The first weekend of July; I visited my parents to make sure they’d got enough garden tools, had the obligatory Crispy Beef from Chung Hwa, and sneaked out like a naughty schoolboy to meet BRAPA when they’d gone to bed.
Talking of Crispy Beef, Cambridge has been celebrating its bovine heritage (visit Midsummer Common or the away end at the Abbey if you don’t believe me);
I quite like this trend of brightly coloured animals in cities. I’m less impressed with the return of tourists to Cambridge and graduation ceremonies threatening BRAPA’s chance of a pint in the Champion, which looked worryingly full when I did the King Street walk.
I hoped Simon, on a 3 hour bus trip from Saffron Walden, wasn’t in for a night of BRAPA fails.
Some lads had set up deckchairs in the street outside the King Street Run and were blasting ragga (and dubious smells) into the night, so at least Si would have some entertainment.
Ooh, look, Doom Bar.
I took a walk round the Backs, hoping I’d find some affection for my birthplace, but it was more like admiration.
Alright, alright, it’s not bad is it ? Now let’s see if I can nab BRAPA a prime seat in the Champ…