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CHEERS I'M 100 ENTRIES OLD Friday, Sept. 05, 2003
CHEERS! I�M 100 ENTRIES OLD. I am indebted to Vanoonoo for pointing out that this entry is the 100th of this diary. So as thanks to her I urge you all to read her diary, it�s a blast. But I digress. I haven�t updated you on my recent holiday to the Isle of Man with Old Annie. We flew there from Luton, which is only a 45-minute flight. She had never flown in a plane before and she was quite nervous about it, but once we got up there she really enjoyed it and was especially pleased when the clouds parted over the city of Liverpool and she could see Anfield, the home ground of her favourite football team Liverpool. We stayed in a really nice hotel and our balcony overlooked an indoor garden. We spent our first afternoon sitting on the balcony, sipping champagne, before retiring to bed for a couple of hours. Next day we took a train trip up the highest hill on the island, from where on a clear day, so I�m told it is possible to see Scotland to the north east, England to the east, Wales to the south, the Irish Republic to the west and Northern Ireland to the north west. Of course when we got there we couldn�t see anything because it was too misty, so it was a bit of an anticlimax. That evening we went out to eat rather than at the hotel, and we found this really nice restaurant that for some bizarre reason was situated in the middle of a public park. So while we were eating our expensive food and drinking our wine (Old Annie and I always go for dry Italian white wine like Pinot Grigio) we could look out the window and see kids kicking a ball around. We took a steam train down to the southernmost tip of the island where we visited a castle and saw a Manx cat, which is basically a normal tabby cat, except that it has no tail. The island is very popular with motorcyclists, since the famous Isle of Man TT races are held there every year. There seemed to be bikers everywhere, there were even some staying in our posh hotel. We left the island feeling all relaxed, only to have it shattered when we got back to England. There was a big rumpus at the airport car park in Luton, where they seem to have lost someone�s car. Luckily it wasn�t ours. As we drove out we passed the manager walking up and down the rows of cars trying to find the missing one.
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