So you lot have got advice about everything.

Last weekend, everything was fabulous, John and I had the time of our lives...

This weekend I have totally fucked up, and I'm not even entirely sure what aspect of it John is angry about. Apart from apologising, what can I do?

John, I love you, I'm sorry.

all by myself...

So I'm stuck in a faceless hotel (actually, it isn't too bad. I mean, you wouldn't know where you were - no distinguishing features - but it's fine), with a load of police, lots of whom are getting pissed downstairs now.

My seminar went okay. Well, apart from spending a lot of it thinking that Danger was probably burning my guitar or sharpening the toaster ready for my instant demise upon my return or something, in revenge for me having lunch with an ex who also happens to be here. No one fell asleep, so I see that as a success.

Danger's posted some lovely pictures on his blog, so it falls to me to post some of my own pics.

New poll...

Just a short one, and I hope Danger doesn't spot it before I leave for conference in the morning...

As always, other suggestions welcome in comments!

Sadly...

...we had to come back to the real world.

And it's asserting its presence a bit too hard.

I've got some pictures I mean to post from the weekend, but I don't think I'll get a chance to until I'm at the conference - when I'll welcome to excuse not to get pissed with a bunch of bitter old rozzers. So get onto Danger if you want photos sooner than that.


And it was a close run thing, but Black won the poll for the bike colour. Closely followed by grey (my favourite...with some reservations), and orange trailed in last (good).

Of course, if I chose to get the 2012 model, the colours are white, red and black...but I don't think it offers good value for money. Any suggestions of other bikes I should look at are welcomed. I'm biased toward the Triumph, because I had a Trident that I loved in the early 90s. So if you want to talk me around to at least test riding something else, do so.

If...

If you don't hear from us again, it's because we've found a tiny cottage on the coast, with no power, no 'phone, nothing, and are staying there and hoping no one finds us and brings us back to reality.

Pebbles, ports and promenades.

The weather was brilliant again today, so we decided (after late breakfast) to walk along the coast. This is one of those places where it's built up all the way along, where the towns used to be separate you can't tell now where one ends and the next begins. But there's a path all the way along, right by the beach, most of the way.

So we walked it. Well, Mycroft, John and I walked it. Sherlock walked some of it, and then decided it was much more fun to ride on my shoulders, unless something needed closer examination, when he'd clamber off. Apparently, pirate captains need to be up high and have a crow's nest, you know...

So far, so good. So brilliant, actually.

I can't believe John or Sherlock didn't catch on, but I think it's safe to say a weekend away was a total surprise for him. Going by the look on his face and torrent of abuse.

We're currently on the beach, with beer (or juice, depending on age.) And have set up a target range of bits of wood and feathers stuck in the pebbles. Doing our bit for coastal erosion by chucking the stones back down the beach at it. It's sunny now, but not incredibly warm. All the more reason to sit very close to Danger. Although given his utter prowess at stone throwing perhaps I should be nervous. I suppose it's good that the only one who can aim straight was in the army. Sherlock's adopted a more carpet-bomb strategy, throwing handfuls of stones. Mycroft aims very carefully and I just ignore the targets and see how far out to sea I can chuck them. Or that's my excuse, anyway.

It doesn't feel like the weekend is only just starting. Hope you all have a good one!
And apologies for any random words or mistakes in this post. All done with my fat fingers on a small phone!