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Tuesday, August 31, 2004 Night Thoughts Well, here I am, about to enjoy the rest of my summer holiday, and this is my first midweek night-time post for a month. In fact it is not quite 11.30, so it isn't very late, but I am still yawning my head off. Obviously having spent a whole month leaping enthusiastically (not) out of bed at 6.45 every morning, I am not going to be able to start enjoying my customary late nights for a week or so yet. Yesterday was the last morning of the course and it is always very hectic, as the boys and girls abandon their previous relatively good behaviour and start charging round the place like maniacs. They finally go home around 1, and then the teachers clear up, put their things away, and repair to (a) a bar; then (b) a restaurant, and later on about half the number who went to the restaurant repair to (c) a nearby traffic-free square where there are a number of terrazas, i.e. little bars with huge numbers of chairs and tables outside. Arrival at point (c) is usually between four and five, and as it is a tradition going back many years, it has been known to end between four and five the next morning. Whether it did last night, I don’t know, though I imagine not, as when I left at about half past eight there were only four people still there. I wandered homeward, feeling tired, slightly sloshed but quite content. I crashed into bed and slept soundly until the alarm, which I had omitted to reset, shrilled into life at 6.45. Foolishly, I decided to get up, fondly imagining that I’d get loads of stuff done. But I haven’t. I’ve felt too sleepy most of the time to do much more than read and play around with various aspects of my computer, and tinker with one of my Powerpoint quizzes. I’ve also been keeping a weather eye open on the various football pages for news of the hoped-for last-minute Charlton signings, but with hope failing fast, I eventually paid a visit to All Quiet in the East Stand where I learned that there aren’t going to be any, as recounted on the link through to the Charlton page. As my friend the Inspector so rightly says, oh, bugger. Bed now. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell the story of the nice motherly lady at Boots, and matters arising... posted by Jonathan Blake @ 23:44 0 comments 0 Comments: Post a Comment << Home Reference Links Frankie Valley All Quiet in the East Stand (Inspector Sands) Addicks Championship Diary (Wyn Grant) New York Addick Livescore Charlton Athletic FC Latest Posts Late Extra Imperial What? Charlton 3-0 Aston Villa What can they have meant? Off the Mark Worse for Some Sulking Thank You for Not Smoking Madrid Afternoons Hay in the Sunshine - Archives - May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 March 2008 April 2008 free hit counter About Me Name: Jonathan Blake Location: Argüelles, Madrid West, Spain "Jonathan Blake" came into being when I was supplementing my teaching salary by editing a small tourist magazine which was distributed free every month to visitors at a five-star hotel in the centre of Madrid. The production and layout were all done by non-English speakers, and that meant that all the writing had to be done by me. My own name appeared as editor and also over what I regarded as the best piece of the month. "Jonathan Blake" (the first name and surname of two acquaintances from university) was the name I made up (I thought then, and still do, that it has a nice ring to it) for second-best pieces and general features. It's nice to be able to resurrect Jonathan after all this time to help me out with the writing.... View my complete profile
Well, here I am, about to enjoy the rest of my summer holiday, and this is my first midweek night-time post for a month. In fact it is not quite 11.30, so it isn't very late, but I am still yawning my head off. Obviously having spent a whole month leaping enthusiastically (not) out of bed at 6.45 every morning, I am not going to be able to start enjoying my customary late nights for a week or so yet. Yesterday was the last morning of the course and it is always very hectic, as the boys and girls abandon their previous relatively good behaviour and start charging round the place like maniacs. They finally go home around 1, and then the teachers clear up, put their things away, and repair to (a) a bar; then (b) a restaurant, and later on about half the number who went to the restaurant repair to (c) a nearby traffic-free square where there are a number of terrazas, i.e. little bars with huge numbers of chairs and tables outside. Arrival at point (c) is usually between four and five, and as it is a tradition going back many years, it has been known to end between four and five the next morning. Whether it did last night, I don’t know, though I imagine not, as when I left at about half past eight there were only four people still there. I wandered homeward, feeling tired, slightly sloshed but quite content. I crashed into bed and slept soundly until the alarm, which I had omitted to reset, shrilled into life at 6.45. Foolishly, I decided to get up, fondly imagining that I’d get loads of stuff done. But I haven’t. I’ve felt too sleepy most of the time to do much more than read and play around with various aspects of my computer, and tinker with one of my Powerpoint quizzes. I’ve also been keeping a weather eye open on the various football pages for news of the hoped-for last-minute Charlton signings, but with hope failing fast, I eventually paid a visit to All Quiet in the East Stand where I learned that there aren’t going to be any, as recounted on the link through to the Charlton page. As my friend the Inspector so rightly says, oh, bugger. Bed now. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell the story of the nice motherly lady at Boots, and matters arising...
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"Jonathan Blake" came into being when I was supplementing my teaching salary by editing a small tourist magazine which was distributed free every month to visitors at a five-star hotel in the centre of Madrid. The production and layout were all done by non-English speakers, and that meant that all the writing had to be done by me. My own name appeared as editor and also over what I regarded as the best piece of the month. "Jonathan Blake" (the first name and surname of two acquaintances from university) was the name I made up (I thought then, and still do, that it has a nice ring to it) for second-best pieces and general features. It's nice to be able to resurrect Jonathan after all this time to help me out with the writing....
View my complete profile