On Sir William and Lady Judy McAlpine's kind invitation I travelled to their estate, Fawley Hill, for a picnic with my fellow eccentrics of The Eccentric Club. I whiled away an afternoon drinking and supping on the terrace, wandering the grounds to play with the lemurs and the other exotic animals in the sanctuary, waved at the deer from the steam train that I rode around the estate from the train museum, played on the carousel, fell in love with Bertie the friendliest cockatoo who does a cracking impression of the stream train's horn as it rumbles past the house, and of course made new and eccentric friends. T'was a most lovely afternoon, and I was so distracted by the sanguine, charming, countryside prettiness of it all that I was late for the second half of my day in the city. Do you remember when I rocked up to Everyman Cinema for a movie screening by invitation of Battersea Power Station only to realised I'd got the dates wrong and showed up a whole month early? Well I'm proud to announce that I got it right this time, and I finally did manage to watch Grand Budapest Hotel from the comfort of my elevated pods, although I did miss the first forty minutes of the film. Oh.