Sunday.

Last night was ineresting - I went to a meet up with the crew that run the parties at the Masonic - but ended up getting torn between appointments ( oh - the giddy social whirl etc ). being pathologically incapable to arrive late for anything, I got to The Dripping Well at exactly 8pm - there were only a handful of old men at the bar - it was like 'The Slaughtered Lamb' -  I took my pint upstairs to the other room. The pub smelt strongly of sour beer and yeast, the result of dirty pipes. Everyone started arriving at 8.30 - and I had to leave at 9pm, in fact the main body arrived at exactly the same time that I was leaving - which was awkward and uncomfortable for me. I would have preferred to stay. I had been invited to my neighbours birthday barbeque, which I wasn't keen on ( I loathe barbies ) - but she had changed the arrangements at the last moment because it threatened rain - and decided to go have the party The Dolphin where a band was playing, and I'd said I would go, and arranged to meet someone. As it turned out - the fuckers didn't turn up - I bet they had the barbie at home as planned with me out of the way. To make it worse, Joanna fell over the hem of her full length dress and there was blood everywhere from a huge gash on her knee - good thing I'm no squeamish. However - she is good company so it wasn't the end of the world.

A group of men in their late 20's and early 30's were sat around the table in the Cinq Ports with a very expensive digital SLR and several iPads - randomly taking pictures or each other and looking at them on the screen - laughing hysterically... there was a time when they would have had to do with playing cards or having conversations.

Nothing really interesting on the news - not having a telly is bliss - things like Eurovision, soap opera and 'event' telly no longer register - Its as if I've been released from the hell of piss poor popular culture.

It's another staggeringly lovely day.... when will this end?