A very productive day and overall a very successful weekend. I got everything done, I set out to do. So here I am on Sunday evening, coming up to 10pm watching Stephen Fry On America on BBC1. Quite a lot to mention and cover and many things which I think most readers will be both surprised and proud that I actually got around to completing. Saturday meant an early start, I was out of bed around 8am (or just after) and after breakfast, I watched a bit of television before heading out at 9am. I went to get my haircut at the barbershop down the road. It was quite busy at that time of day but I did not have to wait. While I was getting my haircut, in almost complete silence (an alien environment even for quiet old me) I got thinking. Hairdressing is a profession dominated by women, however the best hair stylists are all men! The same can also be said about cooking. Do you not agree? Women generally do the cooking, but the best chefs are male? Am I wrong? If so please correct me, it is just an observation and no evidence to feed reports that I am an prehistoric male chauvinist. After my haircut, I was heading back to the flat but decided to head over to into town. I wanted to pick up some padded envelopes from Poundland. Then I headed back to my flat in the rain and was at the base of the mountain of work I had to do. I got in, had a shower, sorted out my clothes and put on a load of washing. I also then sat down to watch a bit of television on the computer while also reading my daily blogs, checking Facebook and updating my Twitter feed. My plan for the day was much like this, to watch Click and then Football Focus before getting on with the rest of the chores. I would listen to Five Live on the computer and then start vacuuming the flat. I had the vacuum on in the lounge, so I missed the first goal, but was on my PC to hear the second and jumped around for joy! By then I had switched from Digital TV Radio feed to Five Live online (but I had to download Real Player 10 Gold first!). Sounded like a great game and I was really looking forward to catching the highlights on Match Of The Day. The rest of the afternoon was a bit strange, I got clothes out of the washing machine and put them out (on my stand) to dry and then was a bit at odds with what to do. I had some soup for lunch around 2pm and then had a few bits and pieces to do. I put together the packages for Dave and Bhav. Dave had given me four DVD’s on Sunday but only two of them had been empty, so I had to use a couple of my own but never mind. Once I had completed the production, it was quite late into the afternoon, so I decided I was tired of having spent so long on the computer and retired to the lounge. I watched Final Score on BBC1 before drifting off into a very light sleep. When I got up, I decided to jump back on the computer for a short while before Harry Hill’s TV Burp. As the show was coming to an end, I put a pizza in the oven for dinner and then sat down for The X Factor. Where you as shocked by the result as me? From my news feed on Facebook, so were many of my friends! Then after MOTD, I recorded the highlights of Arsenal versus Manchester United, I put on the movie I had been trying to watch all week. I saw the trailer at the cinema months ago and wondered whether it would be a just a modern day spy spoof (in the style of Austin Powers). It was actually a lot worse toilet humour than that. I am referring to Don’t Mess With The Zohan starring Adam Sandler. The plot was not the main draw, it was the comic performance of Sandler and also the clever way of bringing the Middle East conflict to downtown New York. Would I have gone to the cinema to see it? No, it was not that good. It made you laugh out loud every ten minutes or so. The ironic moment was that Zohan is a big fan of Mariah Carey, the theme for The X Factor show this week. She also has a minor cameo towards the end of the movie (even singing the first few lines of the national anthem). It was funny and at times very funny but in the end, totally forgettable stuff. Not the type of movie that you would discuss with a work colleague around the water cooler. (Coincidently, our water cooler is not working and we are still waiting for an engineer to arrive). Sunday turned out to be even busier than Saturday. I got up just before 8am and pretty much after a quick breakfast headed straight for the gym. I left the gym at before 9.20am and back at my flat, it was domestic chore number three. Ironing, I’m not a big fan, I was told during my Uni days that I was too slow. I just like taking my time. I ironed all my shirts just before the Service of Remembrance at the Cenotaph in Whitehall, London. During the two minutes silence, I grabbed my grandfather’s medals frame from the wall and stood reflecting on what could have been, if he had lived a few years longer.

Second load of washing loading into the machine and I finished off ironing my shirts, then I had to get ready and head over to Thame for my piano lesson. I listened to Radio One part of the journey on the A43, and listened to Aled’s weekend anthem, which was the fantastic “Live Your Life” by T.I. featuring Barbados babe, Rihanna. They sample O Zone’s Dragostea din Tei, although a slight change to the chorus, due to failure to get copyright clearance. Some of you may not remember the Euro pop hit from the summer of 2004, so I have taken the liberty of providing you with a screen shot. If that does not help, (it most likely may not for most) then a pop over to You Tube, and you too will be singing the infectious chorus all day at work tomorrow!

I got over to Thame, a few minutes after 1pm. A good lesson and I promise that I will actually do some practice this week. After a quick lunch down the road in Hartwell, I headed back to Newbury. I got here for 6pm and after lounging around for a bit, watched the news and then Top Gear, now MOTD2 on BBC2. I am very tired and most likely will be off to bed when the show finishes. There you have it, you would have never thought a quiet weekend could be so exhausting. No wonder, Mum’s are heroes!