I had a pleasant nice weekend. It was nudie night at the local Swimming baths, so I did steam room, sauna, few lengths of the swimming pool, and bubbly bath thing. Actually, the most notable thing I did was lose my glasses in the cold plunge pool. It’s slightly masochistic, but I quite like coming straight out of the steam room and leaping into the cold plunge pool. I forgot however that my glasses were on my head, and experienced a slightly depressing feeling as I felt them part company with me. I wasn’t sure whether they floated or not (turns out they don’t) and of course, since I wasn’t wearing them, I couldn’t see where they landed. This meant some careful treading about in frighteningly cold water hoping to make contact with them. You’ll be pleased to know I recovered them.
I spent some of yesterday morning on the conservatory roof re-sealing it. We had storm and tempest on Friday and a leak reappeared. Admittedly it was a very severe storm and there was much wind and rain. I sort of want another storm to come along and test it. So far the main roof seems to be staying waterproof after last year’s repair.
Yesterday afternoon I took wife and child to the Plough. It’s just up the road and they do live Jazz every Sunday. It’s crowded and chaotic, fabulous atmosphere. We didn’t stay very long, but it was nice.
And on to other things. Apparently Chris Grayling, the Justice Secretary has denied rumours that the government is considering allowing naturist weddings. Now I have to say, I really don’t understand this. Are we to believe that there is some law somewhere that requires people to be fully clothed before they can be legally married? Because I find that hard to believe. I suspect that British Naturism has asked for some power conduct weddings, like registry offices, but that the nudity aspect is coincidental. In any case, I’m not planning on marrying again, naked or otherwise. I’m pretty sure I concluded that Chris Grayling was a bell end, but I can’t for the life of me remember why.
Gary Glitter is back in court again on child sex abuse charges. He’s so screwed up his life. He must have thought he had everything 40 years ago. Now he’s 70 and his past is coming back to haunt him. It makes you wonder if super successful people somehow come to think of themselves as bullet proof. Maybe there is no such thing as successful. Maybe there is only lucky. Maybe everyone gets the roughly the same amount of luck, but distribution over a lifetime is random, and Gary got all his before he was 35.
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