A very good day at Lords yesterday with Ian's band Wingit, they played for 15 mins before start of play and then 30 mins at lunchtime, had a run in with Lord's Health and Safety bod who quite clearly has not been to any charm school during her sad sorry lifetime! she came over as over fussy and just plain rude, and frankly turning your back on someone when they are talking is just plain wrong and is guaranteed to get me going, my way of working is to assess the problem then suggest ways round it, her way is you cannot do that, end of story, not a good way to get people to buy in to H&S at all and a clear demonstration of how to get H&S Officers a bad name, we should be there to help people to do things in a safe manner rather than just hinder and be an officious twat, we ended up winning our little battle as she did not realise what she had taken on, it was a deep joy to see the look on her face when it dawned on her I knew what I was saying, I managed to quote several bits of legislation relating to our issues, she did point out she had been doing the job for 3 years, I could hear the band giggling when I pointed out i had 10 years of experience including managing major events for a national museum and a premier league football club.....with that we scored an overwhelming triumph and she scurried off never to be seen again! The manager who hired the band was mightily impressed that someone had taken her on and beat her, that's 1-0 to common sense in my book.
The band were well received and will be back at Lords for major events in the future, 5 days on the trot next summer sounds good to me!
Got home very very tired was up at 5am to get to Lords so sleep was easy!
Young Finch is happy to be home and excited about the trip to France on Friday, its good to have the little horror home!

Only a week to go before we head off to France for our break, cannot wait, passports all sorted, two fingers ready for the French in Agincourt and we are going to get a visit into the Somme battlefield, Dan has hi eye on watching Amiens FC in action in the French League, and of course buying his usual football shirt.
Tomorrow I am off to Lord's for the Friends Provident Final, Kent vs Essex, although the weather looks crap to say the least, Young Finch will be back home with me this weekend, so cue fights over the remote!

The mystery of the bike was solved last night, it belongs to Sonia two doors down, now its a birthday present and its also not assembled, me being nice kind and fluffy (not in a green pen way) offered to store it overnight so as not to ruin the birthday surprise, and also put the thing together, which I have after much scratching of head I have managed, I have just delivered it to Sonia and everyone seems happy....
A busy day ahead, I have some private work, and very lucrative it is too! will take me a few days to work on but will be worth the time!
Young Finch has been causing chaos, last night he was on Facebook raising ransom demands for The Shirt! and also purchasing a certain Kiwi on Owned, trouble is her other half keeps buying her back, but the young un has plenty of cash and is fighting back, he also wanted to come home last night, sadly Dad is enjoying himself far too much to allow that to happen, and is socially very busy so he can forget that!

History Lesson

Settle down there at the back,a history lesson...
Do you know where the V-sign comes from? well I am here to tell you! the two-fingers salute and/or V sign derives from the gestures of longbowmen fighting in the English army at the Battle of Agincourt (1415) during the Hundred Years' War. The French claimed that they would cut off the arrow-shooting fingers of all the English longbowmen after they had won the battle at Agincourt. But the English came out victorious and showed off their two fingers, still intact. At this Battle Henry V (made famous in the play of the same name guv) stuffed the living daylights out of the French led by Charles VI.
There that was good wasn't it? Now you may be wondering why I have imparted this historical story, well its very simple, we are visiting Agincort during our stay in France. Due to the fact we won and they being French did not I feel I am entitled to wander around flicking the old V sign at our French Cousins...... From now on I think at least once a week I will post something historical on the blog!
In the meantime the bike is still here and not claimed, I am not sure what to do with it.

The grumpy one was in full flow this morning! only this time it was not me, it was the turn of young Finch who had a severe dose of the hump, the previous 24 hours had not gone well for the poor lad, he had gone to the Valley to see Charlton slaughter lower league opposition, sadly the mighty reds lost 1-0 to Yeovil, cue young Finch demanding the head of Alan Pardew on a platter, on top of that the poor lad needed to be here to sign his passport documents, so first thing this morning my ex let me know he had just left hers in a very grumpy manner indeed, he had got up ignored everyone who spoke to him (in the case of Timmy its understandable) and came over, the daft sod had left his keys here, so he gave the door a good hammering and then proceeded to sulk...big time, now I really have no idea where he gets this grumpiness from! he duly signed the document amidst protests, then sat on the sofa and stared at the wall ignoring my offers of breakfast, the only thing that managed to distract him from all this was The Stig on tv trying to catch a tube, finally he spoke "i am going back to mum's" and the visit was over, in this mood I am grateful he is with her til next week.

Sadly my good mood of late was destroyed by the hordes of tourists in the Victoria area, jesus they don't seem to look where they are going, and then stand in places that are just so fucking stupid!!! I had some rather anglo saxon words with one who I think was Italian, who stupidly ground to a halt directly in front of me leaving me no time to either stop or avoid the stupid pasta munching git, he said something to me in Italian which I did not understand but I think he got the idea of where I was coming from, I may also have mentioned that I was surprised he had not retreated into me as the Italian Army would! hell hath no fury than a Finch bumped into!! Twats...

Then to cap it all I have come home to a delivery of a mountain bike...nice i hear you say, well I have not ordered the bloody thing! from time to time Two Heads (ex wife) orders things and has them delivered here if I am in and she is out, so I rang and its nowt to do with her, so in my hall I have a rather large box, so I contacted Argos who delivered the thing and they insist it is for a Mrs King who lives at this address...hmmm now last time I looked it was just me and the lad that lived here, I have spoken to several neighbours, none of whom have any idea who Mrs King is, Argos say its been delivered to the correct address and wont collect it! all very strange and leaves me unsure about what to do next..
Lastly watching Sky Sports News I saw Jeff Winter, former Premier League ref who is used by Sky to comment on anything relating to referee stories, he was on telling us how players have no respect for refs, is it any wonder when twats like him do the job? get this fool of my TV, if I want to watch a twat on tv I will tune into James Allen on ITV, who thankfully will be out of work soon when F1 moves to BBC!!!
There that feels better............

Well what a weekend! had a whale of a time, Friday night was spent in the Star who I play cricket for, with my Godsons parents, the kids are in France for the summer and apparently loving it out there, so the 3 of us without kids made the most of it, think I got to bed about 3am!
Now when I have had a few I have been known to come up with a few ideas, and Friday night was no exception, as result Saturday afternoon the 3 of us who were out Friday went down to their allotment and picked loads of Blackberries, the reason? Stephen and I are making Blackberry Schnapps for the New Romney Rescue Weekend in December. I also took the opportunity to have a look at the Wii fit, and apparently my Wii age is 39!!! considering I am now 45 that is very pleasing, although not altogether surprising as I have been having 2 net sessions a week on top of a couple of games of tennis. Poor Stephen, who is considerably younger than me is very upset as his Wii age is more than mine and could not quite understand it!

Saturday evening one of the team arrived from France, sadly his marriage has broken up so we had a night in drinking! and having a general gossip and catch up, all good fun. Had a gorgeous roast dinner Sunday, I cooked roast beef with all the trimmings followed by a lemon meringue roulade and fresh cream......lovely

Had a game of tennis last night, 3 sets of hard fought action, cue me giving myself a severe talking to myself during the game and all sorts of bad language! I lost! and this morning I have woken up in all sorts of pain, my back is killing me and my heel for some reason cannot take nay pressure, so no cricket nets tonight so instead its the Star for the quiz night!!!

Its a good day in the Finch household, Horror boy is off to his mothers to give the not so grumpy one a well earned break, I have many plans! out tomorrow with an old friend for the odd glass of El Vino Collapso, Tuesday evening we have quiz night in the local, The twins parents are free of their brood and Dan is away so its going to be a good night out for us, sometime next week I am going to see Mock the Week being recorded and am doing another QI thing... Dan will be most upset as it appear to be his favourite programme at the moment, but he is too young to attend, he he, and on the 16th I am at Lords all day for the Pro 40 final, Essex vs the mighty Kent, I am there with a mates band supposedly helping out, but Matt the Cat will be there in a Fred Flintstone outfit so I suspect I may join him for some refreshment. Dan was due to come home that night, but it has been deemed a good idea for him to come home later on the Sunday....
Its enough to put a bloke in a good mood!