Time For Bed, Grandad
The Rolling Stones breached their curfew this week. Playing at the O2 Arena, according to The Telegraph:
...the quartet, all aged in their 60s and 70s, were half an hour late starting, which meant the concert did not finish until just after 11pm [and] their set ran 40 minutes over a strict curfew.
Quite how strict the curfew was is debatable, given they ran a not insubstantial forty minutes over.
Fans, already annoyed by touts selling tickets at £3000 each – and who showed their displeasure by not purchasing them, leaving empty seats in the arena – were furious that the Stones’ final set omitted I Can’t Get No Satisfaction. Imagine their dissatisfaction, then, when many were left stranded because the tube line they needed to use to get home closed at 11:45pm.
You see, Mr Jagger – there’s a reason for the curfew.
But not to worry: in true British fashion,
It was left to a busker outside the local tube station to reprise I Can’t Get No Satisfaction as concert-goers made their way home.
Meanwhile, Over In Norfolk
A scene from the movie Speed has been re-enacted in Norfolk. The Telegraph reports:
Alfred Throop, 67, was on the number 58 bus in Northfields, Leicester, on Thursday when the driver fell unconsious [sic] and the bus began to swerve.
Realising what had happened, Throop grabbed the wheel and steered the bus to the side of the road where it collided with metal railings at a pedestrian crossing.
With true British understatement, hero Mr Throop remarked:
“I noticed the bus going from side to side on the road and thought ‘there’s something wrong here’.”
It’s A Buyer’s Market
Mel Thorley of Stockport is having some trouble selling his house. The Stockport Express reports that Mel’s perfect house [has] a spiral staircase, triple-glazing, two garages and six off-road parking spaces…It’s a great garden for sunbathing, the neighbours are great and it’s a good price.
There’s just one small problem: potential buyers tend to be put off by one little thing. The paper describes it as:
…four railway engines parked on the back lawn…which each weigh five tons.
British house buyers – picky, picky, picky.
A version of this post first appeared on The Laughing Housewife.