There aren't many times when I'm happy to sit down and waste a couple of hours in front of the rot-box. I've spent significant periods of time in the past living without a television and I can thoroughly recommend it, although if you live in the UK then good luck convincing the TV licensing people that you're in the tiny percentage of people who can survive without one. You'll get more done in your allocated 24 hours, that's for sure. But not this weekend; without a moving picture machine at your disposal you'd be hard pushed to enjoy the best of Glastonbury Festival, Wimbledon, the British Grand-Prix and the Tour de France without having a helicopter at your disposal. Perhaps the point that I'm making is that if you're ever going to spend just one weekend in the UK, then you would do very well to choose the last weekend in June. Because of it being Glastonbury and Wimbledon you can however probably expect it to rain a touch. I struggle enormously to sit still for even moderate lengths of time though, so have spent a good chunk of this weekend (and the past few weeks in fact) with a paintbrush or spanner in hand preparing for a couple of local weekend excursions which will, all being well, make their way onto this blog in the not too-distant future. If the weather co-operates, that is.
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