Super Saturday

Today was a beautiful day after days of inclement weather. It was a bright sunny and still day which we enjoyed by having a family day out. This was at the suggestion of the children-no arm twisting required.

Part one was a trip to Kilbirnie to watch MSP play their local rivals Poneke. The Marist boys won of course.

Part two was a celebratory pint and chips at ‘The Brewery’. The game was worth celebrating and Sara is still celebrating the return of her freedom post PhD submission.

Part three was to order the take-away curry.

What more do you want in life?

That wedding

We did not go celebrate but to enjoy the party.

Sara went as ‘his’ brother in army gear by borrowing Joe’s kit, including his boots.

I wore a circa 77 T shirt with my hair gelled and sprayed red. However the children told me there was so little hair that it was difficult to actually gel it, and that it was more a spraying of scalp than hair. My jeans were ripped but the trainers did not look so authentic.

The party was good fun, and watching a lot of numpties standing on the streets of London was bearable. New Zealand seems to be interested without being too carried away. That is something at least.

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb
God save the queen
She ain’t no human being
There is no future
In England’s dreaming
Don’t be told what you want
Don’t be told what you need
There’s no future, no future,
No future for you