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Any notions of going on a full scale tour are pointless as I am basically unable to function the day after a gig. But maybe if I stayed away from home I’d be able to sleep in and let Catie deal with the ill kids alone, so it might be less exhausting.
Anyway, it’s December now, so I am trying to make good on my resolution to take it easy. I watched telly with the boy again and walked the dog and listened to Kindred by Rebecca Wragg Sykes which is an absolutely fascinating book about Neanderthals (as well as the incredible things we’re able to know about them due to painstaking archaeology). Hopefully one day we’ll find one frozen in a block of ice and be able to bring them back to life. It seems a shame that this smart and stocky hominid has gone, but it turns out they needed to eat something like 7000 calories a day to keep going, so they might eat all our food.
Catie and me went into town to go to the Taskmaster wrap party (for series 10-15). London seemed crazily busy with people walking in the street and, on the way back, someone insisting on continually beeping their horn (maybe in celebration of the football or maybe because they were a dick or possibly both). It was very distracting. A cyclist nearly crashed into a car ahead of us and I think that might have been due to the noise. Then on Tottenham Court Road everything went down to one lane, with a traffic light system set up. Unfortunately the traffic light had been placed halfway up the single lane and the cars in front of us hadn’t spotted the sign telling them to wait before the single lane. So they had driven up and were in a stand off with the vehicles trying to come the other way. No one seemed to want to back down (or more pertinently back up) and the idiot in the car behind us kept beeping his fucking horn.
We waited patiently and eventually the cars in the wrong (on our side) managed to move over far enough to let the other traffic through. A man on a moped was laughing at my annoyed face and told me that this was all my fault. He said it a few times, so I started to think he meant it, but then he laughed and told me he was joking. It was a weird joke. But it was a weird night. And it’s a weird city.
Earlier we’d walked through Soho and I’d thought about how 30 years ago I’d quite regularly socialised down these streets. I don’t remember loads about it, because, like seemingly everyone else failing to share the pavements, I was pretty drunk most of the time. I’d like to apologise to all the 55 year old people that I got in the way of back then with my selfish actions. Sadly all those people are 85 now and probably dead, but they were also probably dicks when they were 25 and never said sorry to the people who were 55 sixty years ago, so I am not going to lose any sleep over it.
I have put
some more exciting items up on eBay including a RHLSTP Rubik’s cube, limited edition stone clearing stuff and otherwise sold out Fist of Fun DVDs. AND another RHLSTP notebook. The money raised will go towards bringing you more podcast entertainment!
