And the beat goes on...

After watching Withnail and I for the umpteenth time, I feel the need to put key to electronic notepad. Carmenère flows, the log fire burns slowly, and Poppy snores quietly on the next sofa as the temperature plummets outside. The weather's mad, but England is much the same. I worry about the Duke of Edinburgh, long live the dear Duke. There's so much of interest occurring - beautiful Zimbabwe, will democracy prevail? The Olympic flame - don't disrupt the games - they mean so much to China, and believe me the protests are having the desired effect - despite what many would have you believe China is listening, Blogger, BBC and Youtube are all unblocked as of last week, journalists are being allowed in as never before, and China is listening. But ruin the games and we burn those bridges. Send a message but support the Olympic ideals. There are 1.3 billion Chinese with proud hearts making these games happen. The hunt for a flat continues. I've seen a couple of nice places near Baker Street and in Little Venice. I'm a world record holder by the way, for the largest emsemble playing the kazoo. Next task is job. First up though, is seeing Grandpa Cliff in Sheringham, then heading down to Dorset with Will to visit Hall and woodhouse, aka Badger Breweries. They seem to have a couple of new beers, Hopping Hare and Poachers Choice. Cases are up 50% in price on their website though. Tomorrow it's going to snow.