Busy, busy, busy...

With apologies to profane_stencil, this is not so much the meme:
Update your lj with a generic post that fits the tenor of your journal as a list of things I might have posted about, had doing them not kept me away from my computer for the last week:

1. A fundraiser at the Cricket Club, in which our team won a decisive victory, possibly because we were the largest team, and the oldest. My person triumph: recognising Gene Vincent in the image round. My personal [opposite of triumph], also in the image round: insisting Maria Callas was a man in drag.


2. A visit to the Workhouse, Southwell, location of a pioneer in the nineteenth century strategy of keeping down the cost of relieving poverty by ensuring that only the absolutely desperate would apply for relief. Sound familiar?


3. Martin Simpson and Danu in concert: an enjoyable set from Martin Simpson, but laid-back rather than electrifying.


4. A stroll around Laindon Plotlands, an area of agricultural land sold off by developers in the early twentieth century, plot by plot, to Londoners who built themselves homes in the country, traveling out by train at the weekends and apparently undeterred by the lack of services. The homes are now gone, and all that remains are some concrete bases, the layout, hedges and gardens run wild. I suppose it qualifies as a DMV.


5. A visit to the William Morris Gallery at the Water House in Walthamstow, where Morris lived as a young man. I also wanted to see the temporary exhibition of tapestries by Pat Bloor.


6. The week also included - although I only learned this today - the hundredth birthday of Jean Vigo.

Not to mention various visits to and from family and friends, shopping for birthday and wedding presents, moving a fridge, driving to London and back and completing the Guardian crossword three times in a week!