So what is the collective noun for Volcanologists? Or the spelling I prefer because it has connotations of something Other Worldly, Vulcanologists. Never have so many of these experts in volcanos' been on the telly before. Spouting forth, in manner reminiscent of their expertise, on the current Icelandic erruption. Every bulletin brings forth another of these folk. From all Universities and Seats of Learning, they are sliding like molten lava into our lives. I never knew there was so many!
Is Sunday, and last night at pub was well up to expectations with very very good female singer called Vicki. Has voice much better than most of the candidates on X Factor etc. Pub spellbound at her rendition of Wild Horses. For some strange reason we all sang 'We'll Meet Again' at one point. Felt a bit as though something cataclysmic was about to occur. Still, spirit of Dunkirk and all that.
After an hour of umming and aahing I finally decided could Just Get Away with wearing black leggings. I have castigated women of a certain age for wearing these, possibly in a previous blog. However, after surfing the net for reassurance from various fashion pundits, I summoned up my courage and donned them. Of course I wasn't alone. Mrs Rosy Mateus was also wearing leggings, and she as you know, is my heroine. Also she jives very well. Pub again packed to capacity. Hurrah! Two sat sadly with bandaged face and oozing wound on chin, mustering Sad But Brave Smile every now and then. People enquired as to how these injuries had occurred, and of course he said I attacked him with poker. Home 1 am, with first signs of back strain. Should never have done the Twist.
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