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I like motorcycling in my sleep too. I so love motorcycling. On my old Kawasaki. Not enough waking hours in the day to enjoy all the motorcycling I like to do. So I got to do it in the night time. Rrrrrummm rrrrummm.
It was my wife’s turn at the evil dentists, so we both headed into town to get a bit of shopping done and some of our teeth attacked with a drill. Apparently they offered her no injection as well, but she took the drugs. Proving, I think, that what I went through last week was more painful than childbirth. And it was pimpsy. My wife is such a wuss (remembers birth of second child, retracts this comment).
Lots of chores today, including going to pick up a Christmas tree for the annual pine holocaust. I popped down to the local garden centre and had to try and estimate how high my lounge ceiling is and how much tree I could get in my car and look like I was knowledgable about what made a good Christmas tree. By chance I think we got quite a good one, and it fitted in the car and is a good six inches from touching the ceiling. So I rock.
Phoebe came home from nursery to find a huge tree standing at a 15 degree angle as we’d failed to get it properly into the stand we owned already. She is young enough to accept everything as normal, whilst still being bedazzled by anything new. There’s a tree in the house - I don’t have enough experience to know if that is that unusual, but let’s put some tinsel on it.
The house may be more or less ready for Christmas and it’s going to be exciting to celebrate in our new home. Though tonight there was a bit of excitement/dread, when Catie noticed the house was getting cold and the radiators weren’t on. I went out to look at the boiler and it was flashing with an error warning and not working. Despite only being months old. I searched for the instruction manual, firstly in cupboards and then online, but could only work out how to reset the boiler. Luckily, this seemed to work, though I spent the rest of the night worrying that we might not have heating for Christmas or that the house might be about to explode.
But it seems that my “repair†has worked for now. And we’re still here and still vaguely warm (though not sure this old house is ever going to feel hot.
The Oh Frig I’m 50 dates are now all on sale, with my massive London date at Queen Elizabeth Hall (where we will be filming the show) finally up on the website. It’s my only London date so book quickly cockerknees and
book here.
All the rest of
the tour dates are here and the Cheddar gig even has an online booking page now. Which is the only unblocked webpage in the whole of Somerset and still considered as unwholesomely pornographic.
Only 2 more days to become
a founder member of Drip and get the extra bonuses of the pdf book downloads and entry into the draw to win my Lannister notebook with all my RHLSTP notes, emergency questions and guest autographs (the Slytherin book sold for over £1000)
