A couple of Fridays ago, I was a bit on the tipsy side and agreed that me and Colin would go to watch the match yesterday at Histon.  It was Kendo’s testimonial match, playing against Micky Quinn’s Allstars, who consisted of Spidermonkey, on the subs bench until some point in the second half, some ex-players and other such jackies.

Histon won, the final score being something like 11-2.  Micky Quinn was fat, was round, he bounced on the ground.

There were beers afterwards in the bar (as opposed to the beers during, in the stands, and beforehand, in the Railway Vue, which will shortly be changing its name to the Guided Busway Vue).

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I’ve signed up to Twitter. It’s all James’ fault for posting this post I’m still not convinced by it—what the point of it is. I suppose it’s like James says: it’s like the Facebook status thing. I think this sort of thing would be better if I could text for free from my mobile. As it is, all you’ll see are updates of what I’m doing at my pooter, I suppose. Or what I’m going to be doing when I finally leave my pooter.

Normally, when the Hubster leaves for work in the morning, I’m still in bed snuggled up with the cat. She likes that, but this morning, it was different.

This morning, I got up at 7 to make the Hubster his breakfast - a posh bacon butty - because he was to run in the Cambridge Fun Run round the Science Park later, and the website says to make sure you have your breakfast that day. So I made sure he had his breakfast.

The cat noticed I was not in position, and was most disgruntled by this. She decided the way to sort it out would be to run round the house like a loon, going, “maaow” occasionally. After the Hubster had finished eating, I went upstairs to see to the cat. She was at the far side of her double bed in her bedroom, and came straight over to me when I went in the room, and purred a lot. Then, she jumped onto the floor and led me to my bedroom door, where she waited to make sure I was following, then she went round the other side of the bed, which is where she tends to jump up from for some strange furry reason, and I got on the bed and looked down at her and she immediately jumped up and implied she’d like me to get into bed again so she could snuggle up. I complied, and she snuggled. We stayed there for really quite some time.

Later, I noticed that the fun run was due to start soon, so I got ready quickly and cycled up to the Science Park, which smells a bit chemically these days, to watch. I was just behind the start line when they started, so I kind of saw the start. After loitering to see if I could see the Hubster in the throng of people outside Cambridge Consultants, where the start line is (I couldn’t), I went up to Accelrys, where there were a few spectators, some of who I know, lurking for moral support.

Accelrys were putting out two relay teams, one all boys, and one mixed (three girls and one boy). Becky was running in the mixed team, and the Hubster was propping up the rear of the boys’ team. Also in the Hubster’s team (028) were Kevin, James and Paul “Psycho” Sykes. Also in Becky’s team (029) were Toby, Elizabeth and Monica, all shown below, after the race was finished and they’d all got their breath back.

The weather was good for the event - fine, dry and sunny, with no wind or rain or anything. It wasn’t even that cold, as you might expect for the middle of November in England.

Hopefully, all the runners have made lots of money for charidee.

I had a supervision today. It made up for the one I missed last week because of Henry breaking down. My supervisor was in Cambridge today anyway, so he came to my house. That was weird, and I tidied up specially!

He said last time we actually had a supervision, I was a particularly funny colour- because of having been ill - and clearly still being a bit ill! At least it shows I wasn’t making being ill up, anyway.

I’ve been to the pub this evening because it was John’s birthday. There was only me, the Hubster and Spider out, but there was good crack. Aye, lots of it.

I believe it’s now past my bedtime.

We were talking about Wiis in the pub last night. Damo and Ang have just got one, The Hubster wants one. Ang said they’re a lot cheaper now, so I looked on Amazon, and there they are, all reduced:

Reduced by a whole Earth penny.

Timmy had left by the time I had the ginger beer. It was very nice indeed. Very gingery.

Yes, it’s that time of year again, when Jesus Green hosts yet another Cambridge Beer Festival. I had some Golden n’ Eye, which was nice - golden, as the name suggests, light and summery; something else; possibly something else; then some French perry (Uren Foxwhelp; John said it was what it sounded like) with an unknown ABV; some Norfolk Cider Company cider, which I believe is what we had on our honeymoon, in Norfolk, purchased at the Humpty Dumpty brewery shop; then Malcolm told me about the ginger beer: Ginger, from the Marble brewery. I might try the Sly Fox next time - that’s more subtly gingery.

Not that I have a thing about ginger at the moment, of course

We wanted to include all our friends, male and female, all at once, so we had a joint Hen and Stag Night, which we called a Hag Night.

We went for beers in the Mitre, then sushi at Teri-Aki (mine had no less than 7 ingredients, it said on the menu!), then beers at the Pickerel, then beers at the Mitre. There was no carnage, just a nice evening and a catch-up with people I haven’t seen for ages. I didn’t get to talk to everyone, though, but it was nice that they all came.