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I missed the parade today because I was on a train on the West Coast main line. Having watched every game of the world cup I’m a little dis-chuffed that I couldn’t join in the celebration and applaud the best team in the world.

Even worse, on a personal front, is that I’ll be back on the West Coast main line tomorrow, with a quick day trip from London to Accrington. Total travel time? Oooo, about nine hours.

Bloggage will be light for the next week or so. In reverse order, next Sunday I’ll be in Birmingham attending a Stuffies gig, the night before I shall be at Chez Lewis baby sitting, on Friday I’ll be at the company Christmas lunch (so watch out for alcohol induced blogging on Friday night) and for the next few days I’ll be in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

I probably won’t get a chance to get near the intarweb during all of this time so enjoy yourselves whilst I’m gone and let me know what you’re up to in the comments.

This entry is mainly for the 70’s throwback, everyone else can just surf on by.

The new Francis Dunnery DVD will be in the stores in time for Christmas. I mentioned this to SWMBO and her response was, in summary, "I will buy it for you when hell freezes over". So it looks like I will have to source a copy myself.

My descent into middle age continues apace. There is a one day sale today at all of the House of Fraser stores in the UK. Faced with discounts across their entire range what did I buy?

Why, a saucepan of course. Not for me the delights of designer clothes, scents or consumer goods. Or even leaving the store and wasting my money on partying, going to all night raves and hanging out with the hip crowd. No sirree, these days I save my pennies and buy Anolon pans at twenty percent off. I may as well ask for a pipe and a nice pair of slippers for Christmas.

Its enough to depress a chap. Luckily I have a cure, I can take all of the money I’ve saved to Amazon and spend it on some quality sounds.

Steve Meacham you are a gentleman and a scholar. Here’s hoping the chaps in white stand up tomorrow morning and show the world what a damn fine bunch they are.

Swing low, sweet chariot.

Update: Winners!

A little amusement while waiting for a World Cup final – 15 reasons why the Wallabies still suck.

A spot on bit of satire, especially the references to Chris "Buddha" Handy and having as much charisma as a park bench.

Don’t worry folks, a story involving me, the boy, one of her majesty’s warships and an inordinate amount of poo is coming soon. Honest.

Its not that I object to the man or his policies, although I do. Its just that I object to the police shutting down various portions of my city just because he has come to visit. George, little brother is watching you.

All of which probably makes me ‘listerine’.

[Courtesy of Ben Hammersley]

Mr Blunkett is introducing ID cards. As I’ve mentioned previously, this is a bunch of arse. For a more considered, but still comedic, slant on the story I suggest you pop over to the London News Review journal.

Here’s hoping the project goes as well as some other government IT initiatives.

Thats it, I’m voting monster raving loony party next time.

I didn’t really want to mention this, because initially I thought it was tasteless. But time gives everything a rosy glow, and I think that two days is long enough in this case. So, here we go;

In reporting on this news on Friday, the venerable currant bun used the headline – "You’ve Lost that Living Feeling"

Oh dear.

I have recently acquired some rather nice, rather German, pans. I am now officially the king of the omelette. I suspect that its a sign of growing maturity, but I do appreciate a bit of quality cookware these days.

On a slight tangent, this weekend I shall mostly be cooking Glazed Bacon-wrapped Pork Sausages with Crispy Cheese Potato Skins. We are off to visit the International Man of Tax and his brood, who we get to accompany to the village bonfire and fireworks. Afterwards we shall be retiring chez Lewis where I shall whip up this little feast-ette and everyone will marvel at my culinary expertise.

Oh, and there will be rugby.