July 26 2014 Latest news:
No sooner had I finished my performance in Panama hat and linen jacket as Sir John Betjeman on Felixstowe seafront than I heard someone mutter under their breath: “He looks like a lardier version of the Del Monte man. Do you think he’s got some pineapple juice?” I struggled not to take umbrage, though I was so thirsty in the oppressive heat – despite the sea breezes of Felixstowe, where I enjoy the benefit of a small flat with sea views (distant) – that a pineapple juice would have been welcome.
There’s nothing more English than a game of tennis.
I’ve got a wedding rehearsal next week.
Well that’s it for Monday’s off for a while.
So, and isn’t it irksome this trend for starting sentences with so, there’s no getting away from it.