Hmm, as I'm so bored, I've just taken a look over a few past blogs. On the 7th April I mentioned having just missed Let It Be by the Four Scousers (a not so modern beat combo, m'lord). I now have a copy - the power of blogging, eh? Or perhaps, just the power of moaning loud enough. Anyway, I enjoyed watching it (even if it is pirated - which I strongly suspect) but it brought home the fact that I'm not surprised Sir Paul and Lady Ringo are so against it being released. It certainly is NOT flattering to the memory of the Beatles. But then, who cares? I still listen to them. I must admit to not being their number one fan but I still have the entire collection on CD - and, therefore, my iPod. Much of it is naive and some of it (whisper, whisper) is almost un-listenable at times. Er, where was I? Oh yes . . . actually, I just wanted to catch up and say that I now have a serviceable copy of the film on dvd.
Multitasking, then, that was mentioned earlier. Dinner was "Chicken Skewers with Bulgar Wheat and Corn Salad". As the whole of tonight's meal consisted of me and third born, it was pleasant to be told that tonight's dinner was deemed, "cool" and that he prefers bulgar wheat to cous cous. A little victory there, then. Last night I dined alone as Mrs Dave is in London for her marking conference (keep up at the back). I actually managed to barbecue a mackerel (marinated in rosemary and chili oil) before Dr Who started AND I managed to watch the England match (astonished readers may here take a few minutes to recover). It is well-known that as a Grammar School boy who never learned to play football that I am rather naive in the ways of "footy". Still, I personally will not pour scores of opprobrium on the goalie - we all make mistakes.
Oh my god, don't we?