Sea Bass, Schemes and City
Well, the Great Sea Bass Experiment of 2007 passed without major incident. I cooked dinner for Tamsin using hitherto untried ingredients without the need for a meeting of the government’s emergency COBRA committee in response. Paul Newman and Steve McQueen were not required to reprise their roles in The Towering Inferno, and there were no light aircraft emptying tons of water over a mile-square area of flaming Prestwich. Whether or not the incident passed off without food-poisoning will become clear in the coming days.
This afternoon I am attending a Council meeting about ”I’m a Councillor, get me out of here!” which is not a documentary about our collective feelings at the Council meeting last Wednesday night, but is in fact a scheme to engage young people with local democracy and their Councillors. I must say that at present I know little more about it than that, but I will be briefed later and can report back tomorrow.
And then this evening I am going to see Manchester City. In a fit of madness in the wake of my election victory, I decided that I’d treat myself to some Premiership football, and bought a pair of season tickets. Given that City managed to score a whopping 10 home goals all last season means that I am not expecting Brazil, but it should be an entertaining way to let off some steam on occasion. Worryingly I can see myself starting to care about the team, which will put me on the road to a lifetime of disappointment. But, as an active member of the third party in a two party system, I suppose I am halfway there already…
Rick
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