Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Would have thought I'd learnt my lesson by now.
Don't do any shows before Crufts.
It'll be cold and wet and miserable. You'll be cold and wet and miserable. Don't do it.
So last weekend (the weekend before Crufts) off I went to the Shugborough Hall Game Fair.
And what a surprise! It was cold and wet and miserable.
The photo shows our aisle - doesn't look very well-trod, does it! - at 4.00pm on Saturday. Peak-time for homeward-bound shopping. Not.
The tents to the left and right have already shut up shop; the chappie in the middle is battling with a reluctant frame as he dismantles his fox caller stand. (We didn't see him on the Sunday.) (Wise man.)
So next year too you can expect pre-Crufts shows to be cold and wet and miserable.
Don't do them...
You know how it is when you ask for directions.
"Carrying on to the traffic lights then take a left. It's sign-posted 'A467'. Follow that road for about a mile or so then when you come to the roundabout take the B285. Keep going straight on and you'll come to a fork in the road; take the B2252."
One minute's driving later: 'What did he say? The A476? The B467? The A225?'
We've all been there.
So how easy must life be for the residents of Stoke. And Newcastle-under-Lyme. The A500. You don't mess about with a name like that, do you. The A500. Slap-bang in the middle of your brain. The A500. What's to confuse with that? The A505? The A005? The A050? I don't think so.
The A500. Great name for a road.