Road To Nowhere

It could only happen to a greedy madam like me!

There I am enjoying a pleasant lunch with a journo contact at Heathcote's Olive Press in Bolton.

They do a very nice starter platter to share: pesto, black olive thing, olives etc with breadsticks to dip.

Plunging about in the pesto is something quite chunky which I assume is a monster bit of parmesan, dip in my paws and pop in my mouth.

Turns out to be a marble!!

Fortunately I don't crack a tooth or swallow it but drag over the waiter who comes back full of apologies - apparently it had fallen out of somewhere.

There is probably a lesson in here for me.

... play on.

Enjoy.

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My utterly gorgeous friend, Jane, got Amazon people to send my Live at Leeds, which arrived in post and was waiting for me when I got home from guinnessfest in Pevril on the Peak Tuesday night (and a top night that was too, cheers Row).

After I staggered in from work last night I put it on the ipod and headed for bed.

I am now slightly deaf from listening to a 17-minute My Generation full pelt, three times on way to work... indescribably brilliant. And apologies for the poor sods sitting anywhere near me.

But I just ran into Norma from the postroom. I'll actually take my ipod off to talk to her.

'Ooh I'm listening to the Who, live at Leeds,' I said.

'Oh - I saw them in Bolton in the Sixties - they were really good,' she says, smiling.

'Really?'

'Oh yes, I got Keith Moon's drum stick. I had loads, I used to collect them.'

'Really?' I say again, eyes widening with a heady mix of excitement and envy. 'Have you still got them?'

'Oh no, I threw them all out over the years.'

'What a shame... it would be worth a fortune today as well.'

Norma is probably now beating herself with her stamping machine as I type.

(Love this one too!)