No really rain, just chuff off.

I can’t express enough, my utter delight in having all my weekend’s plans cancelled due to Britain’s bath time. Trains, planes and automobiles are all cancelled (well not so much planes, flying to London is a little excessive) and so I’m left sitting in a pool of misery (and rain).

I think there is some irony that Jack Johnson just started playing on iTunes. I bet they don’t have this bloody problem in Hawaii, at least not in mid-July.

Last night I went into Stourbridge with Will and Hardy for a couple of pints at The Talbot. I’ve not been there since it’s been redone, but much prefer it to the low-ceilinged/packed-out Lloyds bar and overly noisy Glass House, at least for the early part of a night.

I think I’ll go and sulk now.