aargh... forgot to mention the most important event this weekend. whilst out drinking in Cheltenham on Fri night I got asked for ID at a nightclub!!!!! Admittedly the bloke didn't push the fact once I'd laughed and told him I was 31 but hey... it's the principle. Rock On!!!!!!

ouch...

I woke up this morning and wondered if, during my deep slumber, some devious dwarves had played tug of war, using my arms as the rope. I had no idea quite how forcefully I was holding onto the steering wheel of the go-kart yesterday until I tried to raise my hand at 7am to turn off my alarm and found I couldn’t. It’s agony. I can hardly move my hands to type this.

But at least I had fun I guess, although Mrs Hardy owes me a drink for unceremoniously ramming me into the tyres on the semi-finals. Her reinforcement of the “women driver” stereotype at that moment will no doubt have suffragettes spinning in their graves for the rest of the week. Although I’m just bitter as she beat me overall – revenge will be mine next year…..

Went out for dinner with Tim, a Sagga friend, last night and we were discussing the various difficulties of taking on a Chairman’s role within Sagga (theoretical I hasten to add, neither of us would actually want the job).

The question I had is what is the role is actually there to do – is it to manage the meetings but effectively allow the committee to steer the agenda and make the decisions. Is it to set the agenda yourself and get the committee to follow you? Or is it to simply act as a focal point and administrator to ensure that things do actually happen, it’s just your job to tie it all together. Not having been on the committee for many years it’s hard to remember how the process works. The one thing we both agreed on was it would be very difficult trying to manage a committee meeting where you are disagreeing with someone and they can effectively turn round and tell you to shut up because they’ve changed your nappy.

Now you don’t get that kind of problem in business and they don’t teach you how to deal with that on any training courses I have been on.

peace restored..

my hormones have returned to a normal level, the world breathes a sigh of relief. Spent a fab weekend relaxing with an old uni friend in London. Went to greenwich on a boat on the Thames and went to see Hero at the cinema which, despite my usual aversion to all things subtitled, I actually enjoyed a lot. The scenery was amazing, as were the fight scenes, although I didn't really warm to the characters, but this might be due to the subtitles. I'm told it was nowhere near as good as Crouching Tiger which I have on video and just haven't got round to watching so had better do so soon.

But enough culture I say, off to see Wimbledon at some point this week.... Paul Bettany....mmmmm..theres a ginger bloke for me to drool over, add him to the (small) list of sexy ginger men - which currently only exists of 1 other, Eric Stoltz (in his Memphis Belle/Some Kind of Wonderful stage rather than Mask or Pulp Fiction I hasten to add.....)

Ah the ginger gene is calling for reproduction.....