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Everyday is Like Sunday

I found myself returning to the genius of Morrissey today. I am sure I mentioned before how he manages to hit the proverbial nail on the head each time. Well done that man.

As usual when there is a test match on, I have invested many hours this weekend in supporting England. (Even if just by TV viewing - Birmingham is a long way). Some more superb performances and England go two up in the series. Flintoff, Giles and Trescothick to name just three. That's 8 from 9 now, keep it up. My only complaint is that in all the hours previously invested and being forced to miss the conclusion due to work - this time they finish on the Sunday!

Went to see the West Country, tea drinking, musical Hobbit and his mate last night - very entertaining. I am proud to discover Herne Bay is exciting enough to have a bar for those with 'alternative lifestyle choices' Who needs Brighton eh? ;)

Today I attemped to continue my supermarket crusade ...so got up and headed off in search of an ASDA - Sorry to disappoint you lovely readers, but I can not fill you in on the wonders of the chain as it was closed for refurbishment. They knew I was coming and decided to pull their socks up I reckon :) I am most disappointed as Anthony reminded me of chicken noises when he visited today. And about the young guy that turned it off when I pressed it last time :(

Silence is an odd thing - you can say you are sorry until you are blue in the face and mean it - but still it remains silent. It is sad. People make mistakes :(