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To London.
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Went there on an National Express coach. I have some complaints about the booking process, and the ticket which is a cluttered A4 PDF which led me to discover my little inkjet printer is starting to pine for the fjords, which wasn’t a problem because pinching to zoom and having the driver squint at one’s phone screen is OK, but how much nicer would be a proper “mobile ticket” like you get on trains. (Now I discover there’s an app, which allegedly supports adding a ticket to Apple Wallet. So I’ll use that next time.)
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Attended a recording of the tolerable Radio 4 parlour game, The Unbelievable Truth. What fun to see how the radio sausage is made, in a theatre full of Radio 4 listeners and/or enthusiasts of free entertainment. Would attend again.
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Bought a reduced-for-quick-sale packaged sandwich which happened to be gluten-free, and what a horrible sandwich it was, such bread. I’ll never take gluten for granted again.
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I can’t think of much else of interest from this week, so what about things from months ago I forgot to mention on here at the time.
For example. Watched an old (not that old) documentary about Nigel, owner of the number plate N2 GEL, and his nemesis Nigel, owner of the number plate N1 GEL. What silly men, I thought, and completely different to my thoughts about about whoever owns jo.sh from Saint Helena, and josh.ua from Ukraine, and another domain name earmarked for some project or other that I foolishly let expire this year.
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Flu jabbed.