Had my first rehersal yesterday for Charlotte's theatre group. Not my particular favourite style of music, and I spent most of the evening playing bass (After all that work on my guitar!) but it was nice to be playing again. We did play a couple of songs by a Christian songwriter who I can't stand - there was a particular stage in my life when playing various bands for the Salvation Army where we would have to play his 'hit', as the person leading the service would throw it in as 'one the children' like - the song, however good it may have been, soon lost its appeal.
(I also showed the choral master my theory on a particular song by this songwriter and its uncanny resemblance to The Who's "Substitute" ..)
I've been asked to play for the Sunday 'Family services', which to be honest doesn't appeal to me whatsoever - especially when the music we'd be playing was described as 'happy-clappy'. I'm not, and have never been, happy-clappy ...
I had my regular lunchtime walk yesterday, this time heading over the river to Southwark. One of my collegues did mention that another collegue is convinced I go and do something illicit during my lunchtimes, so I now make a point of saying if you need me try my mobile, failing that call the reception at that hotel that charges by the hour ...
Other than a cathedral (Which I did nip into yesterday), Southwark also has 'Borough Market', which sells fruit, veg, fish, and meats. And potatoes since 1875...
Apparently there's been a market in one form or another since 1214, when it was originally on London Bridge. At the time, London Bridge was the only bridge in London that crossed the Thames, so the market and surrounding areas was the place to be for traders in the south of England to come and sell their goods in London.
And should Maria ever decide she wants to work in London, I found the perfect place for her ...
But it's the streets surrounding the market I like, Park Street in particular. It retains the old London look that I love, with the fronts pretty much untouched and the evidence of the old warehouse cranes remaining.
The building with the blue front still has the door on the 1st floor opening out to the street - this is where stock etc would have been winched in. The building with the blinds is 'Neal's Yard', a cheese shop of some repute.
Other than where it comes from (And I'm a bit hazy on that), I know nothing about cheese, but I will be visiting Neal's tomorrow to get Mia some strong chedder for Mother's Day! She can't find any strong enough in the supermarkets, and as I have THE cheese shop on my doorstep, it'll be rude not to get some from there.
Not your regular Mother's Day gift I know, but I'm a great believer in it's the thought that counts.
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I'm a great believer in Mother's and Father's Days having become an utter commercial rip-off and will be suggesting to my child that he/she does not indulge in them.
See, I can humbug with the best of them.
And you not happy clappy? Didn't have you down as a trad, Ed...
Yes Andy, I'm oh-so-trad ...
And the girls will be making cards, not buying them.
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