tunstall, after Michael Eavis said he regretted booking them. Eavis does not seem to grasp what a momentous occasion this reunion is. A reunion that out reunions all other reunions. Either that or he’s been leant on by the likes of Bono and Chris Martin who were worried their bands would play to near empty arenas if their sets clashed with the furry legends.

Thankfully there are a few clips on YouTube but nothing on the BBC site yet.



I hope someone got the set list.

Seems they did.

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Oooh Superwomble and The Orinoco Kid, I'd have paid good money for that but oddly no ‘Let's Womble To The Party Tonight’. Come on guys sort it.

What we all want to know now is, are they going to tour? If so, I’m there.

At 10pm I collect L and Daughter from the train station, L brandishing her Glee t-shirt.



A good day apparently, despite the gig, oh apparently even the gig was good.

(Sunday 26th June)