Danielle gave me a copy of Tony Parsons "Stories we could tell" for my birthday. It is entertaining, and being written about a time that meant a lot to me, the music scene in 1977 and all that, was always going to be good fun. But it seems a bit too much part of the Tony Parsons / Julie Birchill mythology industry to me.
Yesterday mother rested while Rowan and I went to the National Railway Museum. It was nice and quiet. A new exhibit we tried out was a 700mph trip from London to Brighton rail simulator. Rowan loved it, I was a little wary. Good in retrospect though.
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