w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"This boy wouldn't mind the pain;
Would always feel the same
If this boy gets you back again."

The Beatles: "This boy"

Hello me beauties. Long time?

Friay saw us pegging (inevitably?) towards Pompey again, having mopped up the mess from a failed washing machine spinner and in the sure knowledge we'll be needing to acquire one of these pdq.

The trip to said hometown - inter alia - was to visit our favourite pub-rock venue to see/hear the tribute band The Silver Beatles. Mein host being very quick on the draw with his website, the link to the band has already been deleted and I've been totally unable to trace any website of their own?

But for six quid a head, they were damn fine entertainment. Almost as much as the inebriate outside when we left, barfing profusely while being watched by his heavily-racked girlyfriend.

"I don't remember eating that?" mused Ol' Sparky as we passed by.

"Neiver did 'ee" added the girly.

And so on Saturday we drownded some King Rag* to no avail, but were joined by several like-minded masoch1sts like this old boy here, braving the elements.

Mad. All mad.

In the evening, beverages were consumed until we drifted off to the comedy of one Billy Connolly.

Even the cat kipped.

All in all, a damn fine time and thanks again, Mr and Mrs Buddy1.

*Harold = Harold Tate** = bait

** I have absolutely no idea who he is either?

Labels: Angling, cattage, Giggage