After Tina goes to work, I decide to do some shopping in London. After all, who cares where we are when it all goes off? I walk from Waterloo to the city, and meet with Jim for a coffee and a chat, before his official lunch which is a Christmas boozy affair by the sound of it.
After I say goodbye to Jim, I wander around Spitalfields old market. Several stall holders have the time to chat. It's not too busy and there is a good variety of goods for sale on the stalls. Later, I look at Brick Lane, but it's very quiet with many closed shops as most of the residents are at the mosque.
I get a tube to Covent Garden, which doesn't appeal quite so much, then wander off to Waterloo. London seems remarkably quiet, except for the train on the way home.
After a couple of lessons I meet with Eileen and Michael at Basingfields, where they are visiting Dad. We have a good chat, Dad dozes but we think he hears everything. Mike noticed how Dad perks up whenever a younger female member of staff is around - good for him...
A busy day, working from 9:00 until just before six. It's difficult to concentrate on the lessons, due to the imminent apocalypse. The 21st of December 2012 was regarded as the end of a 5125 year long cycle in the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar.
The Maya were a Mesoamerican civilization, noted for the only known fully developed written language of the pre-Columbian Americas, as well as for art, architecture, and mathematical and astronomical systems. Fair enough, but they also went in for ritualised sacrifice, usually performed in public by religious or political leaders piercing a soft body part, most commonly the tongue, ear or foreskin, and collecting the blood to smear directly on an idol or collecting it on paper, which was then burned. I'm not sure that Prof. Brian Cox uses these methods, but you never know.
If there's no entry on Friday, I will apologise profusely to the Mayans when we all meet up on Mars.
This might be a bit complex for some, but the Rubberbandits are probably the best people in the world to explain the mysteries of physics. Ken and I had the great pleasure of watching the RBs live in Oxford, and it was one of the best night's entertainment I've ever experienced. And I've experienced at least three nights entertainment in my life, so I know what I'm talking about.
They are playing in London in January, we'll be there!
No lessons today :) A brilliantly sunny day, I troll down to Winchester and wander around the Chrismas market by the cathedral. And eat chips - mmmmmm...
Sir Patrick Moore was a big fan of rave and trance music. This video is a fitting tribute :)
No lessons cancelled, I actually did six hours paid work.
One cancellation. This isn't going to turn into a Bridget Jones thing where every entry starts with a summary of lessons cancelled, fags smoked, wine consumed and so on. It's just that the people I do business with seem to be a little ephemeral at the moment. Perhaps I'm too soft. As if...