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Dum dumdumdumdum Dum dumdumdumdum Dah dah dah dahhhhh da da dahhhhhh...

The title of this blog entry is the opening bars of the hero music from Raiders of the Lost Ark? Why? Because I have heroically returned after my holiday (and 2 days during which I was too busy to blog sorry about that). So what, you ask, did I get up to? Well on Wednesday evening after a full and exciting day at Ward's Catering selling the butt off catering equipment and refrigeration my other half arrived in the SRI with urchin 1 and urchin 2 in the rear of the passenger compartment and I clambered in the front passenger seat along with a decent proportion of our luggage (bloody pram, no no I take that back, it's a very good pram). We drove to Leceister Forest whereupon we feasted on Burger King and then I took over the driving. We arrived at my Mother's abode, 3 converted flint barns in the heart of West Sussex, on time and were rewarded with cups of tea. The next day we upped and offed out of the house (leaving newborn son with his grandmother for the first time) and went into Portsmouth... never a good idea. We had a plan, we were to play crazy golf, maybe do a spot of shopping, find something to eat and then maybe look round HMS Warrior or HMS Victory. The Crazy Golf was closed, the Mini Golf wouldn't let kids under 10 play (the amount of money that guy had off me when I lived round the corner!) we couldn't be bothered with ships, the shopping was rubbish and we had a Starbucks (which always leave a nasty taste). Once we discovered that the Crazy Golf was closed I wandered into the arcade at Clarence Pier, one of my old haunts. The place was divided into two halfs by a bank of slot machines. I squeezed between the last machine and the wall and peeked at the inaccessible side and saw, to my horror, all the old arcade machines standing in the darkness like tombstones in some Philip K. Dickesque cyber-graveyard. No one cares about these, mostly rubbish, old games anymore. There were some gems though... GTI Club Pass The Bomb anyone? My youth is being demolished behind me :-( Rubbish. Then we had to find baby food and we travelled round three supermarkets in order to find the correct stuff in sufficient quantity. Then we retired. What does this have to do with catering equipment you ask? Very little. Tomorrow we shall follow my journey to London.