Westerham Visit Part Deux

Whilst in Westerham the other day, and waiting for the bus back to Sevenoaks at the Green, I got chatting to a female  from the Asian diaspora. It turned out that she was Filipino  I had an inkling that she was, and was on her return journey to Brasted, just a couple of miles from Westerham. That village is also very picturesque. Very bucolic.

It was a glorious sunny day and made up for the abysmal dull day that was Friday. In a way I am thankful that I did the cinema visit on the Friday and not the other way around. Who would want to be stuck in a cinema auditorium on such as lovely day?

The books bought in Westerham are -



Quenin Tarantino, The Film geek Files (Plexus)
Deborah Moggach "The Best exotic Marigold Hotel"  (Vintage)

The latter book is for selling on Play Trade.

Non Sequitors

This morning I had a phone call from one of my mystery shopping companies as there was one visit they needed doing before the end of the month in Sittingbourne. They sweetened the visit by upping the fee for me, thus being swayed by it, I walked down to the Coral turf accountants at the bottom end of East Street. It was such a sunny day that I decided to walk the three miles and strolled down there,, partly upper torso exposed to the rays of the sun.

I put a two pound bet on a football game this evening, and then walked up to the train station to get the train back to Teynham.

This morning I was attentively listening to Radio 4 as the guest on Desert Island Discs was Stephen Pinker who wrote “The Language Instinct” which I am currently reading.

He was fascinating, very articulate and intelligent. He holds on to the view, to which I concur, that we are not born as a blank slate, a tabula rasa, but have an innate propensity for discovering and learning language, and that with Noam Chomsky, the American linguist, language is hard wired into us. The notion that we are born tabula rasa is a non sequitor. I also loved his choice of fine music.