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Have spent a fair bit of time on Twitter recently. I'm possibly addicted. But I thought it was about time I emptied my brain out completely, so here goes...

Spent an entertaining 5 days over the Bank Holiday weekend working at a Craft Fair in Henley. It would be fair to say that working in a tent with Nigel, Neil and Paul is always a laugh. Even after many years, I always assume it's the last time we'll all work together and am always surprised when we turn up again the following year. This season, Neil wore bin bags for socks, his girlfriend's trousers and a ladies cardigan. Metrosexual would be an understatement. Our employers put us up in a B&B and fed us too. Here's the evidence....

And yes, that is the sauce and a bit of cucumber just waiting for some shredded duck. There were some interesting female rowers in the Chinese restaurant that night. One of them should lay of the steroids a bit. Her 'tache would have made Freddie Mercury feel inadequate...

We should be at another Craft Fair this coming weekend in Kent, but due to lack of sales and some competition, it's been decided that we're not required. Shame.

In other Jenwis news, we were at my big brother's wedding on Friday. We travelled down to sunny Burford on Thursday and stayed the night at the Travelodge. Everything worked fine and it was the quietest hotel I have ever stayed in. It did however have the following notice on the wall above the bath...


Really?! I was going to try running on the spot, or possibly attempting to do the splits. My God, there must be some REALLY, spectacularly stupid people in the world if we need notices to warn us that smooth surfaces are slippery if there's water on them.

The following night we stayed in the posh £110 a night hotel the wedding was at. Loo didn't flush properly and the tight gits didn't even manage a teensy bar of soap. And the TV didn't get BBC News 24. I need my daily dose of the theme tune just before the hour... beep (de dum dum) beep (de dum dum) beep...

And so to the allotment spot. Finally finished cutting all the pathways down and have begun removing the rotting wood and concrete surrounds to the beds. Also had an apple from our tree yesterday. It was sharper than a naked wander through a scissor factory. Maybe need to wait a few more days, then?

It's looking more like an allotment and less like a scene from Tarzan....


Good news! It's only a few days until the Italian GP! And even less until we find out what the FIA thought about Ferrariareacheatingbunchofgits-gate. Suspended ban I reckon.

Finally tracked down a copy of the 95 album by Kindred Spirit, who were the blonde one out of the Bangles and the lead singer from River City People. Splendid.

Started my new Marketing job today. When I arrived, my computer had been removed. Still, they're overrated, aren't they. All I need is my wit, cunning, dry humour and a pencil.

I'm screwed.

(Hmmmm. Listening to some seriously old Blues by Arthur 'Big Boy' Crudup. Not sure if I like it all that much. Why was he called 'big boy'? Don't answer that)

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