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Nov. 6th, 2009 02:01 pmTuesday night went to see Fareham Town away to Hayling United. They play on a college pitch and use the college's tiny canteen as a clubhouse, so they lack some of the facilities you get at most clubs in the league - if you want an alcoholic drink it's a choice of Carlsberg or Worthington - but their two catering staff are friendly, and they do a tasty burger (albeit without onions) and a good cup of Bovril, both very welcome on a chilly night like this one. On the pitch, Hayling battled hard and were good value for the 1-1 draw but it was frustrating not to see Fareham convert their technical skill into a win.
Portsmouth fireworks on Wednesday. Indulged in a foot long hot dog as soon as I arrived, drawing approval from the guy serving. Unforgivably, none of the sweet stalls were selling treacle toffee - if some enterprising person were to make lots of the stuff, pitch up at the bonfire and sell it, they'd make a mint - so I had to settle for some nutty crunch fudge. Bumped into Alex from Hawks Ladies with some of her mates by the food stall; she asked if I was coming to Shanklin on Sunday, and said some of the others were coming down later, but I never saw them. I found a decent vantage point and waited there while, on the other side of the field by the Wave 105 roadshow, kids enjoyed themselves to a couple of local singers and the tribute band Take That 2. When the bonfire was lit it felt good, and nostalgic, to get that Bonfire Night smell in my nostrils. The firework show was spectacular, a real riot of colour with plenty of rockets and the odd bang.
At the office yesterday Demelza found an old box of After Eights in the cupboard and passed them round, urging us to eat them all since they'd go off if they were left much longer. We all took the plunge except the dieting Sue, but most stopped at one so I ended up with half a dozen. They tasted not bad to me. In the evening went to Ferneham Hall to see the Gosport Amateur Operatic Society do Blitz!, a lesser known Lionel Bart musical about the intertwined fortunes of two East End families during the Blitz. Very poignant, though with lots of rollicking gor-blimey 1940s Cockney humour along the way. Mother and daughter Jenny and Nicola Matthews were fantastic as on-stage mother and daughter Mrs Blitzstein and Carrie, while Lou Skinner was a stand-out as cheerful, spirited Cockney sparrow Elsie. I stopped for a quick chat with Lou afterwards; in contrast to her stage costume, the overalls of the WW2 female munitions worker (which she pulled off in one hilarious scene, in protest at an air raid warden insisting that no-one was allowed into their houses), post-show in the bar she was looking very elegant and attractive *<3*
This morning brought revelations from two celebrating people: Val has a promotion, while Demelza announced that she's getting married next month. The old wives' tale about things 'happening in threes' led several colleagues to speculate on 'what's going to be the third?'. They settled on deciding that our syndicate was going to win the jackpot on the Euro Millions tonight. Well, dreams are free... Meanwhile Simon found the Swiss chocs left over from our meeting with Cleo and passed them round, much to Demelza's joy.
Portsmouth fireworks on Wednesday. Indulged in a foot long hot dog as soon as I arrived, drawing approval from the guy serving. Unforgivably, none of the sweet stalls were selling treacle toffee - if some enterprising person were to make lots of the stuff, pitch up at the bonfire and sell it, they'd make a mint - so I had to settle for some nutty crunch fudge. Bumped into Alex from Hawks Ladies with some of her mates by the food stall; she asked if I was coming to Shanklin on Sunday, and said some of the others were coming down later, but I never saw them. I found a decent vantage point and waited there while, on the other side of the field by the Wave 105 roadshow, kids enjoyed themselves to a couple of local singers and the tribute band Take That 2. When the bonfire was lit it felt good, and nostalgic, to get that Bonfire Night smell in my nostrils. The firework show was spectacular, a real riot of colour with plenty of rockets and the odd bang.
At the office yesterday Demelza found an old box of After Eights in the cupboard and passed them round, urging us to eat them all since they'd go off if they were left much longer. We all took the plunge except the dieting Sue, but most stopped at one so I ended up with half a dozen. They tasted not bad to me. In the evening went to Ferneham Hall to see the Gosport Amateur Operatic Society do Blitz!, a lesser known Lionel Bart musical about the intertwined fortunes of two East End families during the Blitz. Very poignant, though with lots of rollicking gor-blimey 1940s Cockney humour along the way. Mother and daughter Jenny and Nicola Matthews were fantastic as on-stage mother and daughter Mrs Blitzstein and Carrie, while Lou Skinner was a stand-out as cheerful, spirited Cockney sparrow Elsie. I stopped for a quick chat with Lou afterwards; in contrast to her stage costume, the overalls of the WW2 female munitions worker (which she pulled off in one hilarious scene, in protest at an air raid warden insisting that no-one was allowed into their houses), post-show in the bar she was looking very elegant and attractive *<3*
This morning brought revelations from two celebrating people: Val has a promotion, while Demelza announced that she's getting married next month. The old wives' tale about things 'happening in threes' led several colleagues to speculate on 'what's going to be the third?'. They settled on deciding that our syndicate was going to win the jackpot on the Euro Millions tonight. Well, dreams are free... Meanwhile Simon found the Swiss chocs left over from our meeting with Cleo and passed them round, much to Demelza's joy.
