Last night we went to the launch of a friend’s radio play, Revolution, Murder and Traffic Wardens. Haydn (our friend and the author), used to get pissed with us in the pub, then walk up to people and say “I’m going to start a revolution – will you join me?”. They would look a bit taken aback then say “Yeah, okay, I’m up for that”.
The traffic warden thing seems to have come about six month because he got eight parking tickets in six months. Perhaps he parks really badly or perhaps he was just super unlucky. I must say that I like traffic wardens – when my daughter was a baby and my son a two year old, I remember one stopping him from running out into the road. Plus I live in an area of London where, if there were no traffic wardens, I would never be able to park. Ever. I would end up doing what a friend in Brighton’s dad used to do and park outside the house, then refuse to move the car for five months because he didn’t want to lose the space.
I haven’t listened to the play yet (I got the CD last night). When I do, I’ll let you know.
Afterwards, we ended up going to Barnyard for dinner. I just love their black pudding.