Watched Glastonbury all weekend, thought Bruce was awesome, loved the Specials and my son has been banging on about Lady Gaga for ages, so I watched, man alive she was good! cue the Young Finch having a fit over the fact his old man quite likes the music!, apparently it his music and I should get my own, double standards here from the young un, this coming from the boy who nicks my ipod and is found listening and singing along with Pink Floyd, Tears for Fears and much more of my music! although his singing is better than one of my brothers was, when he had his headphones on listening to The Faces, The Who and others...I am still traumatised!
Tom was at Glasto this weekend and enjoyed Lady Gaga and revealed she flashed more than he bargained for, his terms were slightly cruder on the text I received, I would reveal a snatch of it but decency prevents me.

Had a good weekend, Saturday found us at a friends, cleaning out his pool in preperation for a pool party next week, we hatched the mad idea of having a game of poker in the pool!
Sunday we trundled down to Biggin Hill for the airshow, the prime reason was to see the Vulcan, sadly at 3pm just when it was due to display we were told it was not coming due to a problem with the plane, at the time I was hugely pissed off, this was the sole reason for me going, apparently they were working on it all night, and they waited til the last possible minute to tell us, I felt a bit conned to be honest, its like buying a ticket to see Bruce Springsteen and support and Bruce does not make it! still once over the hump we tried our best to enjoy the day, the Typhoon was awesome, Young Finch thoroughly enjoyed seeing it hammer up and down, and the pilot had fun to, we think the afterburners were switched on as often as possible! I even popped into the Scout Centre at Biggin and flew the Comet flight simulator they have, I took off from Biggin, flew to the dome then on to Tower Bridge and began my descent to Heathrow, a text book landing followed!

I got a snotty email from a friend about me making comments about my ex wife on here, firstly she deserves all she gets, and believe me I am holding back on here..... more importantly I sometimes need somewhere to let off a bit of steam, and this is my chosen place, she does not read it neither does my son or any of her family, I have not gone in for writing about what happened, I could but I wont, because some of it would make your toes curl! and frankly tats not what this blog is for, I just like to write down things that happen from time to time, and its my blog and I write what I want to.

I also have someone who seems to follow me around on facebook and twitter, in an effort to find out who I am seeing etc, I will never ever put that sort of info on here or on Facebook, so forget it, they know who they are and have been blocked on all of these sites, so this is there only source of info...well it aint going to happen so move on.

Young Finch has secured himself a couple of hours work a week, gardening for a certain Kiwi lass! he has negotiated a good wage and he will do about 2 hours a week, the boy is coining it in! must discuss housekeeping with him....

Am now rather excited about Biggin Hill at the weekend, The Vulcan will be flying, so expect a few pics Sunday evening.

The poxy shirt poker school has not played since May and we are overdue, will have to chase the lads to get it organised, rather enjoy my drunken poker nights, which are turning more and more into Come Dine With Me mixed with poker and booze, not managed to come home sober from one as yet, and I doubt very much if I will.

Watching the Twenty/20 has been enjoyable but for its nowhere near is good as a Test Match, one thing I have seen a lot of is Lasith Malinga, known as Malinga the Slinga, and looking at his action I struggle to understand why he has not been called for chucking the ball, apparently you can be called for chucking if your elbow flex's more than 15 degrees, well there is quite clealry no flex, but the ball is delivered from his side, its a very very strange action, apparently he learnt to bow like that as a kid, and has never changed, it may be legal but to me he is throwing....

Busy time looming, lots of stuff to do, Biggin Hill a few camps, I am struggling to find a free weekend, hopefully somewhere along the line the Star Inn will get a cricket match..

Following my discussions regarding morals with the ex it has been a very quiet time, not a peep.

This is the reason I am missing Glastonbury, The Vulcan, XH558 to be precise, this wee beastie will be flying around the skies of Kent on the Glastonbury weekend, and given a choice between Glasto and old noisy bastard, old noisy bastard wins hands down, I have been up close and personal with this aircraft on a few occaisions, I have sat in the cockpit, and been on a van minding my own business trundling down a taxiway as the Vulcan switched on its afterburners directly overhead, an awesome sight and and even more awesome noise. so it was a no contest really, so 3 of us (Dan really ahs no idea what this will be like) will head off to Biggin Hill for the airshow, I cannot wait...

Right thats the spotter stuff out of the way! my poor son is in grief from his mother, something about looking at dodgy websites on her PC at the weekend, she did raise it with me and I asked was she sure it was him, there is another male in the house after all, gawd that went down like a fart in chapel..... the ensuing row was fun, including her describing the females as cheap tarts, well I tried to hold my tongue but my poor lad was getting a kick in from someone who had suddenly discovered morals.... I have a feeling the silence will last a while...thankfully.

I am watching Supersizers on BBC, they are trawling their way through 80s food...man live their are some orrible delights.....pop tarts! now I always thought the pop tart had something to do with Carol Decker from T'Pau......
Once that is over I am going to sit back and watch Withnail and I, compliments of The Sunday Times.

Well for the first time in a while I had cricket practice tonight, good fun as well, apparently we were supposed to be playing defensive shots.... I say apparently because the ball was vanishing to all parts, I tried a little bit of spin tonight....and grabbed a few wickets, I will not mention who I got out as he will get the hump! the session ended with an extra fielder, a very large dog belonging to Denzil, who joined us towards the end, trouble is have got home and my knee has swollen a fair amount and is very stiff and sore, so whacked some ice on it, and heres hoping the bugger goes down. So far this season we have only played one game, not sure why but its annoying as we have had some lovely weather in May and precious little cricket, apparently we have a home game a week Sunday.

The boy is away at his mothers, so its bad behaviour time for me, busy weekend looming, and there may just be a drop of alcohol heading my way at some stage. Talking of the boy, he managed to fall over last Sunday whilst rushing around outside the house, man alive did it swell, a pack of frozen peas was applied to ease the swelling and some painkillers, I wanted to drag him up to A&E but the boy was having none of it, it is not broken thankfully but the bruising was highly impressive.

I was invited to go down and do the radio thing at Glastonbury again this year, last year I missed out because of my studies, this year other things have got in the way so I had to decline the invite, looking at the line up I am wishing I was there, apparently the invite is still there if I change my mind, but I have more pressing plans for that weekend so its a no no for me, shame would have liked to have seen Bruce Springsteen.

In the process of sorting ut a stag do later in the year, I understand we are heading to Tallin, anyone got a flying clue where the hell it is???

Flintoff Sledging

Had a lively weekend, spend most of the day Saturday at Plumstead Make Merry, helping out with the Scout recruiting stand, then a rather drunken race night, me red wine and dog racing....a bad mix. Sunday we were due to play cricket, but bless him our skipper cancelled the game as he thought he may get wet....was a lovely afternoon, the team are grumbling judging by the chats I had..
Been a tad busy with work, heck of journey...
I appear to have booked myself up a lot in July, three camps, a trip to Wales, roll on August when I have a weeks camp and a holiday on the Kent coast.
Also going to Biggin Hill Airshow as the Vulcan is flying, young Finch is keen to see the big beast, he has heard my tales of how awesome it is.

20 ways to say your fly is open...........

20 ways to say your fly is open...........

20) The cucumber has left the salad.
19) I can see the gun of Navarone.
18) Someone tore down the wall, and your Pink Floyd is hanging out.
17) You've got Windows in your laptop.
16) Sailor Ned's trying to take a little shore leave.
15) Your soldier ain't so unknown now.
14) Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bell.
13) Paging Mr. Johnson... Paging Mr. Johnson...
12) You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
11) Your pod bay door is open, Hal.
10) Elvis Junior has LEFT the building!
9) Mini me is making a break for the escape pod.
8) Ensign Hanes is reporting a hull breach on the lower deck, Sir!
7) The car is not all the way in the garage.
6) Dr. Kimble has escaped!
5) You've got your fly set for "Monica" instead of "Hillary."
4) Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction...
3) You've got a security breach at Los Pantalones.
2) I'm talking about Shaft, can you dig it?

And The Number One Way To Tell Someone Their Fly Is Unzipped...

1) I thought you were crazy; now I see your nuts.