A plan is "That which is changed"

Well, it looks as if my planned visit to Yorkieland to drink all their beer at tomorrow's beer festival is going to go to hell, as it transpires that an old and valued buddy is popping into town from afar on business; and it's way more necessary to meet up for a small beer and a bite to eat instead. Sorry North Yorkshire, another time. Probably not a bad thing, for as much as I love the scene, the scenery and the festival in question, money's going to be tight this month and I already have way more commitment than wedge available. Hey ho.

It's been a busy week, wheels wise... it was either "go plane spotting or do the housework" so naturally I charged up the bosscam, stuck the big lens on and went for it. Two largely unproductive afternoons at Donna Nook (should I rename that Hellbitch Nook?), and one quite productive time spent at Coningsby watching the zoomies later, I have the following contribution to make to the environmental debate, nay protest on the roof of the Commons regarding the new runway at Heathrow....

"Heat is good".

Or "Screw you hippy"; to paraphrase that well known fictional voice of reason, E. Cartman esq. Do you think that I too could become a disgusting workshy soapdodger, and that the government will give me benefits so that I can be an arrogant, overeducated prick for whom laws don't apply so long as I can jam my views down other people's throats? I don't see why I have to have live TV coverage beamed into my home of this middle class noise nuisance in London when there's a perfectly good one down the road at the airfield, and the fire brigade at the House of Commons are just dying for a little extra high pressure hose practise...

Anyway's up, the day at the airfield was far from wasted, with four new frames for my collection, popped in to see a buddy on the way home who unexpectedly fed me for my troubles, which was way above and beyond the call of duty, and all round nice.

So onto the Health Nazi's. Yes, they got me in their gym. Yes, they made me run round and around. Yes, they took blood pressure and heart rate, lots. But I've not been lectured and patronised yet, and as they've found out, there actually isn't really very much that they can complain about anyway (apart from maybe my support for the local brewing industry); they're encouraging me to get back on the wheel, which is no bad thing as it's pretty much where I wanted to be anyway. No more cripple treatment please.