And it blew up!

Yes, the Hindenberg is the subject of a rather long documentary on telly tonight.

What did you think I was talking about.

Shame on you!

I find airships fascinating. I mean, what a mad idea.

"Lets cralw about the sky taking weeks to get anywhere, in a huge container of flamable gas, lets have a smoking room, lets be comfortable and have drinkies as we chug along in a huge bomb. Come on everyone! It'll be fun!"

So this "Drama documentary" is on from 09.00 till 11.00 or something. About the length of time it would have taken the Hindenberg to travel its own length in a light wind, but I will give it a look.

And it has nothing to do with the phallic symbolism of it all.

Hmmmm, wonder if paddy will be watching.

On Saturday I was standing outside in the sun having a crafty ciggie when I heard the sound of approaching Aero engines. Two of them in fact, deep sonorous sounding and coming from high behind the trees to my left.

And then they appeared - A Spitfire in the lead with a Hurricane in formation on its wing, they banked to the left and did a long turn, passing high over the church in front of me as they did, light reflecting off their wings as they moved through the clear blue sky.

We saw then agian off in the distance fifteen minutes later as we walked through the park, still in formation and going round again, looking great.

On Sunday Mr S read out a story from a paper that said a Hurricane from the Battle of Britain flight had crashed at an airshow, diving into the ground for no apparent reason.

I hope it was not the one that we saw.

Right.

Last night I had a very nice meal. I thought it tasted fantastic and would eat it again any time.

But some people find the main ingredient of the meal a total turn off and would run screaming from the room if asked to so much as watch someone eating it.

What did I have?

Liver and bacon with mashed potatos and some peas.

Personally I love liver.

But what about you? Which side of the liver debate are you on?

Vegetarians need not bother preaching replying

Our bosses boss is in today, along with her boss (which makes her the bosses bosses boss I suppose) so we are all looking like an efficiant hard working team.

Ahem.

When I came back in from having a ciggie, Top Boss woman was standing next to our desks doing that "connecting with the team" bullshit that they feel they have to do for some reason.

"So no one has any juicey gossip to tell us then?"

She was saying as I strolled up to my desk. Everyone shrugged.

"Nothing at all? what a pity" Said she all smiles.

Then the little demon appeared on my shoulder and said unto me "go on. DO IT!" so I said to her, with my face a total blank.

"Well I've got a spot in an embarrasing position if you want to talk about that."

Coffee was spat. Giggles were supressed. Work mates smiled and shook their heads in a "There he goes again" sort of way.

"Erm, yes. Well that could be a little too much information there Nick but thanks for sharing."

Well she started it.

As you know we took Sarah to St Albans on Saturday to see some of the roman relics and have a picnic. The site of the old Roman city is now a very nice park, and as Mr S was trying to tell Sarah about the romans he was constantly thrown off track by Sarah squeeling "OH look at that doggie! He's soooo cute!" and "Ah baby duckies!" and so on. Still we did try to tell her some edjamacational stuff.

When I got home on Sunday there was an "arrangement" of fruit and veg picked from our garden laid out on a little plate, that Sarah had done. She had laid four Pears on their sides and arranged them in a cross with on pear standing up in the centre, and filled in the quadrants with some little tomatoes.

I looked at this pattern and had the feeling I had seen it somewhere before. Then it clicked.

"Sarah, this pattern you have made"

"Eh?"

"Is this supposed to be the pattern of the big tiles on that Roman floor we saw yesterday?"

"Yep. I did it from memory"

So some culture got through to her then.

This months Guitarist has a feature on my favourite form of electric guitar - The Les Paul!

A nice big shot of one on the cover and loads more inside.

I think I will go down to the Angel at lunch time and sit and lick the cover!

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Les Paul guitars.

I think I need help.

Or a bigger bank balance.

Another week here at the temple of pointless boredom. Well it's not exactly pointless because they pay me money - so that would be the point, but you know what I mean.

Looking foreward to Wednesday. hehehehe.

And in a way, not.

In other news, a report just in from the "too much information" desk - A badger appears to have crawled up my rear end and died, judging from the smell. I personally blame Mr S's fish stew that we had on Saturday night, and the pan fried salmon with garlic we had on Sunday. Which could explain why S&F opened all the windows in the house on Sunday morning. Hmmmm.

Excuse me in advance.

And no matter what I say, DONT pull my finger.