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Oct. 4th, 2008 05:30 pmTo the Coach House carvery this afternoon for this year's Chain Gang reunion. The food was first class, very reasonably priced and you got generous portions, served by a chef with a fine line in patter! When the subject of the London 2012 Olympics came up and I revealed I'd be going, saying "It's a once-in-a-lifetime event, the Olympic Games on your doorstep," David chipped in "Twice in a lifetime." He'd attended the 1948 Games at Wembley! David held us rapt with tales of how he saw the triumphs of Fanny Blankers-Koen and the Jamaican relay team live.
Everyone seemed in pretty good spirits and it was nice to catch up. Margaret from Portsmouth decided, again, to have a try at living my life for me, although this time it was something much more pleasant than nagging me to become a councillor. She urged me on to find a partner. "Wouldn't you like a partner?" Of course I replied yes and she leaped on that with "Well, go out and get one!" As if it were that simple - magari! I managed to get a word in edgeways long enough to say my first priority was to find a full time job, but didn't get to add the rest of my three-point plan ((2) move out of the parental home, (3) look for love). Margaret was only interested in the sound of her own voice. "Find yourself a partner," she repeated eternally, at one point adding "I'm open-minded, I don't care if it's a man or a woman." I have to admit, though, it was nice to be described as "a lovely, attractive young man." All three adjectives were rather flattering, I fear. David from the New Forest concluded the proceedings by offering to host next year's gathering, and I promised to mail him everyone's e-mail addresses and agreeable dates next May or June.
Got to go watch the RL Grand Final.
Everyone seemed in pretty good spirits and it was nice to catch up. Margaret from Portsmouth decided, again, to have a try at living my life for me, although this time it was something much more pleasant than nagging me to become a councillor. She urged me on to find a partner. "Wouldn't you like a partner?" Of course I replied yes and she leaped on that with "Well, go out and get one!" As if it were that simple - magari! I managed to get a word in edgeways long enough to say my first priority was to find a full time job, but didn't get to add the rest of my three-point plan ((2) move out of the parental home, (3) look for love). Margaret was only interested in the sound of her own voice. "Find yourself a partner," she repeated eternally, at one point adding "I'm open-minded, I don't care if it's a man or a woman." I have to admit, though, it was nice to be described as "a lovely, attractive young man." All three adjectives were rather flattering, I fear. David from the New Forest concluded the proceedings by offering to host next year's gathering, and I promised to mail him everyone's e-mail addresses and agreeable dates next May or June.
Got to go watch the RL Grand Final.
