I haven't commented on the riot season over here in the UK chiefly because up here in the North East.... nothing happened. It was all those soft shandy drinking southerners!
Not much I can say anyway. I don't understand the need to go on the streets like that but I am a long way from the trouble, have a job and have no reason to riot for anything just now. I guess life is pretty good for me at the moment.

So have been down on the south coast for a few days now. Had to drive down Friday night as i had promised to give my Mum a lift to a family do near Guildford on the Saturday. Got to drive through the new tunnel on the A3. Lopped 15 minutes off the journey time with no traffic. What a difference not going through Hindhead in rush hour will be could be unimaginable.

I had to wander the streets of Guildford for a few hours with my progeny whilst my ma sampled the delights of a local eatery. I daresay i could have wangled an invitation to the do but figured I and them would be better served making myself scarce.

My son remarked as we alighted from the park and ride bus as to who was the "nutter on the bus"? There is always one but we in fact had two good candidates.

There was a mature lady who took it upon herself to close all the ventilation vents on the bus and remove the cooling breeze that was flowing through a somewhat stuffy bus, without first checking if any of her fellow passengers had need of the closure. People like that do irritate me somewhat.

I guess though the winner was the old lady (with daughter) who refused the bus ticket given her by the driver because it said return and she only wanted to go one way. She stood and argued with the driver who assured her his machine only issued return tickets (most people wish to return to their cars after all) but she insisted on a single fare. Since she was a card carrying pensioner she did not actually have to pay for her ticket so to be honest the argument was strictly academic. It however left us in the rain trying to get on board mind you

Guildford is nice but in a smug sort of way.

Got tea and cake back at the "do"

Today was knock a wall down day. A pesky bamboo plant had undermined a dividing wall and was about to push it over onto my mums neighbours new house. Shame. Still they have young children and it would have been horrible if it had fallen and we had found one of them underneath!

Me and my son determined to push the loose wall over at first but then decided discretion was the better part of valour and it chipped it out brick by brick instead. It didn't take long. I still have the bamboo plant to dig out and a few feet of bricks but at least it is safe.

To gird our loins forthe afternoon activities me and my family hikedthe half mile into town for burger and chips and whilst ordering our food I came across a sight so shocking I nearly cannot find the words or the moral strength to recount it to you.

However some aspects of modern life are shocking and we need to bear witness to them to ensure that out moral fabric does not slip or tear, that we do not sweep these terrible events under the psychological carpet of society

OK here goes (Deep breath! and speak clearly).... there was a man openly wearing a Southampton shirt - in PUBLIC - in broad DAYLIGHT!

They must be feeling pretty cock sure of themselves just because they have Won their 2 opening games of the season and top the table on goal difference. Not being the South coasts premier football team must have weighed heavily on their shoulders. I hope it hurt like a kick the the gentleman's area!

For almost my entire life I have had to endure the patronising attitude of so called "Saints" supporters ( that is saints spelt s.c.u.m.m.e.r.s.) who used to say in a derisive manner things like "I am sure it is all very nice down at Fratton Park but it's not the Premiership". Well for the last five years the boot has been firmly on the other foot. Unfortunately our very dodgy Russian Mafia money has gone elsewhere and so has most of the team. It is early days yet though.