Ad Infinitum

With a salami sausage in one hand and four little oatcakes in the other it’s a little tricky writing this blog, but here goes anyway.
I have just come in from The National Theatre.
A memorial evening for Ken Campbell.
The great and the good turned up, paid their fiver, took their seats at 7.30 and laughed and clapped until 11.30 when the last of us left. Leaving behind memories, old friends and a very expensive cap in row J.
A huge picture of Ken presided over the proceedings.

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22.21 Sunday Night.
I am ashamed to say that the weekend is now ‘Strictly Come Howsyourfather’ then more rubbish with ‘X Factor’.
The weather was so lovely this weekend,but still the old git and meself had to go shopping in TWells to buy a new dehumidifier, however lovely the weather is the cellar smelt like a shitake farm.
We bought the last De Longhi humidifier from ‘Comet’ on the industrial estate.
After a coffee and egg mayo sandwich in the sun, opposite the new butchers on The High Street, we drove home. Jim fixed up the new machine and I set about organising everything around it. I had watched a film about a stairway in Sweden that has been made into a piano. More than 66% of people are dancing up the piano rather than use the escalator, old, young, fat, thin, single or paired it seems we all like running up and down the scale. The Swedes are changing peoples habits with fun.

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I met up with Nick Thorogood, quite by chance at The Ivy. He was there with his partner, an ex-teacher and a publisher.
I perched on the arm of his hair, snaffled his olives – his partner said nothing -and chewed over old times.
Mr. T was responsible for the relaunching of my career, a huge amount of fun and creating the fabulous ‘Good Food Live’.
When my date turned up I continued to hug Nick’s seat – his partner didn’t bat an eyelid – popped in a couple of his nuts, spicy cashews, and then left to talk over supper.

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I took the 4.15 train to Hastings, Jim met me at Tunbridge Wells station. We had intended doing the Friday night curry thing but in the event I was still husky and hoarse and the first thing that called when I entered the cottage were my pyjamas.
Cancelled all of Saturday, after buying yet more remedies for my ailing body. Jim and I bought supper from the farmers market and spent the rest of the afternoon reading and sleeping in the garden.
Saturday night is now taken up with ‘Strictly Come Prancing’ and The ‘L’ Factor, recording and channel hopping, which is why it’s become the Hell factor. Did you read the Beeb could be fined for re-scheduling Saturday night. As always the public suffer when decisions are made behind closed doors.

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