Saturday, July 20, 2024

Unexpected existential crisis

 The British Othello Federation committee are discussing European and World championship events which will or might happen over the next few years, and in the middle of idly thinking about the dates it struck me like a bolt from the blue that I'll be FIFTY years old when these imminent competitions happen in late 2026 or early 2027!

I have honestly never considered that before, I suddenly realise now. I regularly tell people I'm 47, by way of asserting my greater life experience than the impudent youngsters I'm saying it to, but the concept of me being 50, at a time that people are discussing right now as something that is actually going to happen... has never once crossed my mind before.

That's a bit disturbing, all things considered. I think I'm just going to go back to bed, possibly forever, and forget about the whole thing.

Sunday, July 14, 2024

Dressed from head to foot in white garments

 I spent the afternoon in the bath (have I mentioned I've got an enormous and luxurious bathtub?) reading The Woman in White and watching the Wimbledon final. There's a whole theme there that I wasn't really intending, but you could see it as doing my bit to support the team who'll (presumably) be wearing white in tonight's final.

I'm not sure if I want them to win, actually. I sort of want to see the 'sixty years of hurt' hit single in 2026.