Was he talking about how, fifty years ago last week, he was on the losing side despite scoring four against Real Madrid over two legs?

And no Nono? en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norbert...

Another thing which works in a crowded room with lots of people talking is to lightly press on your tragus (ooer mrs) which mutes anything coming from behind and does help. Although you look like Ian Anderson, especially if you happen to be standing on one leg and carrying a flute

I have subtitles on for pretty much everything these days. My hearing is apparently 'within normal limits' for my age (mid-thirties 😋) but I have suffered from the Cocktail Party effect for some time, and subtitles just resolve that when the soundtrack is noisy and to my ears confused

OK, so apparently I scheduled it for tomorrow. Let's see if I can fix that

A magnificent book, that. Shorn of his usual satire, it just resonates down the years

Next week is 3 days, then three four-day weeks (I already don't work Fridays), so 15. It's close...

If I remove the two public holidays and the day off I took so my last day isn't a Monday, I have exactly fifteen working days until retirement.

Which is about 14 too many as it's going