Game for anything?

Late again! It was a pretty normal Saturday. It's great not having to get up at 5 although I still end up waking then anyway. I finally got up at 7:30am. Do you think the birds have weekends too? The last few weeks there has been very little action on week days but at the weekend, it's as if all the birds come out to party! I was transfixed by my kitchen window for an hour and a half as soon as I came downstairs. There were blue tits, great tits, long tailed tits, starlings, sparrows, thrushes, robins, chaffinches, and two collared doves. Oh! There were also three squirrels and three magpies who clearly didn't like each other at all! Sadly, there were no pigeons. I hope I haven't lost them forever..

It was off to Stratford upon Avon a while later to meet Frank. The Garrick was completely rammed so I was in the back room for the short time I was there with my Abbot Ale. There were twelve Welsh people in there dressed as Christmas elves - yeah I know. No idea and I wasn't about to ask - who were all very merry despite the fact it was only 2:30pm. I sent Frank a tweet to arrange to meet in the Windmill instead and popped into Robert Dyas for bird nuts and suet cake before hurrying up the road. We did the usual 'put the world to rights' thing, I raved about my printer and we discussed coffee, palpitations, the number of eggs I eat and Masterchef! Coffee gives me palpitations but Masterchef doesn't.

Fish and chips was dinner, eaten while watching Strictly Come Dancing and X Factor. I am ashamed I still watch X Factor. It's a bad habit. Next came the best thing I have seen in ages! I remember years ago catching one episode of a BBC Scotland comedy called 'Still Game.' I really liked it. A little while back, I ordered a six series box set from Amazon. I'd forgotten all about it but yesterday I watched all of season one and half of season two so I had a late night. Absolutely brilliant, it's set in Glasgow and is about the lives of a bunch of pensioners. It's very bawdy with plenty of colourful language as you'd expect. I'm ashamed to say I'm still laughing about one part where one old chap is walking across the room with a very full chamber pot and trips over a ruck in the carpet and throws the contents of the pot all over his pal sat in an armchair in the corner! Sorry! Really I am!

Oh dear! Big Bob from River City had a small part in it too, but he was nowhere near as big as he is in River City. Why is it called Still Game? I think it's to emphasise the fact that no matter how old you are, you can still have a good laugh and you are still in the game of life being a full player; until you are dead of course! It's another message to me to get on with it and grab my opportunities.

Track? Here's one from one of my favourite artists, Tinsley Ellis - Still In The Game