August 2014: Turning Over A New Leaf

[Sweder]

Sounds a lot like surgery to me.

...or lawn bowls.

[shudder]

See, now, you SAY that, but the most knee pain I've had since this started was playing lawn bowls! Bizarre. Something to do with the crouching action at point of release.
Looks like I might be denied even that simple pleasure ... Thank God I love beer so much.

Lovely day yesterday catching up with the somewhat less Gordo El Gordo and the delightful M in the tranquil surrounds of the Limetree Kitchen.
I even persuaded the great man to turn his head away from QPR's unedifying drubbing at the hands of Spurs and join me for the second half of Lewes Ladies v Plymouth Argyle. We watched the last ten minutes of part one from the sanctity of one of the new corporate beach-huts. EG was kind enough to express pleasant surprise at the standard of sport on offer as the Rookettes sealed an efficient if unremarkable 2-0 win.

One last thought. Sir Richard Attenborough left us last night. His contribution to cinema is legend, as was his humanity, charisma and sense of justice.
Brighton Rock, 10 Rillington Place, A Bridge Too Far, Gandhi, Cry Freedom, all fine bodies of work. We must forgive him his passion for CFC, where he was life president.
RIP, Pinkie.