The Lost Weekend

There's a track by my favourite band, Richmond Fontaine, which starts off " I just can't stop thinking about Wilson Dunlap". On Saturday morning I knew what Willy Vlautin meant, from the moment I awoke the absense of Marmite hit me. Wherever I went I turned round expecting him to be there. The obvious solution was to leave the house, so this accounts for the most watered allotment in Ingatestone.

With Elaine in London at Caroline's "hen-day" I looked for tasks that required time but little thought I deleted and started to reinstall my itunes library, trying to be just a little more selective in order to trim the 3400 files. This is a job in progress.

On Saturday evening I focussed upon the Champions League Final. While in no way surprised by Inter's victory, I should own up to having underestimate Mourinho as a coach. On Saturday night, Inter scored, acceped that they would concede possession but restricted Bayern by defending as a team all over the pitch. Mourinho used his team's assets to his advantage and he commands great loyalty from his players. At Chelsea his utterings used to irritate and I felt he bought success, his triumphs at Inter suggest talents beyond the ability to spend. It seems he will go to Real Madrid next season, a challenge without doubt.

Slowly working my way through "When the lights went out" , a history of Britain in the 1970s.
Its strange reading about events that you've lived through as history. The chapter on the Heath government and their relations with the Trade Union movement especially the NUM seemed like another age. How Britain has changed in my lifetime.

In the days ahead we will learn more of where the CON DEM government are going to find £6billion, as the first installment of the cuts. The fact that the Queen's Speech was leaked to the Sunday Telegraph suggests that not all is well inside new politics. On Saturday the Green Party took a full page advertisement in the Independent urging people to join......