Not a great fan of the Beatles, but I do appreciate this song a little better now that, today, I am 64 years old. I spend it quietly and relax pleasantly. Sheila is in court but has given me two cerebral books; Thom is in Barcelona for the Primavera concert featuring Pulp and has sent some flowers; Louisa has phoned and Tove has sung “Happy Birthday” and Danae, Esme and Rocco made a surprise visit in the evening . So it has been very enjoyable.
BTW I have googled “mike leaman” and been astonished at the number of mike leamans about who are quite similar to myself – ie interested in computers, west country associations, same taste in books, films etc. Of course, as Leamans we may all be genetically connected. I’d quite like to set up a Facebook/Blog whose membership was inclusive of just mike leamans to see how much we had to share. Hmmm?
Julian and Jonathan have a show of short plays and sketches at The Canal Cafe Theatre, in Little Venice and Louisa, Sheila and I go to see them whilst Julian babysits.
Louisa phones to invite me to a picnic with her and Tove and Harper in Claybury Park. This is the home of the asylum closed sometime in the ’80s and now turned into Repton (reptile) Park, home of scum like Jack Tweed – although he was too reptilian even for them and he got thrown out. Claybury Park, though, is wonderful! A huge area of unspoilt woodland with extensive high views over the centre of London and lots of delightful walks. We have a great picnic and a fabulous time.
Repton Park, the area of old hospital buildings, is a gated community which we managed to sneak in, courtesy of Harper and his pushchair making us look like a harmless Repton family wandering around. Amazingly, this gated community has gated communities within itself wherein there are further gated communities wherein there are….but there came a point where even with Harper and his pushchair we couldn’t get any deeper. But a charmless housing estate and lacking in privacy – residents have to sit outside their front door to enjoy an evening BBQ and even have to hang out their washing on the front porch.
There have been a spate of birthdays lately celebrating the advent of 60. Sallyanne had a murder mystery to mark hers. My role was to be a drunken Irish hack but Pete and Michael beat me in the “drunk” part.
Diane’s 6oth was held in the basement of the Little Bay restaurant in Farrington Road. She filled it with 64 friends and family who were raucous, rude and rowdy. Jude and Joel and Diane all gave speeches littered with obscenities and Di rounded the evening off with a singing performance. The Little Bay was as good and reasonably priced as always.