For many years I worked at police headquarters on the side of County Hall and that meant firstly driving there on the inner ring road and then via the southern bypass when it was built.
Yesterday the other threequarters and friend were on their way to London for the day and I took them to Norwich Station to catch the 8.30 am train. So off we flew (not literally of course) along the Southern Bypass and round by County Hall, past Carrow Road Football Ground on onto the railway station.
No real hold-ups but a lot of traffic and on the other carriageway of the southern bypass was a broken down lorry with considerable tailbacks starting. So I needed to work out another route home and so took the inner ring road, avoiding the A11 which I felt might be snarled up. Worked my way along a warren of back roads just as the schools were going in for the day. It's on occasions like this that I'm glad I know the highways and byways of Norwich, but I was very glad to get home.
Popped down to the library ahead of going with friend John to Dereham for a lunch with members of the Le Paradis Commemoration Group to talk some more about our book on Le Paradis Massacre and how we will sell it and promote it once we actually have it in physical format. We are awaiting for the corrections from a professional proof reader before finishing it off and taking things from there.
I'm afraid I weakened and had the steak and kidney and mushroom suet puddin (never have the g on that) for dinner. Suet puddin always reminds me of my mother. She would cook blistering steak and kidney suet puddin for lunch, and just when you were full, she would come up with an apple suet puddin with custard for afters/puddin/dessert. There was nothing better than an apple puddin puddin.
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On the way to Dereham, friend John told me that he had been in touch with Tommy Titt who had told him about the Conservative Manifesto which is on sale in a posh folder and which is a must have accessory for everyone. Apparently it comes under the heading of The Emperor's New Clothes strategy (no I didn't understand that either and I may have got it wrong).
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I still can't come to terms with podcasts. I have listened to a few but usually lose interest after a few minutes and some of them are so amateur. I tried to listen to one last night. It was entitled The Beautiful Game and was obviously about football. I expected an in depth look at the game but primarily listened because it had an interview with former Norwich player Todd Cantwell about how his time with Norwich went sour and how he was badly mistreated.
I put up with it for about ten minutes and then just gave up, A meaningful and insightful look at the world of a professional football this wasn't. It was a trite load of rubbish led by two guys who called everyone Bruv. Todd got so wrapped up in things that he started calling everyone Bruv. There was some hysterical laughter and lots more talks about Bruv. I gave up well before the end.
I've tried other podcasts but just can't get on with them. I know I've asked for recommendations before but does anyone really like podcasts?
I keep asking myself at what age should I give up all this nonsense? There has to be a point where nobody wants to read my dribblings anymore and where I should be doing more sensible things like sleeping or drinking beer.
I would hate people to say "look at that silly old foo making an idiot of himself, " What's that you say you already are saying this.
You will be upset to hear that I have no intention of giving up just yet though. There is much more rubbish to write and books to complete.
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Horrified that Hemsby on the Norfolk coastline doesn't qualify for Government grants to save homes collapsing over the cliff.
"The people who make all the decisions don't live here," one local resident said and you have have to feel for them when you hear of the amount of money wasted by the Government on HS2 and other schemes.
Today's blog is all over the place so please excuse the bits and pieces of this waffle. Read yesterday that the daytime Soap "Doctors" is being dropped at the end of next year. It's one of the few programmes I enjoy and I will be sorry when it's ended. Its a shame that other soaps such as Eastenders don't come to an end.
I saw yesterday that Amazon may be delivering goods via drones. I can just imagine a parcel being dumped on the back lawn and being smashed and left for days in the rain. Of course that wont happen or will it?