Stomach is still sore. Not quite recovered from a day of intense pain yesterday. Oh woe is me! 🙂 The sad thing is that it looks as if I won’t be making the Tortoise gig tonight. It all depends on whether or not The Missus can flog the tix. If she can’t, I’m going to dose myself up on tablets and head over there. That will be fun.
In the post recently: a genuine VHS copy of “Bruford & the Beat”. I won this on eBay ages ago, but the cheap-ass vendor took my $11 for postage and then decided to send the tape via ground mail, so it took forever. He was supposed to send it AIRMAIL. Oh well, at least it arrived, I guess.
Category: Diary
Pain and suffering. Very bad stomach cramp that I’ve not had for a long, long while. I ate a bowl of Shredded Wheat yesterday and I am thinking that I might have a wheat intolerance because on previous occasions when I’ve had these cramps I’ve been on the Hoegaarden beer (which is white wheat beer). Are these two events linked? Who knows…
Me and the Missus are still suffering the effects of jetlag. What world travelling wimps we are…
In the post: Porcupine Tree – Deadwing LTD Edition
Today, I saw “Revenge of the Sith”. Being a Star Wars fan (but not one of those fans who dress up as their favourite character or name their children Greedo) I have been looking forward to this film since George Lucas first announced the new trilogy. OK – I admit it. I enjoyed the previous two films too, but I saw them for what they were: pieces of entertainment aimed primarily at seven year olds. This time around it was different and Lucas made a film for the old people. It was a nasty, dark descent into Hell with lots of severed limbs and heads thrown into the mix. I enjoyed it a lot and when the two little infants were handed over to their respected adopted parents and the opening strains of the original Star Wars theme began to play, there was a little drop of moisture gathered in my eyes. It was the air conditioning, I tell you. The AIR-CONDITIONING! Good fun, but not for the kiddiwinks…
Coincidence is a funny thing. Throughout my life, I have noticed that coincidence (or “fate” or synchronicity) is a powerful and unexpected force. One of the more memorable incidences of coincidence happened when I was around 13 years old and I was with my grandmother visiting the grave of my recently deceased great-grandmother. In the cemetary, who should I spy but my errant father, the woman he left my mother for and the child they recently had together being wheeled in a buggy. As you can imagine, this was a smack in the chops and almost made me vomit on the spot. When you break it down, I suppose the chances were there, but considering that he lived in Kent, me in East London and we were visiting two separate graves in a cemetary that covered quite a large distance, it always leaves me a bit gobsmacked that our paths could ever cross. Ever since then, I’ve always been aware of the power of coincidence.
Take for example, my return journey from Las Vegas. While waiting to board the plane, I noticed my old boss of 2000/1 in the queue. In fact, he stood right beside me and we made eye contact, but being a completely faceless, chameleon-like chap, he totally failed to recognise me. And the coincidence? Well we were on the same place and sitting in the same row…number 42. I’d pre-booked my seats. I was in 42E and he was in 42A. That’s coincidence for you. Spooky, eh?
Tonight – Laurie Anderson at the Barbican. Let’s hope that the tube behaves itself this time…
With all the transatlantic travel, the body clock is a little up in the air at the moment. Here’s a picture of us on our hols:
In the post: VDGG tix to Shepherds Bush Empire.