August 4th, 2008

black king

Yes, it's me again

Viv met me in Chester on Friday night and we went home. A fairly quiet
night. Saturday morning over to Liverpool, where it was Viv's turn to
give blood. And on the way home, off to the Co-op for a trip which
proved only a limited success: no streaky bacon at all, no
semi-skimmed milk except in tiny cartons. In the afternoon, we took a
leisurely walk to look at furniture, where we discovered that Viv's
ideal sofa has nothing in common with my or Chris's ideal sofa. But we
did get a takeaway curry.
I had finished writing my sermon in the afternoon and delivered it at
the 10.30 service. 2 Kings 4:18-37. An ideal choice: the death of a
son. Yet, difficult as it was, it was well received by many and more
people thanked me than I remember doing in the past. I'll post a copy
of it shortly. Salmon for lunch, a snooze in the afternoon and then
off to the evening service.
All the time, people are asking how Christopher is and it's hard to
answer. The answer is that he is responding very well to the treatment
but he has good days and bad days, and there are other details not for
By now, I'm on my way to Crewe and London. That is all.
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black king

Reasonably painless

09.40 and I'm already on a train at Euston Square, so I should be all
set for a ten o'clock start unless something stupid happens on the
Metropolitan Line. But where are all the people? Scarcely anyone on
the train, scarcely anyone waiting at KXSP. Or is this train just a
minute behind a late running one?
A day at work, then off to check in, drop my bag off and get changed
before coming back into the City for The Alarm. I recently discovered
that Mike Peters, lead for The Alarm, is in remission from CLL
leukaemia. But the show is several hours away. Liverpool Street
station, on the other hand, is less than a minute away!
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black king

What a magnificent show

What a magnificent show. The sound system was less than perfect,
however, and finding myself at the very front didn't help things. But
it was all a very thrilling show, but quite different in feel from the
Royal Court (Liverpool, 1984?) and the Odeon (Birmingham, 1986?)
though the music was largely the same. 68 Guns live is still something
very special, though a lot of the others were great too. Where were
you hiding when the storm broke? Spirit of '76. That's enough to make
it worth the price.
On the other hand, it wasn't worth losing my hearing for, so I
fervently hope and pray that my somewhat impaired hearing is largely
recovered by the morning.
For the benefit of anyone wondering, tonight's evening meal was a 12"
reggae reggae chicken sub.
But for now, it's a free trip from Oxford Circus to Wembley Stadium
via Marylebone.
While we were in Brussels in March, we walked down a major and famous
shopping street late at night and remarked how quiet it was. Viv said
it would be the same walking down Oxford Street late at night and
tonight I am able to confirm that this is indeed true.
It has been a long day and I don't think I will need much rocking
tonight. Goodnight, children, wherever you are.
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