Ho Hum

Well I remembered, but South Central weren’t playing ball. There was a power cut at Balham station last night. After a rather inconvenient and uncomfortable detour via the underground I couldn’t buy my ticket because the office was rather understandably shut.

So I ended up in the queue again this morning. Bugger.

That’ll Teach Me

On my way home on Friday night I was reminding myself that I only had to remember one thing this weekend. At some point I needed to pop down to Balham station and get a new monthly ticket as mine had run out. It would save me from the carnage that is the ticket office on a Monday morning (and the first monday of the month to boot).

Can you guess what happens next? From the length of the queue this morning it would have taken somewhere between twenty minutes and half an hour to get served. So I took the quick route of only queueing for five minutes at the ticket machine to get a daily return.

This means that all I need to do is remember to get a new monthly pass on my way home tonight. Which is guaranteed, honest.

Tacky, But

Web quizzes are so last year. I point to this one solely for the edification of the bloke who was my best man and who usually goes by a different moniker around these parts. What decade is your personality living in?

Although I suspect I may be able to guess what answer he comes up with. Matthew? Leave us a comment when you’ve filled it in.

[Courtesy of Steve’s mate Tilesey]

P.S. Go to Tilesey’s blog and leave a comment in support of the Samoans for their RWC match on the 1st of November, he’ll thank you for it. Honest.

Idle Hands

So, SWMBO and No.1 Son went to stay with Granny and Grandad for a couple of days. Faced with such unaccustomed free time, what did I do?

Well, last night I turned the television off and wrote a web application using quixote. They don’t call me the wild man of Balham for nothing. Mainly because they don’t call me the wild man of Balham.

Tonight I’m going to the pub. Which will be nice.

Distraction

My son rolling on the carpet I’ve not got a lot to say, as you’ve probably gathered. So here is a picture of number 1 son "scoring a try".

The eagle eyed will note that the ball he is using has a silver fern on it, meaning it’s New Zealand All Blacks memorabilia. I’d like to apologise for advertising the number one enemy on this page and would like to reassure you, dear reader, that I’m attempting a purge of Stalinist ferocity to remove any non England items from the household. It could be a little tricky with this piece though, as it was a present from Aunty Vikki. I’m sure she will agree that its right for her present to make the ultimate sacrifice though.

Sing Along Now

Who can take a sunrise
Sprinkle it in dew
Cover it in chocolate
and a miracle or two?

The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good

Who can take a rainbow
Wrap it in a sigh
Soak it in the sun
and make a strawberry lemon pie?

The candyman?

The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good

Willy Wonka makes
Everything he bakes
Satisfying and delicious
Talk about your childhood wishes
You can even eat the dishes

Who can take tomorrow
Dip it in a deam
Seperate the sorrow
And collect up all the cream?

The candyman

Willy Wonka can

The candyman can cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good
And the world tastes good cause the candyman thinks it should