A big old round-up today, as I've been camping in Wales for the weekend. That doesn't excuse the lack of activity on Thursday, which was instead due to Summer Heights High being on and laziness. Regardless, I did learn something - that Man City midfielder Elano was the most substituted player in last season's Premier League. Given that he's a Brazilian playmaker, it perhaps shouldn't surprise that he seems to lose interest after about an hour.
On Friday, in between trying to find the campsite in the dark with our petrol running out and trying to pitch our tent in the dead of night, with sleet whistling through the field, cursing at outrageous volumes, I discovered that 80s band Oingo Boingo (of Guitar Hero fame) were fronted by Danny Elfman, who has gone on to write a whole heap of film scores. Further investigations have revealed that Oingo Boingo were originally a theatrical troupe known as The Mystic Knights of Oingo Boingo, before shortening their name, then shortening it again to Boingo, before finally shortening it to the point where they ceased to exist.
Saturday and Sunday both brought facts from the giant wedge of goodness that is Trivial Pursuit; I know I shouldn't crib facts consecutively from the same source, but there wasn't a lot else to discover in the middle of a field, save that it doesn't take much rain to drench the inside of a tent. So to start with, I can impart the rather hilarious news that Pac-Man was originally called Puck-Man (for he is puck shaped), but was re-named after a few wags decided to scratch the round bit of the 'P' off to make the whole thing sound slightly unsavoury. Pac-Man was, however, originally called 'Pakka-man' in Japan, so it's not too far off. Meanwhile, Sunday brought the revelation that Finland drinks more coffee per person than any other country - must be all those long nights.
And so to today, and we trudge from the verdant splendour of the Brecon Beacons to the concrete horror of South London, with only the distant glimmer of a weekend to keep my spirits from crashing through the floor entirely. I have also discovered that our new tent is, inch-for-inch, roomier and in better condition than our flat - which is disappointing. I leave you, then, with the news that not everyone in this city is living in cramped conditions - for Buckingham Palace has over six hundred rooms. Now that I'm simmering with republican fury, I'm off to enjoy my evening. Same time tomorrow.
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