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| All aboard the Vengabus |
The venga bus is coming, it would be rude not to get on it. Even though I’m a few years off from getting a biddy bus pass, I haven’t forgotten how to rave on.
Age is only a number. And by next weekend, my knee/hip/butt will be telling me it’s a nine out of ten on the Pain-O-Meter.
Up then down. Up then down. We like to PARRRRTAAY!!!
| Scissor Sisters were also great |
Summer is now officially over. Thank **ck. It’s rained (yay!). Cooler temperatures are hopefully on the horizon. Goodbye heatwave, hello tsunami. Happiest when I’m wearing my cagoule and not feeling like a roast-in-the-bag chicken without one. Finally, I can open the lounge curtains to look out at … clouds. And dead plants. Gardening is back on the agenda.
But before I ditch festival fripperies for garden fork, I’m devoting 15 minutes of my day to numbers because life’s all about maths. (And spreadsheets).
160 – the number of days since I left work to embark on my retirement odyssey. It’s been brilliant! I’ve not missed the drudgery of it all one iota or been back to see old colleagues because when you’re retired every day feels like a weekend.
56 – days to The Budget on 28 October. Horrible Healey’s replaced Rachel from Accounts. Will we see any relief from the tax burden foist upon us over the past few years or is it more of the same to come?
14 – days to the Bank of England’s next meeting to discuss interest rates, the BOE’s last knees up before The Budget. Andy Pandy had better hope they don’t decide to raise the base rate in anticipation of an inflationary spike. If they do, it’ll be a case of what comes soonest - Christmas or a recession?
114 – and that leads on nicely to number of shopping days before the big C. That is if you have any money left because the previous two points are going to deflate your financial headroom quicker than that inflatable unicorn you bought for the beach.
4.6 – kilos. When Bertie joined our household some years ago, he was a proper fat cat weighing in at a massive 10.1 kilos. Thanks to a diet of expensive cat kibble, his weight has reduced in direct correlation to my bank balance. Honestly, although I love my eggy-fart moggy there are times when I think it would be cheaper to turn him into catsu curry. Bertie! Why are you looking at me with kitty daggers?
2.45 – hours to my next visit to the Joint Pain Programme. This is like AA for the arthritic. Recommended by my physio as an alternative to medical intervention because let’s face it, the health service is going the same way as dentistry. ‘Motion is lotion’ utters our ‘rehab’ specialist as she drills a class full of octogenarians through an exercise routine designed around tortoises. I’m the youngest there. My pulse rate rarely gets higher than that of a cucumber and if the motion is ‘lotion’ then my aching joints are in desperate need of some WD40.
1 - week since I heeded the message from the clergy inviting me to pay homage to the Papa at his screening of '2 Big to Rig', the movie premiere of Ghost's world tour gig filmed in Mexico. Awesome! Gutted I missed getting tickets to see his Infernal Holiness in the flesh - busy holidaying in Munich at the time but watching this film more than made up for it.
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| Ghost movie - amazing! |
361 – days to next year’s Victorious Festival. Yep, the tickets are already on sale although headline acts haven’t even been booked because these days, music festivals are just glorified piss-ups with takeaways. If you’re lucky, you may even get to hear some decent bands. Or the Vengaboys.
The venga bus is coming. Waa Haay! Up then down. Up then down.
We like to parrrrttaayy!!

