- Pulp were even better than I expected at the O₂. Andy, Matt, Mike and I joined the other nineties indie kids, along with a surprising number of younger fans, for two sets of Pulp’s excellent new (number-one) album and the hits. The songs were super sharp, even though Jarvis and co are in their sixties now. It was so good that I didn’t even mind the £9.75 Budweisers or congestion at North Greenwich station that meant I missed my train. Worth it.
- It turns out the elbow I hurt a couple of weekends ago playing football is in fact broken. The minor pain hadn’t gone away and I’d not been able to straighten my arm, so I booked a video physio on Wednesday morning to see what she thought. Her advice was to go straight to A&E. Five hours later the x-ray confirmed a fracture of the radial head.
- I now have a cuff-and-collar sling which I’m mostly wearing. I can also claim to be super tough from walking around obliviously with a broken arm for 11 days.
- I have a new book to read: Julia, an alternative story of Orwell’s 1984 which I’m first re-reading so I can remember the finer details of the plot.
- We all spent Saturday afternoon getting a little sunburnt watching H play an under-9s/10s tournament at his new football club. His team were Juventus and did very well, finishing runners-up out of 12 teams.
- For Father’s Day I received beers and snacks in a metal bucket (nicer than it sounds), a t-shirt and fancy shampoo. The boys, as always, had no idea what had been bought for them to give to me. We then spent the rest of the sunny Sunday at my parents’ along with my sister’s family. I gave my dad his own beers and a pair of slippers. Thank you, Dad, and thank you L for driving and for my presents.
