East Angular

Last weekend I went with my mum to Southwold (in Suffolk, East Anglia) to visit my Grandmother. If you've never seen it mentioned in every sunday supplement ever printed, Southwold is a pleasant seaside town with lots of pleasant retired inhabitants and a very clean and pleasant beach.

Good Things About The Trip:
1) Seeing my Gran.
2) Seeing the cats.
3) Bracing walks and seaside air.
4) Successfully fixing a wheelbarrow. (Despite my impractical desk-bound occupation I am in fact capable of minor practical tasks.)

Bad Things About The Trip:
1) Getting covered in cat hair.
2) The pleasant seaside air was bloody freezing.
3) I failed to fix the other wheelbarrow.
4) My lack of stealth and lumbering mathematician's gait robbed me of the chance to mercilessly bludgeon a rat with a steel poker.

Good Things About The Bad Things:
1) I now have a nice jumper to fend off the freezing seaside air.
2) Wielding a steel poker in a potential man-versus-nature showdown left me feeling vital and energised for a good three minutes.

Since the trip I've just been wandering around York learning lots of maths.

Finally, a question about adverts. When did they make Barry Scott camp? Surely he had a hard enough time using someone else's voice to sell pink acid to the general public already, but now the people behind Cillit Bang have put him in marigolds and an apron.