I cycled to Whitton yesterday (over 18 kilometres in the saddle), and had a couple of pints in the newly refurbished Admiral Nelson with a few of the boys before they went off to see the Harlequins demolish Ulster.
Then I wandered up the High Street with Bondy and paid for my place (and that of the Bomber) in next year's skiing trip to Kitzbühel.
After that I went back to the pub for a few more drinks with a few more mates, then got a cab home early in the evening (with the bike in the boot) and watched Kate Williams (late of this parish) floating around presenting a one hour BBC Timewatch special on ‘Young Victoria’ on BBC 2. She remains as easy on the eye as I remember.
Andrew Sullivan: The blogosphere has added a whole new idiom to the act of writing and has introduced an entirely new generation to nonfiction. It has enabled writers to write out loud in ways never seen or understood before. And yet it has exposed a hunger and need for traditional writing that, in the age of television’s dominance, had seemed on the wane.
Myself: Not here it hasn't mate.