Well that was a rarity. An actual proper day off. Not a day when I was meant to be working, but didn't do any work, but a day where I didn't have to do any writing and didn't have a gig and I could sleep in and then go out and have some fun.
So I did those two things.
I woke up at midday and then drove my hire car across town for Sunday roast in a lovely pub. My new diet starts today, but as I didn't eat very much else apart from that (and had chicken) that wasn't too naughty. Then we thought we'd try to work off some of the roast potatoes and headed to Regent's Park, but there was an icy wind that felt like it had come straight down from the Arctic nipping at any exposed skin (and I had come out without a jumper, let alone any gloves - and a balaclava was required), so that didn't last too long.
Then we drank coffee and played Scrabble - best word "patinas" for 73 and then crossed the road to see if there was anything about to start at the cinema. The only choice was Valkyrie, but I quite wanted to see that, because I have always been fascinated by the story of
Stauffenberg and also I was keen to discover whether his plot to kill Hitler would be successful. I hoped so. I hate Hitler and someone has to stop him.
I was a bit concerned about having to watch Tom Cruise all the way through a film, but actually he wasn't bad and I even forgot it was him at some points. I won't spoil the end for you, but let's just say there's room for a sequel, although one of the kids will have t get Hitler in revenge for their dad.... ooops. I am not sure that it's entirely accurate in terms of how far the conspiracy progressed, but a quick looks through wikipedia shows that many of the incidents that the film portrays actually happened. Hitler was very lucky. Hopefully everyone who has a toothbrush moustache will enjoy the same good fortune.
London had turned into a winter wonderland on our exit from the cinema and my hire car was covered in snow. Someone had written "Hi" on my windscreen. Which was reminiscent of the old school social networking that was available to us in the 70s. Messages in the snow was all we had. Many of them written with piss.
It's not so different than the internet really.
It used to snow a lot more in the 70s though. It's a real rarity, especially in London it seems and it was magical and slightly scary to drive home with frozen water flurrying towards me. All I was worried about was being snowed in tomorrow and not being able to return the car to the hire place in time. I have to get up well early, because I am on the 6Music Breakfast show. And I am trying to take the car in before that. It's gonna be an early start. Unless the snow carries on coming. Let's see.
Of course if you were my friend on Twitter then you'd know most of this already. It certainly makes it easier for me to remember what I've been up to in the day.
Or if you lived next door to me, because I urinated most of this information into the snow before bedtime.
