The Euro Market

After work (can I say again, pah) there was the annual visit to the opening of the German Market and a Glühwein (or twa) not to mention a Bockwurst and frites. And a ride too, aye indeed - on the chair-o-planes (do they still call them that?). And then I spotted this tin model Mr Smith - back from Oirland it appears, and in a car. A very racey car too. No wonder he has to beat them off.
Later took myself off to see Kathy Stewart at the Sample Room. Whit entertainment. And I changed the journal name - although the pension rolls in, I'm back to the grindstone, and still living between those railway (and other) lines. Time for the scratcher.