equalizing the odds

Yesterday had a gingerbread latte. Then went to the Euston Flyer, Rocket, Bree Louise with Subway sandwiched (boom boom) between..footlong. Spoons at Baker Street where we offloaded a few Camra coupons. The Oxford Street lights were ok; the shop displays probably bettered them.

Sunday Chinese buffet in Croydon where i particularly enjoyed the tofu soup and orange jelly. My Beijing Olympics top went down well with the staff. Spread Eagle after to see loqacious Gus Poyet's first match as Brighton manager. Promising start; he might do good stuff. There with Maxi and his dad. Gales Winter Brew was yum. You also had the formidable Manny Pacquiao who made mincemeat of Ricky Hatton on the other screen 'where do i look?'

Sat was all about Deep Purple. Didn't catch much of the Eng Brazil match; it would be nice to beat the big teams. There was a nice sense of expectancy at Hammersmith for the headliners. The vocals have lost some of the bluster but we saw them. Dio next. Still rueing missing ZZ Top. Had a late one in Brixton thereafter; as a tight unit me and Helen are unstoppable.

The cat Tuffers was ousted from Strictly ahead of pegleg Rouass and Jade who didn't dance? How does that work?

Ed Wood-ward is no longer with us. The Wicker Man is one of the scariest films i've seen. Not as scary as his final resting place for the stars Eastenders but it'll suffice. There was also the mid 80's version of Harry Brown the Equalizer. I wanted to equalize the odds, the cards dealt to me but it's not going to happen.