Life for Lola

What a marvellous weekend. I was sat by the sea on Saturday watching the tide lap against the shingle, "this is the life" I thought as I read the Guardian's supplement on chemicals in food and realised that what I have consumed has probably shortened it.

In the evening we watched the Eurovision Song Contest which has convinced me - as if I needed to be - that the Euro gets the "NO" vote from Lola. As soon as we get out of Europe the better. Damn them all to their kilo's and Balkan block voting. It's a bloody farce. If anyone thinks the UK will get a fair crack at any of the whips going need only see a recording of the Eurovision Song Contest. It's time to cut the chord and get out before we are made to grow hairy armpits.

On a lighter note, the ladyfriend and I were out to lunch yesterday with Super Step Dad as it was his birthday. I must say thanks for a lovely bit of grub and fine company.

In the evening we stepped out with Clive and Drew and went to see the Carnival Band at west wycombe church. They were fabulous and played a number of instruments. The audience were a bit peculiar (I count ourselves amongst them) but I have realised a taste in the unordinary tends to go hand in hand with a poor taste in clothing. One woman had a pair of tye-died dungarees..........fashioned I expect by her own hand. I can just see her emptying the packets of die into a a bucket, tongue stuck out in intense concentration.