Day 509 - 15th August 2008

I went to see some other old friends today, following from yesterday's events this wasn't quite as extreme - I have seen them in the last four years or so.

I say friends, I think we may be related, but it doesn't matter - they are somewhat odd though. The visit was dull and filled with inane chatter, I went with my uncle who hadn't seen them for over ten years; he talked about how to cook different types of fish.

It is safe to say that this couple are screwed, constantly arguing and bickering amongst themselves, they have often been on the brink of divorce and now probably only the fear of what society would think of them holds them together as a married couple.

These are harsh and somewhat tragic things to say, but I tell the truth here simply to convey the atmosphere in the house - awkward. So, with Burton and Taylor on my right and Rick Stein to my left, I thought it best to steer clear of the freak show and keep quiet - which I did with dignity I think, especially when the guy, the husband that is, asked me if I thought all women were lying bitches. What a twat.

Anyway, weird or not weird, they are coming for dinner tomorrow; upon accepting the invite, the lady of the house informed us that 'she f**king hates going to other people's houses; see you tomorrow then!' Oh joy.

Off topic, it appears that Britain, great as she is, has won herself another gold medal in Beijing today - the male cyclists did something, I couldn't say what, but there was lots of pedalling, and they beat the French in a velodrome. However it happened and whatever you did to get there, well done guys.

I have spouted far too much again, but I should mention that today's picture is of a small art installation on a path near us here, made from the local spare roofing slates. It's a tree stump in case you can't make it out, and it's by a Chinese artist called Yang-Liu. So there we have it.