Monday 19 December 2016

Tis the season.....

.....For singing christmas songs.  Yes folks, it's time for parties and celebrations etc etc.  I hope you're all set, at Chez Croucher, the wife has been busy xmasfying the lounge, ck knows why, she's pagan, but I suppose it's because it looks cosy at night and the kids like it.  In fact, it almost warms my cold and cynical heart.

I've been playing the odd seasonal tune too, suffering the earworm that is Andy Williams' "it's the most wonderful of the year" for days on end, still, it's not a tat song and at least he could hold a note and has plenty more to his catalogue than that one song.  We'll also be watching Die Hard imminently too, as we do.
      While watching Arrow the other day, Oliver Queen was holding a christmas party and giving a mayoral speech.

Oliver: "one of my favourite christmas films ever, is Die Hard".

Leilei: "YEESSSSSSSSSS"

Right in my ear.


Racing, took the Sworkz S12-1m to Torch last week, the track was piss wet through and misty, I came last all morning, beating only the step son with his FTX edge in his third ever visit to the club, mind you, in my defense I was on Schumacher Yellow minispikes and driving a laydown gearbox car.  Also it was only the 2nd time I had driven that car, the 1st being in May, in the sunshine.  Best not hang on to that result methinks.

I was meant to be racing my truggy this past weekend at Clanfield, in a bid to avenge my DNF a few weeks previously, unfortunately, I woke up on saturday with a sore throat, and in the hours that followed, snot flowed freely from my nose and prevented me from sleeping properly.  However, I still got up to go racing but fell fowl of not having enough sleep and feeling a bit crap so once I woke up again for the 3rd time, I thought it best to put everything away again.  I see they had a good day, just wish I was well enough.  Oh well, there's always next time.


We went out for breakfast the other week.  Took the bike out on a bitter cold saturday morning and rode to a cafe called the Departure Lounge Cafe.  We had the large breakfast, which came with the most awesome fried eggs.  Nothing fancy about them as such except they were perfectly cooked, and piping hot, unlike ya 5 quid breakfast from wetherspoons.
       I highly recommend that cafe if you're of a motoring persuasion.  It is on the A339 (aka the death road) just north of Alton.


Anyway, I doubt I'll see you before Christmas, maybe I'll bump into on Boxing Day if you happen to be in Wickham Square in the morning.

Stay safe kids, and remember, even a chocolate teapot is of use, only once mind, and very briefly, but still of use.

Laterz