“On Tuesday, a footbridge under construction near the Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium, the main Games venue, collapsed injuring 27 workers, five of them seriously. On Wednesday, a section of ceiling at the weightlifting venue fell in, but Indian officials said it was a minor problem and “not something to be worried about”.”—Yep, roofs falling in are nothing to be concerned about… Anyone else laughing at the fact that it’s the roof of the weightlifting area that collapsed though?
…is usually worth it. It was just last week that Shotgun and I made a one-word plan (the word in question being “pub”), which then turned into a mini driving adventure across the Cotswolds, as he decided that another trip to one of the two remaining pubs in town that we frequent just wasn’t going to cut it. Instead, he suggested a country pub up in the hills, that he had visited just the once a few years beforehand - The Mount Inn, up in Stanton. With nothing but his vague recollections of the directions, his wonderful mix-CD for singing along to (in my case, for singing off-key to), and the cheatingratherIknow GoogleMaps in my phone, we found our way up there in time for a couple of drinks on the terrace, before moving inside for dinner when it all got a bit too autumnal and chilly outside. The terrace looks out across the valley, so we were watching a rainstorm move across the horizon, all lit in the colours of the rather glorious sunset. I’d forgotten too just how pretty the little villages around there are, all golden stone and quaint front doors, and proper chimneys. I think as far catch-up evenings in the pub go, it was up there with the best of them, and definitely worth the distance!
Ok, so I didn’t have the idyllic time there that I’d envisaged, but I do get to brag a bit that we topped the college league table, for the first time in our 400 year history, and did so with a record high score… Doing it in style, eh?
Not really news anymore, but hey. Everyone who’s anyone knows it’s me really.
Personally I agree with the Top Gear people - it is pretty bad form on his part. Ok maybe there could be wage issues in there, but honestly, I can’t imagine that the BBC didn’t anticipate that, and so wouldn’t have just ignored the issue in the hope that it went away. Ah well. Looking forward to the Neon Pink Stig next series!
Well, is it cruel or kind Not to speak my mind, And to lie to you Rather than hurt you? Well, I’ll confess all of my sins After several large gins, But still I’ll hide from you, And hide what’s inside from you.
And alarm bells ring When you say your heart still sings When you’re with me, Oh darling, please forgive me
But I no longer hear the music, Oh no no no no no
And all the memories of the pubs And the clubs and the drugs and the tubs We shared together Will stay with me forever
But all the highs and the lows And the to’s and the fro’s, They left me dizzy, Oh darling, please forgive me
Well I no longer hear
The music when the lights go out, Love goes cold in the shades of doubt, The strange fate in my mind is all too clear. Music when the lights come on, The girl I thought I knew has gone And with her my heart it disappeared
And all the memories of the fights and nights And the blue lights and all the kites We flew together, I thought they’d fly forever