Nostalgia abounds…

this week at the park has seen at allot of sun and BBQ work as we try to fit in as much outdoor activity as we can before its all lost...

On the indoor front... found myself in a 1950's surf hut in the middle of the city, complete with surfer music (the instrumental from Hawaii five-O was a big hit), cocktails with umbrellas and the traditional beach soccer table... a real blast...

In other more formal matters it appears that the powers that be have reverted to bygone defences in protection of the Park (as you can see from the snap I took from the bridge)... I was almost pained to point out that most of the current troubles have been in the subterranean sphere of battle... but you can't knock their gusto!

I had course to wounder where all the male thirty-something are, because they are not hanging out with the female thiry-somethings nor are they hanging out with the other male thriy-somethings. It was suggested that they are perhaps more interested in themselves and as such spent a lot of time working on that, I don't really know the answer, but if your a lonely thirty-something male and happen to be around StJames's Park let me know and I'll introduce you to a number of beautiful women who might like to walk around the lake with you...

the final straw that brought back memories of childhood and that most Summer of past times, water play! Walking back from the Park on a very warm evening dressed in my finest corporate uniform the scourge of sky took flight and caught me full frontal with one of the most accurately aimed water bombs I've ever had the pleasure of being struck by... after a few words in the general direction of the Youth Water Bombardier Regiment I made my retreat... this act induced a "flood" of water based memories, that of hose fights, slip and slide afternoons and totem tennis... Ahh, see there were some good things about childhood... at least you could water bomb passers by with out fear of any repercussions... but here I think they have ASBO's to deal with Youth Water Bombardier Regiments now days... O' for the glory days' to return!