To be honest I was gasping to get back to England for me summer hols ever since the blast furnace weather showed up a couple of week back. It wasn't just that though, the Spanish celebrations at winning the World Cup had a strange effect on me. Don't get me wrong, I think they were the best team in it and were worthy winners and all that but all those fireworks, thunderflashes and honking of horns were great - for the first half dozen hours, but In the end I just stood at my open window propped up on my elbows rather like a German paratrooper caught up in V.E Day.
No such problems with the heat here in Blackpool then, was in the "Philharmonic Club" the other night and accosted by a bloke from Sheffield in an alarming long white cardigan with a hood on. Apart from doing Mavis Riley from Coronation Street impressions for no apparent reason he also felt obliged to tell me of his journey to Blackpool from the day previously. "Aye, - we allus come to Blackpool, me and Arnold, have done for 30 year, never have a problem getting ere. Then this year we had a Sat Nav fitted to't car and got lost! The voice just stopped talking like! Arnold went mad, I said it were nowt to do wi me! - said "All I know Arnold, is that we're 17 minutes away from where we should be, - that's it - What a bloody carry on!" And so it went on, and on........
Conversation with girlfriend yesterday: She says, "Is that a sty on your eye there? Me: "No, I don't think so, I can't feel anything, and anyway you only get them when you're a kid don't you?" She angrily replies "No, of course not, you get them when you get run over!" (Think she meant "run down") - She's half Spanish you know.
