We went bowling today. Lyn suggested it, and, not having been bowling in ages, I thought it sounded like fun. Lyn won; of course, gentleman that I am, I let her win, just like I let her win the chess game we had in Amsterdam. (persons wanting to dispute this are reminded that they have their own blogs!).

After bowling, I was thirsty. The atmosphere at the bowling ally was so dry, I just needed a coke, so we went to a nearby pub. We took a seat, and we noticed that there was football on. However, I then noticed who was playing – we had stumbled into the local derby! The pub was on two levels, but there was a large screen behind the bar which one could see from both floors. Chelsea supporters were on the upper balcony, arsenal supporters were downstairs. However I got a bit worried what if either team scored? What if a brawl broke out? Would we be able to defend ourselves? I was a bit concerned, and rather excited – we were inn a south London pub for the local derby: it was quite an interesting sociological phenomenon.

As it turned out, neither team scored while we were at the pub, and everybody left quietly. It was quite a cool little outing, though. I’m really enjoying my new life here.