Today, I discovered that there was a 7.40 in the morning. The work on the neighbour’s roof has begun. Our local council has decided to spend its budget to replace ALL the roofs of all the council-owned property in the area. While I had no issue with the council when it replaced all the steel-framed windows with double-glazing a few years back (hey, the majority of the council tenants are little old folk who need to be kept warm), I do object to these roofs being fixed. Most of the roofs in the area were in good condition, despite being 50 years old, and so I can’t see any point in it.
Meanwhile the roads and pavements, which I and the majority of non-council tenants (and council tax payers) use are in a terrible state of disrepair. It’s really bad and I cannot find one square meter of pavement down our street that isn’t cracked – meanwhile the roads are more suited to 4×4 drivers!
So anyway, bang, bang, crash, crash. Woof! Woof! It’s hard to concentrate with the noise, but it has subsided now. Meanwhile, I’ve been a naughty boy and ordered some gear to upgrade my PC. Old components will soon be winging their way out of the door via a crafty eBay sale. What would we do without eBay, eh?
Meanwhile, whilst reading Billboard magazine and eating Rice KrispiesTM for breakfast, I spied the following picture. I thought I would share it with you because I quite like the Gibson “Playboy” guitar featured in the pic. It’s tasteless custom guitar design that you don’t see that often.
All together now…
“I wonder if she comes with the guitar?” 🙂