H three over four equals…
After a lengthy run at work, followed by a couple of days of illness, I’m now on a week off with the family. This is good, obviously, but will require some careful negotiations if I am to get out on the buses this week.
These talks are ongoing and we’re all hopeful of a positive conclusion.
In the meantime, we went to see ‘Mr Men Live’ at Epsom Playhouse yesterday and as I tweeted, it was like watching four X-Factor rejects take a big, fat shit all over my childhood. It was an abortion of a production, with only two Mr Men involved, no storytelling, and four enthusiastic, but horrible young singers screeching their way through songs that 3 year-olds will never have heard.
One of them even referenced ‘Glee’, as if that is what three-year-olds are watching. Anyway, we cleansed our souls with a reading of Mr Greedy when we got home. On the walk back to the car, we were pondering over these things, and what they were for.
When I was young, I would cycle around the north Norfolk town where I grew up and make a note of the numbers on all these things around town. Early signs of geekhood there. I also used to write all the numberplates down in any parked cars, making a note of the model and colour of the car. Anyway, I’ve forgotten what these yellow jobbies are for. Something to do with water, right?
Must dash, we’ve got a date with the cinema in Sutton at 11am for some horrendous live action/cartoon hybrid. I’ll let you know how those negotiations go…
