My car broke down again. Not a disaster but pretty annoying. Car incidents have provided a lot of blog material for me, maybe because my car tends to go wrong when I am driving on my own and there is no one around to tell my new anecdote to. Its not really much of an anecdote - I was driving along and the exhaust decided to fall apart, bringing my journey to a rather noisy halt. Having a car has been good but to be honest its really fucking annoying sometimes, especially when it does stuff like that. If it never broke down again, I would gladly put up with its quirks such as the clock only working when the car is moving, or the radio display being broken or even the right indicator flashing twice as fast as the left.

To be honest, that reads more bitter than I actually am about it. I did miss the England game though which was annoying. Not nearly as annoying as listening to loud people asking what the score was on the train on the way back.

I was heading back for an interview in London. I managed to get home in good time so despite my car's best efforts, my plans weren't disrupted, although Midland Mainline now has rather a lot more of my money than they deserve.

More intriguing was the post-interview activity. I was meeting up with a couple of friends who were being very mysterious about the afternoon's activity that they had planned. I say mysterious, but they just refused to tell me until we got there, no other factor contributed to the mystery.

It turned out that they were going to a Fine Wines and Port Auction at Christies. I was somewhat confused at first but it was ace. The woman on reception congratulated us on our choice (I say our, I had no say in it but I claimed my share of the choice regardless) of auction to attend in probably the poshest voice I've ever heard ever. Thats right, ever (to use a lazy journalistic device). We then made our way through several big rooms filled with ludicrously valued items due to be auctioned that week, including a chair with speakers in the cushions and Dali's Rose on the back.

There was a tasting session of the wines and stuff on auction. A lot of old men who looked like they knew about wine were swilling it about in their mouth and spitting it out. And they were tasting wine too, haha. I've never been wine tasting before so I felt out of my depth but at least Keith and Hamish were too. It took a few tastes (of wine) before I had the courage to spit it (the wine) out in front of people but that just made it all the more satisfying. In the auction we bid on some whisky and won.