Rumours....

.... of the demise of this correspondent and his associated Blogosphere ramblings are greatly exaggerated. As are many things, and often by me for my own arrogant reputation ; but this time it's just down to busyness. Is that actually a word? Well, it is now. When stuff happens, I'm too busy doing other stuff to sit down and think of what to write about it, and when I do have notes, there's another ten things to do first and you lose your thoughts and blah blah blah, yakkety schmackety, you get my drift. For instance, from where I'm sat I can see within two feet of me at least two really serious things that need to be sorted Pretty Damned Quick, and there's no way I'm going to be able to sort them until Thursday, due to Bank Holidays and meetings that are Three Line Whips (if you're American or under the age of thirty, this is a political thing, not an ice cream); there is a lot of this about at the moment.

For example, did I mention that I saw the Vulcan fly AGAIN the other week? Hundred and eleven foot wingspan bomber buzzing straight over my head? And this time it worked properly, no naughty malfunctioning wheel door this time. AND it was just down the road at my local field, CBY. You'd think that'd be newsworthy, wouldn't you? Oh yes, got the timing right this time; thought about my shooting location, the shot I wanted to get. Of course, what I didn't take into account was the fact that the thing is about two and a half tons lighter than it used to be, lightly loaded with fuel and has four brand spanking new engines that haven't even been anywhere NEAR full power yet, so when it shot up in the air, it did it about half a runway before I expected it too, and was over eight hundred feet and climbing by the time it got to me, and the light was totally in the wrong direction anyway. But it was fun, non the less. A couple of weeks ago now. And I forgot to post something like THESE? Well, not forgot. But you get the idea.... Yes, that IS a giant teddy bear in the bomb aimers window.

Anyway. I am just back from inpromptu sofa sleep, and before that I was at work, and immediately before that I was on the road for about five hours coming back from falling over and pulling muscles in my clutch leg, and prior to that being at a friends wedding which is always a funky place to be, even if you're a grouchy old relationship grouch like me (free booze), which I MAY relate added details at some point (apart from to confirm that that having the night porters alsation growl at your head while you twitch and breakdance on the ground trying to work out if your calf muscle is just battered and bruised, or indeed has popped a hamstring is an experience that is lacking in fun). And I may not, depending upon if I can stay awake for more than ten minutes at a time....