Five weeks today = Xmas Day

I’ve been spending most of this evening watching Andy Murray win the World Tennis thing, while drinking. Then I immediately switched over to watch “Planet Earth II” which is simply miles clear at the top of the table when it comes to the category ‘TV programme of the year.’
Two more points before I drift off to the fridge for another can of Guinness. 1 - isn’t it nice of Andy to finish his match just in time for the start of Planet Earth? And 2 - How, how, how can anyone, anywhere, ever moan about the BBC when it serves up stuff like it has done today?

I’m back from the fridge now. Two points I’d like to make for anyone who, like me, has discovered in their thirties just how great a drink stout is, but who might be considering Movember next year. The two things do not mix well. The frothy head just clings to your moustache, which acts like a weird kind of strainer, and the whole experience is weird and distracts you from the pleasantness of the drink.

I desperately want to go and visit the Guinness factory in Dublin, but I’d have to do it after shaving, so I’m trying to persuade Philippa to let me book us a weekend in Ireland before Christmas. So far she’s not agreeing……

RC 20-11-16