Pace on Earth

Green, Green Grass of Home

So we made it back last night in time to hit the clubhouse for a beer and a chance to recap the tour with the boys. When asked how it was all I could tell them was that it was great. That was quickly followed by me imploring them all to start organizing another tour that I can be a part of. I'm not sure if I mentioned this but being on tour is the best.

As for my impressions of Wales; well there was far less Tom Jones playing than I expected. The Big Book of British Smiles is probably due for another volume from Wales and I still can't figure out if it's an orthodondist's dream or nightmare. But the fact that I can say that indicates a pretty happy people. Friendly as well. Bottom line I was visting a place that was pretty much identical to the place I left. So much so that the most memorable quote of the trip was memorable for it's unmemorability (I think I just made up that word): Bored teenage girl at the bus stop - "Iss Mondee init?" Equally bored man she was talking to - "Yeah, Mondee". He pushed his hands deeper in his pockets and rocked back on his heals while she lit a smoke. Mondees are Mondays after all.

From all reports I got my week away saw the arrival of summer. Hot and sticky as it should be. It's raining again today so it would appear that summer is already over. On the plus side my lawn is lush so this song makes perfrect sense today:

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 5:09 p.m.