Weeknotes #191: almost next week

Work, theatre, travel and laughter rounded off a busy week.

Week commencing Monday, 14 September 2026

A promotional flyer for "Oil & Whiskey, The Country Rock Musical" shows a couple in a tense moment, with text advertising its run at the Old Red Lion pub theatre until 19 September, sold-out notices, and a row of five-star ratings along the bottom.
A flyer for Oil & Whiskey, running at the Old Red Lion.

Quantified Self

  • This week: Stand 5/7; Exercise 3/7 and Move 5/7. (62%). Morning walks: 0/4. Office days: 1/5. Total steps: 49,925.

Life

  • Somehow I’d missed the email instruction to complete the health questionnaire ahead of my annual flu jab, but I was able to do that online very quickly in the shop.
  • The ‘town hall’ at work was quite predictable, given everything that’s going on. One comment made me wonder why we hadn’t been doing that for the last seven years, but we can’t go back in time, can we?
  • Thursday’s after-work drinks were in a Queens Park Rangers supporters’ pub near Shepherd’s Bush Market, full of football memorabilia and screens showing games. But for a Thursday night, it was very quiet, and we had a lovely time discussing everything from office matters to 80s music playing in the background.
  • Friday, my last day before my holiday, I hadn’t quite finished everything I wanted to do before six o’clock, and we had to grab some food before we dashed out the door to catch a train — not for the holiday, but for a Friday show.
  • The show, Oil & Whisky, is a country-rock musical about former lovers Zelda and Teddy, who reunite in the New York bar where they first met.
  • Related, there are a lot of people on stage, even though there are only four characters, as there is a four-piece band and a couple of backing singers. It’s really well done, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
  • Saturday, I finished some work, packed and waited until it was time to get a taxi.
  • Related, when we arrived at the hotel, we realised we’d come to the wrong branch. It was a bit of a mix-up when we originally booked: the cheaper online offer was for the one a bit further away. It was fine.
  • Sunday’s flight check-in wasn’t as smooth as hoped, and the lounge Wi-Fi isn’t really working for this update.
  • I’m stopping here because, if I move my clocks to Korea time, it’s almost next week.

Flick For Canada

Vancouver, Flickr’s home town, has a reputation for beauty.

Flickr is my photo site of choice right now. Ideally, I would like to build similar features using Gallery (which I have hosted on my site too), but I don’t have the time to sort it all out yet. So, right now, Flickr will do me very well. I am pleased to learn in their recent blog post that they are Canadian (I have such a soft spot for Canada) and – what’s more – they are based in Vancouver, which is where we’re planning our holiday next year. You weren’t really interested in that, were you?

South Bank. Friends from North.

On Wednesday night, we went on the London Eye, and then wandered down the South Bank. It is probably one of my favourite areas of London.

I could have spent much of this week writing about going out to eat and/or entertaining, but decided that would be too dull. On the other hand, on Wednesday night we (American and I) went on the London Eye (always a fantastic treat) and then wandered down the South Bank. It is probably one of my favourite areas of London.

  • Old County Hall. It’s a pleasure dome of treats, but the best bit is the aquarium. We didn’t go in this time, but I love the place and am writing this as a kind of note to myself: go back to the London Aquarium.
  • The London Eye. My thirtieth birthday was spent on The Eye in a hired capsule with a whole bunch of friends – all of whom had almost no notice but arrived for drinks, a ride and pizza. This time we were on The Eye as the light started to fade – which actually made it all the more magical. We even bought the tacky tourist snap that they take on the way down.
  • New Hungerford Bridges(s). I have spent years walking over the old, narrow bridge, avoiding the winter floods and the summer camera-wielding tourists. The new bridges look stunning. They are boulevard-wide and, in fact, very pleasant to walk across, and each bridge offers very different but fabulous views.
  • Royal Festival Hall and National Film Theatre. They may be concrete, and they are certainly not photogenic, but they are some of my favourite locations. Long may the concrete jungle live.
  • Oxo Tower. A great building with a great restaurant (even if I can never afford to eat there) and, if you don’t want to go on the wheel, the viewing gallery at the top (free and near the restaurant) provides a stunning view of St. Paul’s Cathedral.
  • Tate Modern and Millennium Bridge. After all the fuss at the turn of the century, these are two worthy additions to the London landscape. The interior of the Tate Modern is fantastic (the sheer size of the entrance is great). And the Millennium Bridge is in just the right place and looks gorgeous when lit (although the last few times I haven’t seen the lights on).

On the way back from these sights (we didn’t do New City Hall or Tower Bridge, Hayes Galleria or Butler’s Wharf), we stopped for a pseudo-traditional pub meal of chips and beer. Even though I suspect the pub was full of tourists, it felt like the kind of place I went to regularly, so I guess it had an air of authenticity.

After all this on Wednesday, I was looking forward to last night. Last night was meant to be an evening off from being a tour guide (not that I mind, but the break would be good). I was having dinner with some friends (and some old friends who were coming down from Scotland). My friends in Worcester Park were preparing dinner, and it was to be (in fact, it was indeed) an evening of memories and fun. However, things did try to put a damper on the evening.

  • I was late. I was attending presentations with a client, and they ran over.
  • My friend Jo, who was cooking, had been taken ill and had been in and out of the hospital for two nights (nothing too serious, thankfully). So, she didn’t feel like cooking – her husband decided to, and the food was excellent.
  • We were all so tired (me from working, them from the illness/hospital adventures) that we called a halt to proceedings at 10.30pm.

It’s a shame when things don’t quite go according to plan, especially when you’ve been looking forward to them. I’d hoped to have a long catch-up with the folks from Scotland, but we ended up with the briefest of chats. Ah well, maybe next time …