Columnist and Man of Sheppey John Nurden brings you his musings about day-today life on the sun-kissed isle.

I now know just how the Blues Brothers felt.

You remember the scene towards the end of the film when the pair jump into their battered Bluesmobile after a sell-out concert at the Palace Hotel ballroom as part of their mission from God to save their childhood Calumet City orphanage?

Elwood, or was it Jake, turns to the other and announces: “It’s 106 miles to Chicago. We’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses.”

Jake responds with the immortal two-word reply “hit it” and they both disappear in a cloud of dust, while representatives of Illinois’s law enforcement community close in.

Well, I’m a bit further than 106 miles from Chicago and I don’t smoke. And the police weren’t chasing me. But last night I had a full tank of gas (petrol, as we Brits say), it was dark and yes, I was wearing sunglasses. I either looked pretty cool at the wheel or a complete dipstick as I weaved my weary way home.

But this was no fashion statement. This was an act of pure desperation. In the morning I discovered I had lost my glasses, again.

I don’t understand how a grown man can become separated from his spectacles so often. Mrs Nurden usually comes to the rescue and finds them perched on my head. But this time we both drew a blank.

'I either looked pretty cool at the wheel or a complete dipstick as I weaved my weary way home...'

We searched Cobweb Castle from top to bottom but in the end, I had to jump into my own vehicle and drove to work wearing shades.

It wasn’t too bad in daylight but the journey back was more challenging although, to be fair, the glasses cut out the glare from approaching headlights.

They were later found hiding in a drawer of spare wires. I’ve never looked forward to specs so much.