If you want to see just how sickeningly arrogant  the scumbag who the Americans call their  president is, just watch this Late Show clip. Trump even disputes  the number of deaths in the Puerto Rican hurricane disaster to make himself look better. That such a  loathsome person can rise to such prominence embarrasses us all. Yet I think what is telling about this clip is the sheer amount of contempt Stephen Colbert shows for him. He mocks trump openly, with a disdain  far beyond normal political satire. It’s clear that many Americans  think, as most of us do, that Trump should not be president, and they are obviously extremely unhappy that they have to call this arrogant idiot their leader.

“007 holstered his Walther PPK. The flames rose up around him, blofeld’s  body at his feet. Bond had saved the world once  again. He sipped his martini,  surveying the wreckage he had just made. Two police officers suddenly approached him.

‘Who are you?’ one breathlessly asked.

‘Just a tourist.‘ Replied 007″

I would like to draw everyone’s attention to the fact that Trust begins on bbc2 tonight. I first heard about this new series last year, when I stumbled over a camera crew  filming at Charlton house. Unfortunately I still can’t link to my entry about that awesome day, but it really was incredible to find one of my heroes, Danny Boyle, filming virtually in my back garden. I’ll certainly be watching tonight to see if it’s any good, and to see how much of  Charlton House you can make out.

Yesterday was less hectic and action-packed than the day before. We went over to Blackheath a bit later, Lyn rolling over first,  followed by myself and Mitchell. I don’t think L realised that we were going to join her, so you should have seen her face when, on the viewing platform,  she turned her head and suddenly saw me sat next to her.

We didn’t stay  there long yesterday. Truth be told, Lyn only wanted to see The  Lightning Seeds, and wasn’t fussed about  the other artists. Nonetheless, it was great to bop about to a bit of eighties retro  rock again.

London has done it  again, it seems: On Blackheath is one of those great little festivals in a hidden corner of the metropolis, not that widely known, but which you just have to love, The sense of community one feels there is inspiring, as if you can feel the spirit of the city. People come together, on a vast heath overlooking London, to have a good time and listen to some great music. Isn’t that exactly what London life is all about?

A few days ago, Lyn and I were in the park enjoying our usual coffees when  Glenn Tilbrook walks up. He lives in Woolwich and sometimes comes to  Charlton. I didn’t know who he was until Lyn explained he was the lead singer in a band called Squeeze. Lyn  introduced herself, and they got talking.  At the end, Mr.  Tilbrook kindly offered us tickets to come to his show in On Blackheath, so that’s  where we were yesterday.

We were there for most of the afternoon and well into the evening.  On Blackheath is an annual festival growing in popularity. It was fantastic to see so many people there: the heath was covered in tents and stages so people could chose which bands or artists they wanted to see. The place felt alive.  Upon  getting there, we first saw a band in a tent, before having a bite to eat. We then went to the  wheelchair viewing platform of one of  the main stages, where Billy Bragg was doing a set. I was very impressed with his political mixture  of humour and music, and I thing he now has a new fan in me.

Next to play were The Devine Comedy. I remembered those guys playing on the radio in the taxi on the way to school in the nineties. They were quite cool, the entire audience dancing away in  front of our viewing platform.

Last to play last night were Squeeze. I wasn’t that familiar with their music, but soon  got into it, recognising at least two or three songs. (Who could fail to remember this classic after all?) The whole audience was dancing away: there was a great friendly, family atmosphere there, and it was good to see local London society come together to have fun once again. The metropolis was proving it’s awesomeness once more: it’s fantastic to be able to go to a thriving annual  festival just down the road from us. The second day of the festival is today, so all being well we’ll be going over there later. Expect more details here tomorrow.

Lyn will probably appreciate this, but it’s quite true. There is barely anything worth  watching these days.

I just came across this story on the BBC Newsbeat site and think it’s worth flagging up. It’s a short, first person account of a  guy with Cerebral Palsy trying to go clubbing in Ibiza. What he describes echoes many of mine and Lyn’s experiences, including difficulty accessing the club and having to pay for your PA to get in. It’s good to see issues like this being raised in the mainstream – you’d be surprised how often problems people like me  face are overlooked. People don’t realise we cripples like to go clubbing too.