Simple things; nearly missed the connecting train from East Croydon cos of train pfaffing. Was charging my phone in first class while i sat outside it. Hove is just three stops from East Cro. Sat briefly at the beach; the unbroken view counter from Bank cityscape; the air clears the head. Crossed paths with a seagull on the pavement near Hove station. An open top bus past the coastline, down the A road, in the woods. Hippies Are Us down the farm; kids in bare feet, tractors, hens. My companions there are in their late 70s but still full of vim. Shared Cheddars ale snacks. Spices and splices; cardamom, organic Bulgarian rosewater, palm spices, coriander and Indian jaggery. There was storytelling, performance poetry. Back in by 8pm; didn't see the Froch Groves fight. Froch proposed to his nice looking fiance in the ring with a ring; you have to fight to win the right woman over.
Gambhir's arrogance will catch up with him today as Kings 11 (sounds like a film; Maxwell can be George Clooney) who regularly score 200+ will administer a frightful ass kicking on Gautam downtown. If Sehwag doesn't get you, Miller will, if he doesn't Bailey will.