4th July

I went to the Biggin Hill Festival today, taking place at the recreation ground. I've gone in the past couple of years ostensibly because I love a tombola and there are so few opportunties to get involved in them in day to day life. My haul included two bags of sweets, an alarm clock, a small book about cats, a bottle of Pino Grigio, a small ceramic Jane Asher dish, a bottle of moisurising body cleanser and a Curly Wurly, now consumed. Having bought a raffle ticket, there's also an outside chance of winning what was described as "a wheelbarrow full of booze".

Last night, following Andy Barr's birthday celebrations at a pub in Wapping, Darren Maskell and I were caught in the mother of all lightning storms with little but the inanity of late night LBC on the radio for company.

Darren: Bloody hell. I think this is the night we're going to die, Richard.

But we survived. Now it's back off out into the heatwave.

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