At this time of year I tend to watch a lot of Eurosport with the cycling tours and the French open tennis. This year my fun is being completely ruined, not just by an execrable dhl advert that is going to ensure Coldplays yellow is playing in my head on constant repeat, but also by a surprisingly infuriating Renault advert doing a funny take on “It’s the most wonderful time of the year”. Quite shocked by how wrong it feels whenever it comes on.
I was up with the birds this morning. No, literally. We heard a kerfuffle downstairs at around 5.30, and it turns out the cats were chasing a sparrow around our living room. Thankfully it wasn’t hurt too badly, and we kicked the cats out, opened the window and it flew away, hopefully to lead a long and happy life. There’s nothing like a bit of drama to start your day.
Anyway, I’m in the office since it’s a Wednesday. I’m overhearing some colleagues talking about bands they’re going to see. Could there be some like minded people at work?!?!
No. Of course not. The first is getting excited about the Kaiser Chiefs playing. The other said that his next gig was Bastille in Margate, then the first said about how their best friend had flown (because of the train strikes) to Manchester to see Coldplay and how jealous they were.
I’m in the security queue at Berlin Brandenburg. Learning first hand why this airport is a national disgrace, it’s really bad. Nothing works, and the layout creates huge open unused spaces, then tiny enclosed very crowded bottlenecks.
Will be back in the UK soon, where everything famously works very well.