Crowland, Eye, Guyhirn, Wisbech. This can only mean one thing; a trip out East, hoping to find the good weather, the beaches, the beach huts and the sunshine. How wrong we were, just rain, wind, rain, wind and  fountains of disappointment due too my not being able to try my drone out at the seaside, its fucking April for Gods sake.

Record shop day passed with only a murmur of interest from yours truly, skint and with apparently too many records, the equation of which is goes thus.

Ideal number of records=Number of records now plus 1.

So all you dissenters, you are wrong, I refer you to the science and the Maths.

In fitness and health news I took part in the inaugural Lion Pub pool competition, on a Tuesday of all days, just 3 days after I had left a party at a pub where I knew no-one, where the band started off with a lame Lighthouse track; the band was a chap with a guitar and backing tracks. So I sat outside smoking and looking engrossed into my phone, asking myself what the polite time to wait is before I could go home, I had no partner in crime (Mrs T) she was ill, and so was trying to figure out how to leave. Ultimately I pretended to answer an important call on my phone and strode purposefully out through the beer garden. What a cock! So 3 days after leaving a party under my own cloud where no one really knew me, I entered the pool competition where people do know me and might ask where I was at the party. Thinking back I understand its not for me, to attend a party on my own where there are lots of people I don’t know and have no desire to meet, probably definitely a few unsavories there. The Pool competition however was mainly populated by young blokes who I have seen grow up from teens to drinking age; a couple of girlfriends, meaning the lads were hitting the balls as hard as possible in the hope the ladies would be returning the favour later on, as they bask in the glory of their grandstanding. Thing is, slow and steady wins the race. Lost my first frame, but then came back and beat the lad 2-1, second game was reduced to 1 frame as it was going on for ages and the risk then is to gain and surpass the sweet spot for pool drunkeness, which will never do. As it was I beat another 2 people, found myself in the final against a deeply unpopular man, him with 3 balls to pot, me with 1 and I bloody lost, silly errors and luck on his part. I made a new friend, we drunk far too much after the competition ended and stumbled back home around 1 in the morning. In further fitness and competition news, Mrs T (now recovered) and myself joined friends at the Lion on Thursday for a cheese and wine tasting session, which as much fun as it was also concluded in the satisfactory way of its winning the quiz and hence another bottle of wine; Fat Barrel, as you’re asking, and I and others need to remember.

Busy week this week people, I am hoping to get my own drone out and the fuller wingspan work drone out after the potentially embarrassing flyways from several weeks back. I intend to lie down and make the most of my bed time.