Well, we're not quite there yet
25.07.2012 20 °C
We haven't left these hallowed shores yet but Jill and I are very, very excited. I've just finished work and so it's a massive thank you to everyone at Stanchester who made my few years there such a beautiful experience. I shall miss you all but I promise we'll be in touch forthwith. In the meantime, Daisy, Nick, Teresa, Vicki and myself had a splendid time at Taunton watching the 20-20 between Somerset and Essex. Plenty of good heckling but if that bloke behind us mentions just once more that he's got to be at the skittles by 7.00pm there'll be trouble. That bloke was not funny. In any way. However, I feel ever more confident that cricket can be introduced to Ho Chi Minh City and before long we'll be challenging Afghanistan and the Netherlands in the minor, minor, minor leagues. Where's my bat? Let me just practise a couple of square cuts on that bloke behind us. Literally. Elsewhere, we're packing everything up and it's all going in storage. Somewhere. No one knows where though. Especially Jill and I. If anyone sees a load of dodgy CDs, a few butterfly ticking books, a tin of ticket stubs (including the mighty Lone Justice at the Marquee, and The Bangles at the Bristol Bierkeller) and a book of banana stickers ... they're ours so please hang on to them for a couple of years or so. Thank you. We're also busy burning CDs (legally). We're up to Robbie Fulks and The Fat Lady Sings but most of the Ipod appears to have been taken over by a certain B. Bragg. A little bit of Burton Bradstock is clearly coming to Vietnam with us. Next blog will be in a few days time when someone has done a runner with all our stuff and we're left with two Berghaus bags of possessions. Sleeping rough. With a polystyrene cup in front of us. Being chased by the Rozzers. A bit like the Tapas group at Stanchester.