I figured it out after writing this...

Right, I came here fully intending to put together a post about my ski-trip with Sam, Chantelle and Marie, and my recent gig in Blackheath with Chris and Richard Holland, Phil Veacock and with a mystery tenor sax player that none of us knew who looked like a total geek. He in fact looked much more like Harry Potter than Sam did when he was 11, in the full Potter regalia, but who then proceeded to take the whole place by storm with his mad Minnie the Moocher singing and his Johnny Rotten style pogo-ing as he solo'ed.

I would have posted an mp3 or two, and some photos of the boy Samuel in his stripey snow gear, of which he is so proud.

I was also going to post the link to Lil's blog, in case people are interested. And I was going to see if there was any way of sorting out the fact that the columns on the far left of the home page seem to have a bit missing where it's spilled over the edge of the page.

But I couldn't find anywhere that said "create new post" or the like, even though I'm vaguely computer-literate. What chance do the less tech-minded parts of the family stand?? How do we do it? Am I being dim? [It would appear so, numbnuts. - A later more awake version of Jon]


Anyway, last Friday was a truly brilliant day. I finally closed a bit of business in the morning, having been unable to close so much as a door so far this year, then went and saw Cirque du Soleil at teh Albert Hall in teh afternoon.

Danny Baker had said on his show that this one wasn't so hot - "Cirque du So-So", he called it, so I wasn't expecting as much as the previous times I've seen them. But they were ace. Even though when you've seen loads and loads of small Chinese people vaulting through the air risking life adn limb, half an hour later you find you want some more.

So Dan's review was frankly tosh. And then we belted from Kensington Gore straight to the Valley, where the match of the season took place against the hated Palace, adn we gave them a sound shoeing, with the atmosphere probably better than I've ever heard it, right from the very first minute.

2-0 to the proper Londoners (everyone knows Palace aren't really from London, it's Croydon really. Any SE postcode above 18 is frankly an imposter). The excellence of the display temporarily allowed us all to forget the fact that we've just sold our best player. He was too fat to be a proper footballer really.

So that would kind of have been my post. Wish I knew how to do it properly.

[And now, I do, so I should do some of the things I said I would, I suppose...]