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No. But I did try to get one of these at Waitrose yesterday.
www.waitrose.com/ecom/products/waitrose-the-kings-coronation-jewel-the-jack-russell-cake/655822-803930-803931

No chance. But then I read the ingredients list (iron oxide for colouring!) and wondered if I might have had a luck escape.

I'm supposed to be playing cricket but it's going to rain all day. Bugger.

I wish none of them any ill will. They are after all just a bunch of human beings who by accident of birth find themselves where they are.
And, while a part of me finds the whole thing attractively quaint, I’m really not very interested in them or the palaver set to take place at the weekend.
As far as I’m concerned, if it makes the roads quieter for a while so I can get to and from places I want to whilst it’s all unfolding then that’s fine by me! In fact, they can do it every weekend if they want from my point of view.
A bit like football matches, these things tend to provide an unintended but welcome service and benefit to the rest of the community by corralling their aficionados at least for a while.
😉

My Man City supporter friend took two West Ham supporters to last night’s match in some posh hospitality. Apparently City won. I was invited too but really couldn’t be bothered.
I get that others differ, but no matter how I try, I just can’t get into football.
I’d rather do stuff than watch others doing stuff.

It’s bad enough in Reading.

(I was going to add something like ‘on match days’, but I think my statement works as it is.)

Windsor, on the other hand, may be an entertaining place to be today.

Yes - 22 Tories on the council before. 7 today. At least they'll find plenty of bunting to dry their eyes on.

Not that I have done it, but apparently the posh hospitality at City is pretty top notch.  

It is indeed, I’ve been treated to that twice before by the same guy. The food, drink, environment, service etc was excellent, but the football, well it’s not for me, and the appalling behaviour of the spectators is certainly not to my taste. I’m no prude, but even in the supposedly posh seats the language was worse than that of the gutter.

It would have felt churlish to avail myself of his hospitality again when I knew it would involve me wondering when was the earliest I could make a polite exit.