who do we think we are?: 2005-09-25

paradise by the 'c'

Inexplicably, today's Independent seems to have missed us of the winner's list for the DVD player. Nevertheless, this week's puzzle is already completed, though excitement at the prospect of winning this week's prize - a wi-fi remote control supposedly worth £630 - is tempered by not really understanding what it is. I'd never really noticed a problem with the remote control that came free with the tv when I bought it 7 years ago.

Much more exciting, are the further investigations regarding the saga of Battersea Bridge. On my way out yesterday afternoon, I took the opporunity to chat to one of the bus drivers about the situation. Seems the bridge is made of iron and this has buckled. Major repair job called for. And noone to pay for it. The old lady listening into our conversation added the quite reasonable comment that 'it's survived 2 world wars and now this happens'. Terrible we all muttered. It's a good job the Landlord 'doesn't look at your site' anymore, else he'd be worried about me stealing his dayjob, what with all this amateur journalism.

Anyhow, if Red Ken refusing to pay for the bridge repairs is slightly annoying, we won't hear a word against him. In a fantastic 'smash the oiks' measure (bettered only by banning fox hunting), he's going to extend the congestion zone westwards. Soon, we'll be able to zip along Kings Road on the bus, freshly emptied of all the posh people and their huge, posh cars - they'll either be stuck in traffic trying to cross the river on the remaining bridges, or too 'outraged' to pay the congestion charge. Power to the people..

tenth avenue freeze out

Another event packed few days in Westbridge Road to report.

First up, celebrity spotting. First Ms Love spots 'someone from Big Brother' on the tube. Then, clearly trumping that, yours truly bumps into Bob Geldof running in Battersea Park. It was me running, not Bob. He was walking along in a blue suit, no tie. No doubt heading somewhere to help save the world, I kept on running and left him be.

Next, in order of excitement, the ongoing saga of Battersea Bridge. 12 days into the closure, the fun of walking across the bridge is beginning to fade. Especially, when it rains. And the traffic chaos and irate drivers that I found so amusing last week is beginning to lose it's funniness. Especially when we are woken each day at 8am by idiots honking their horns in frustration. Anyway, tonight's Evening Standard reckons the bridge is going to be closed forever. And the guy in Oddbins says business is down 50% when we asked him earlier (Courtney liked the fact that we were making friends with the 'local merchants').

Next, we bought a new glass vase. Now we can proudly display our sand we stole from the Namibian sand dunes, along with Courtney's countless coral 'treasures'.

And finally, why were we in Oddbins in the first place? Well, within 24 hours of each other, we've both managed to secure jobs. Proper grown up ones. Obviously we can't say anything at this stage, the official Stock Exchange announcement is tomorrow morning. Tune into to BBC1 at 11am tomorrow for the press conference when our new managers will be presenting us to the masses, whilst we pose on the pitch in our new team shirts..