The winning team shall be the first team that wins

Bit of excitement outside the flat today.  Looked out the window and a huge chunk of the street was cordoned off with police tape.  According to the local paper, someone was attacked with a bladed weapon at 9:30 this morning.  By the time I got back from town, the cordon was gone.

Frank Turner released a live album yesterday.  It was not only recorded on the tour I went to see him on in November, it was the actual gig I was at.  Of course I bought it and listening to it (have done twice so far) and it really does bring back great memories.

Plus, it means that the individual songs are on YouTube.  which means I can share this one.  This specific version of this specific song was the most spiritual moment I had last year:

Apart from that, not much is happening really.  I used my instant pot to make spaghetti bolognaise the other day.  Not bad, but still tastes better cooked in the slow cooker.  I’ve also bought an instant pot cookbook, so just waiting for that to come through.

My new steampunk jacket arrived and I’ve had to return it.  Simply because it turns out the large would not fit over my stomach.  So, I’m getting a XXL instead.

My nephew and niece have taken up climbing the trees in their garden.  Which my brother can’t really give them into trouble for, because when he was their age he was constantly climbing trees as well.  Which mum wasn’t bothered by, no matter how much one neighbour told her about it.

I’m currently watching Bustival, a live streaming festival to help Vans for Bands, who are donating their tour busses to the NHS for staff to use.  Great music.

I’ll leave things there.  Stay safe and no injecting Domestos, no matter what anyone says.

Will