A weekend in the Sun (makes a change)

As my weeks seem constantly to be changing (not that I’m complaining, it is also good to be busy) mu weekend was a little quitter. It began as I headed off to Bristol for an evening with Martin and Gary, recording next week’s radio show and generally being quite daft. Having not been to Chiswick for a while it was back to Chiswick on the Saturday. The signings have become far more about the social element than the event itself now, so breakfast with Ian and Jo is always something I Lok forward to (for the company, not just because it’s a great cooked breakfast). The signing itself was busy as ever, as I sat with Mo again so the time flew by as we nattered away. Mo was able to join us briefly for a drink in the pub which was nice, as was Adrian (remember him from the BFI before last dear reader?). It led to a rather more intellectual conversation than normal which I’m all for. Unlike usual I headed back to Cardiff, via Bristol on Saturday, although a little horse as Martin had found a greatest hits CD for the drive back.

Sunday is perhaps the real reason for this entry’s title as although it was sunny on Saturday, I didn’t see much of it, but I did see a lot more on Sunday as I drove down to Dorset. Having not seen Frank for well over a month it was lovely to catch-up with him. As ever a brilliant steak and ale pie was followed with a relaxing afternoon at Frank’s cottage, this time watching ‘The 39 Steps’, the original Hitchcock version I should add. Having seen the play on stage it was great to finally see where it all started, although I think the stage production was funnier, but then it’s not supposed to be a comedy is it. With the nice weather for a change, I found myself heading home in daylight (well for the first half the journey at least).