On Friday, I fought a chicken curry, and lost!
Hello, and welcome to the GhostOfClayton twice-fortnightly blog. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin.
Laid low by a humble curry
On Friday night, I scraped the ice from the GhostMobile in order top take Mrs OfClayton and a few friends for a meal out. We battled our way through the snow, out of Aquis-of-the-Romans, and down the Ermine Street, to a pub in the countryside, and a very fine night was had by all. I chose the chicken curry, which was delicious, followed by bread & butter pudding (also delicious). However, in the very early hours of Saturday morning, I was rudely awakened by severe stomach cramps. I almost ran through to the bathroom arrving just in time. The next memory I have is waking up to the sight of blood (lots of it) on floor tiles, and the tiles themselves where quite a lot closer than I'm used to seeing them (in fact just a few inches away). Piecing together the available information, I surmise I must've passed out and fallen forwards. Luckily, I must've broken my fall using my forehead, if the large lump left behind was anything to go by. I'm pleased I wasn't conscious to experience that blow! It split the top of my nose open (that was where the blood came from). Anyway, all's well that ends well, and I'm now OK, other than the cuts and bruises to my face, which have robbed me of my devastating good looks!
Pompeii
I know, I know . . . I normally publish this twice-fortnightly blog on Mondays, and today is Wednesday. I'm sure you've been beside yourselves with anticipation for two days! Anyway, there's method in my madness. I was waiting to see Pompeii on BBC2 last night to say a few words about it. I have eagerly awaited this programme for many weeks, now, and I want to get it on record that I wasn't the least bit disappointed. It was a wonderful peice of TV. The subject matter was well chosen, concentrating on the life of the inhabitants of Pompeii, rather than their demise. Mary Beard was perfect for the job. Not the usual dry history buff, but an entertaining lady with a twinkle in her eye, whose enthusiasm leapt out of the screen. My job is not safe!!!
Given the lateness of this blog, I won't bore you with an Asterix book of the week, or tell you how many days until you can see 'The Eagle of the Ninth'. You'll have to wait until next Monday. I'll just get this published so you can get on with reading it!
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