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Sunday, 2 November 2014

Willesden and Wembley

Not quite the mecca of sport you would hope for, Wembley is a toilet full of sports bars and kebab shops and noisy people and Willesden is even less attractive.
I'm here for work, the evil 4 letter word, dealing with contractors who seem to take 3 steps back for every step forward but that's why we are here to chivvy them along! Still I have had a few nights in a hotel courtesy of the main contractor and a good nights sleep it has been. Here's some footage of the works;
 
 
Typically it seems loads of blokes stood around waiting to be shouted at.
 
I'm looking forward to next Saturday and a return to Pheasants.

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