The journey there and back was made incredibly entertaining by my dad-in-law’s zero-tolerance for any driving-related tomfoolery by fellow road users. Such actions are met with a rolled down window and a stream of verbal abuse, punctuated by expletives. Road rage rules.

It was sunny when we got there, which was nice. Got to mill around and take photos of the pretty planes, then found a nice spot to watch the air show. With the Red Arrows visible in the distance, the aerial display was about to start. And bang on cue, there was a thunderclap, and then it rained. A lot. We braved about 5 displays before the lightning bolts and torrential rain saw us take shelter in some corporate hospitality tent. (Capacity: 50, but with about 150 surplus commoners like ourselves piling in when the weather got shit.) We were shooed back out into the rain by a very apologetic steward, waited behind a door for a minute, then strolled back in. We ended up watching the rest of the show from there, to avoid the intermittent showers.

Seeing as the weather was so shit for the aerial display, I’ve had to do some hardcore Photoshopping to get the pictures looking decent. Shitty lighting and underexposed shots galore, I’m afraid.

I am pleased to say I have a holiday coming up – 4 weeks of doing nothing. Glorious.

I got a new Pentax ist DL2 digital SLR camera the other day. It is the proverbial dogs bollocks. Brand new art-wank photo galleries coming soon…

My effort to shift some of my paunch has withered into nothing, again. It’s just too hot lately to exercise! Comfortable and bellied beats knackered and toned.

I had a work experience kid start this week. Less said the better. On his second day he got me into trouble by arriving early, then going to find my boss (interrupting a big meeting) and asking if he’d log him in. Which made me look like a total schmuck.

I am going home to Wales for all of 30 hours this weekend. The Joe Calzaghe fight I’d booked to see was put off (but the rest of the card wasn’t). I managed to cancel the tickets but my seats on the coach there and back were non-refundable. So I figured I’d go home anyway, seeing as I’d paid for them…

I was in Tesco this lunchtime and observed the 2 minute silence there. Not the most tasteful location but there you go. I could have gone to Russell Square or Tavistock Square (as both are about 5 minutes from my office) but I’m knackered and look a right state, so didn’t want to be an unwitting extra for a live Sky News/BBC/ITN/CNN broadcast…

Actual quote overheard:

Person A: Why kill innocent people? They should bring back the death penalty.
Person B: For who?
Person A: The bombers
Person B: The bombers died
Person A: How?
Person B: They were suicide bombers [long pause] that means they blew themselves up too…
Person A: Ohhhhhh riiiiiight.

For those of you who watch Big Brother, there is an unintentionally hilarious photo of Nikki (a few moments prior to entering the house) doing the rounds at the moment.

What’s the first thing you notice about this photo? The enormous plane just a few feet above the beach?

Me? I spotted the topless bird to the right.