Fish
Is it really only a week since we came back from our travels? It feels like much longer, but in fact it’s less - 6 days - but being busy has made it feel like I’ve packed in enough to fill a fortnight or two.
That’s kind of why I’ve been lax about writing on here these last couple of days. Barbara has been ill, too, and not waking up from sleep mode when I lift her lid, so I’ve not had easy in-bed web access, which hasn’t helped.
The most prolific updaters are the comment spammers who are really getting out of hand now. I’ve deleted over 30 spam comments in the last two days alone and that’s in spite of banning the IP addresses of a lot of them and putting a delay into the system so nobody can post more than one comment on the entire site without being locked out from adding another for the next five minutes.
Almost all of them (if not ALL of them) are American.
So anyway, we’re off for two days from tomorrow morning, which means I’ll be away from net access, so to try and stop the whole thing being clogged up with spam comments by the time I get back I’ve locked out all commenting until Sunday night. Sorry.
Should be a fun weekend, though, as it’s Will and Bec’s wedding up in Lincoln. After a nasty couple of hours when it looked like we were going to have to drive I found some cheapish tickets online and we’re going by train. I picked them up from Kings Cross this evening and it looks like the run the same kind of trains they do on the TGV lines so it should be comfortable at least - even if it is slower by an order or magnitude.
Gordon and I have been tasked with filming the proceedings, which is a little nerve-wracking as neither or us have that much experience of video cameras. Fortunately Will is being very laid back about it all, which is making us relax a bit. We all met up for a drink on Wednesday so we could go over what he wants and make sure we’ll be in the right place at the right time.
Seems the registrar people in Lincoln have a rule about using only one camera and not taking photos or else they’ll stop the ceremony, which strikes me as unnecessarily draconian.
So, that’s tomorrow. Last night, I met up with David, who I’ve not seen in ages and ages and ages. In fact, it didn’t happen yet again after a bit of a worky thing kept us trapped in the office, but I eventually found him down in Bar Code, which I’m starting to suspect is something of a regular haunt since that’s where he always seems to be when we meet up.
We went to Cafe Fish and ate whitebait, which felt unnecessarily cruel. Lots of little Nemos staring up at us through thinly battered eyes munched up whole. Never had it before so tentatively squeamish about the whole thing to start with, but actually very nice. I’d have it again, even though David described it as ‘genocide on a plate’ then went on to talk about how he made some Japanese tourists throw up in the most polite way ever (complete with bowing actions).
I’m glad it was him who ordered the mackerel pate after that.
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