w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Most of the crew (and a few partners) went to see “We will rock you” last night – some for the second (or even third) time. No-one came away unsatisfied.

Scaramouche and Meatloaf remained constant stars in the firmament, but the cast changes involving Figaro Galileo and Britney definitely provided an intriguing twist to the plot. Great entertainment, if you haven’t been to see it.

Then sat waiting to leave London Bridge. The train driver brightly regaled us with stories of destinations we might visit, if they managed to acquire the other half of the necessary crew?

“Calling at East Croydon, the Eiffel Tower*, Gracelands**” he intoned, before, twenty minutes later, "You might as well get off and find another train”.

So we all regrouped, then decamped at cosmopolitan East Croydon, where we stood like an incongruous gathering of Christmas carollers who’d forgotten the words to the songs – stunned into catatonia by the hour and the appalling lack of service.

Fortunately, Mrs.D. had parked The Motor near to the station, so we were spared the final trek back to our cot this morning. Where we learned that NoD has finally landed a job – with, unselfishly, a lead from her new employer to an even better one?

2.00 a.m. to bed, then the alarm sounding off at 6.00 a.m.

* I may have drifted off at this point
** Like EAP himself, by now I’d lost the will to live