Thursday, 14 June 2012


Oh not another noisy soccer match thundering from the terrace downstairs - it seems it is one football championship after another every week. Wonder what it is this time.

Then the Olympics. Oh joy.

(Someone told me even some women are no longer immune from interest in sport these days. O tempora, o mores. Oh Times, Oh Daily Mail.)

It is getting too noisy in the new Old Town. The old Old Town used to be as quiet as the grave. It might be time for me to move. Still the disreputable terrace downstairs which has been done up at the behest of the City Hall does have a zest about it now on a hot summer evening. I should be sorry to leave the action even if I am becoming passive more than active.

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