Got a voicemail and text from my sister tonight, all the way from Melbourne. She was most anxious to know if I was OK. Quick exchange of texts later, it turns out she thought she’d seen me being arrested on the news! Needless to say, this came as something of a surprise to me. Even more intriguingly, she won’t say what "I" was arrested for, beyond "U don’t want to know!" so I assume it’s some especially embarrassing or heinous offence so, anyone want to hazard a guess? What did "I" do? Answers on a postcard, comment etc
One other unfortunate side effect is that, during course of SMS exchange, she now knows I was at a folk music evening at Finchley Arts Depot! Was planning to go up there to see Oysterband late Feb anyway but noted there was a monthly Folk In The Foyer session so I figured, what the Hell...
There was a preponderance of portly, long-haired, bearded types. And the blokes were just as bad... ;-) However, pretty enjoyable evening as it turns out - featured act was a duo called Nuada. Lot of Irish/Celtic themed music with mandolins, bagpipes and everything. Picked up a bunch of flyers, may have to visit this place more frequently.
Came back and watched a couple of episodes of Ultimate Force. Interesting contrast with The Unit. Far less preachy/sentimental and gung-ho in feel. They're a bunch of efficient, hard bastards, not heroes and it doesn't shy away from showing the effects of all that gunfire. And Alex Reid/Caroline Walshe is definitely appealling! ;-)