Rumbled

I wanted to take a picture of Skydock, the weapons testing facility about a mile away from my home. I pulled up outside and got the camera out: and the gate came up to reveal a security van. I beat a hasty retreat.

Every so often we hear an alarm, and shortly afterwards explosions violent enough to shake the house occur. Apparently although they can actually move the earth from under my feet, I am unable to take an image to show you. Bastards.

So I drove round the corner and snapped this. I was aiming to catch a Skydock hangar in the right of the shot, but I have a weak lens and therefore it didn't happen. Instead you have an odd little bridge and a ditch supported by some moody sky. I'd like to say I'd planned something but again I didn't.

Busy day, dropped a shower off at my mate Pedros then got on with a music quiz for my Mum's family birthday bash tonight. I do 15 intros and 15 bonus questions. So the intro might be James, Laid and the question 'Recently Jordan has been getting Laid; but what was the name her her cage fighter ex'. I'm a bit anal so love making the quizzes, and the family are big game fans.

All this has happened to a backdrop of Lincoln and Barnet (currently losing 2-0) on Radio Lincolnshire.

Yesterday I went and did a big shop. I never normally do, I just buy as I need from the local Cost cutters. However yesterday I hit Tesco's and spent sixty beer tokens on food and other household stuff. How expensive is produce these days? I got a pack of lamb, one of chicken and some mince for a £10 deal: this is Tesco meat we are talking about, 50% meat and 50% water / sweepings from the floor. I found myself hunting all the offers, but it's never on good stuff is it? I wanted Lloyd Grossman sauces (the man knows a pasta sauce) but instead ended up with a brand called Napoli. I even bought Tesco Value Mozzarella, which is value by being a: in boring packaging and b: actually being 25% lighter than the more expensive stuff. Well done Tesco.

Bastards. I hate Tesco. They make everything so convenient and easy, petrol and food, newspapers and CD's. It's mad, I never venture onto a High Street anymore, and I hate that. I don't want low quality Tesco meat, I want nice butchers stuff. Trouble is the butcher isn't close to a petrol station, or a paper shop. So why waste time? Grrrrrrrrrr.

The clubcard points are good though. Not that I collect mine, I always lose my card. Apparently I can get an app on my HTC Desire that would allow me to use my phone to collect them. How ironic. I can store my clubcard points on my phone, but can't make a fricking phone call.

In fact last night my phone sent every message stored in the 'not sent' folder from the last month. At nine on a Friday my Dad got a text saying '2-0 City', my friend Alison got 'Merry Christmas' and my brother got one saying 'I'll be round in five minutes, do you still need Olive Oil?'

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