Well the warm weather arrived and we spent the day walking into town and then having a few drinks at our local. Didn’t want to stay out too late because of missing the final Dr Who episode. Got home early, both had a little siesta and then woke to find that we’d missed the final Dr Who episode! Whoops… No problem, we caught the repeat showing on BBC3. It was great stuff. Really sad to see Eccleston go because I thought he was EXACTLY what the series needed. Don’t think David Tennant is the right guy (in my head it should be Sean Pertwee – making a nice bit of continuity with the past) but I’ll be cheering from the sofa when the series returns at Xmas.
In the post on Saturday: the recent Van der Graaf remasters. Ordered these ages ago and they took forever to turn up. Not bad.
The local guitar shop was closing down and I had a dream relating to this. In my dream, I saw a horrible guitar (similar to a Yamaha invisible guitar design) with nylon strings, but I bought it. They wouldn’t accept cash and I had to use my credit card. Of course, this was a dream and it would have been interesting to see if such an ugly guitar was actually for sale.
On Sunday, pottered around. Too hot to do anything else. Played some Internet poker in the garden and had a little win.
Today, the mugginess continues and some very loud thunder means that Alex the Wonderdog has been glued to my side. Got work to be doing but it is too icky to get behind it. Oh well, any excuse. 🙂 Wonder if Wimbledon will get rained off. I predicted it would last week as it always seems to get rained off on the first day.
In the post: Laurie Anderson – Video Collection. Managed to find a proper copy of this VHS release from the early 1990s. Never seen it before and it was a real thrill to seem some of these promos. Can you believe it, it was the first time I had ever seen the promo to O Superman.
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Ever wanted to know what it’s like to sleep with Angelina Jolie? Billy Bob reveals all here. If you want to get the same effect at home, just get jiggy with the furniture. Personally, I’ve always thought Ms Jolie needs to be dipped in disinfectant, if you ask me. But then no-one did. 🙂
In the post: a Gordon Haskell DVD. Don’t ask. I bought it on a whim.
Apparently, it’s going to be a scorcher this weekend. Can’t wait. I say bring it on, Mr Sunshine.
Now for some sad news. It’s been drawn to my attention that a company that I used to work for has ceased trading. I spent 5 years working for Intelfax and I had a pretty good time there. But like all things, I could see the end was near, but I didn’t realise it was that near. I have visions of Bill Skirrow releasing all those startled and frightened subtitlers back into the wild, with them scurrying, bleary-eyed over Westminster Bridge to freedom. Good luck all those who were there at the end. It was kind of fun watching those marathon sessions of The Simpsons I provided when I hooked up my own video to the TV distribution system in our office. Fun times.
Yesterday, I managed to fall asleep at my keyboard while actually writing an article. My god, if my writing has that effect on me what does it do to the poor reader? When I awoke, Alex was lying at my feet.
Today, been trying to avoid reading spoilers to the final Dr Who episode, but I just can’t help myself. The Sun newspaper had a picture of the Emperor Dalek. It looks suitably big and scary. I can’t wait for Saturday night.
In the post: a box of 100 blank printable CD-Rs for the production of more Sows’ Ears. We sold out again last week and I need to get some more together. Very popular. Don’t think I am making any money from this: the postage to America wipes out any profit and I am just about breaking even.
The saga of my broken SanDisk 1Gb memory card continues. The last episode concluded with me discovering that I needed to return the item to the UK distributor for a replacement. I duly packaged it up and sent it by Special Delivery to the address provided. Only it isn’t as easy as that. Now it seems that my packet made it all the way to the Reading mail office but somehow disappeared there. Where did it go? So now I have no chance of getting a replacement item and I have a battle on my hands to get the Royal Mail to issue me with a refund for an item it lost. Hurrah! I wouldn’t mind, but that memory card was very expensive and I’d used my remaining spending money from PayPal to pay for it (when I could have used that cash to buy CDs on eBay).
Moan, moan, moan, moan, moan… 🙂
Meanwhile, the wonderful Sun newspaper website has a wonderful article encouraging people to do the housework in the buff. Of course, they use a suitably endowed lady to emphasis the erotic qualities of doing the ironing:
Somehow, I don’t think a picture of me in my birthday suit, ironing my underpants, would have had the same effect! C’mon The Sun, what about equality, eh?
Yesterday, two fellows from separate companies arrived to look at the house and prepare a quote for the work on Chez Lock. One of them advised us that the work would be “very expensive”. This is worrying as we only have a limited budget. We’ve asked for two quotes to be drawn up from each company, one of the quotes is for the cheapest option.
In the post: paperwork from the bank.
Still feeling listless and over-tired. Keep nodding off at the keyboard and if I have a lie-down on the bed, I fall asleep almost instantly. The Missus thinks that I need to get out of the house more. Well I would if Alex the Wonderdog would actually want to come walkies with me. Most people take their dogs for a walk, I take my dog for a drag. Sometimes it gets quite embarrassing, especially when we pass a bus stop full of people and the little sod puts the brakes on. Oh well, I’ve always got to look the total shit, so deal with it.
Here’s a pic of Alex posing with my bass:
He looks so innocent doesn’t he? But he has a plan…
Interesting piece about the Pink Floyd reunion:
http://enjoyment.independent.co.uk/music/features/story.jsp?story=646855
Some advice often given when attending an interview or delivering a presentation is to imagine your interviewer/audience naked. It seems that this fellow got it the completely wrong way around!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/4091636.stm
So anyway, the Locks are planning an expansion at Chez Lock and we wanted to get some work done on the house. The Missus duly did her research and called four builders who advertise to do the kind of work we wanted done.
The first appointment was for Friday evening at 6.30pm. At 6.10pm, I received a call from the woman who was going to survey our house and draw up the quote. She wasn’t feeling very well and couldn’t make it. Could we reschedule? I was pretty annoyed at this because I had tidied up and the Missus had left work extra early to be here. I made some quip about “must be a good party you are going to…and well it is a Friday night we all like to get drunk on a Friday, no?” and sent her on her way.
On Monday, the second company was due to call at 7.00pm. Of course, they never bothered to turn up or even call to announce the fact that they couldn’t be bothered to turn up.
The third company didn’t bother to return our calls – so that’s another no show.
Our fourth choice is due to arrive tonight. However, at 9.30am, after walking Alex the Wonderdog, I noticed a message on the answer machine. It was from the fourth choice informing a “Mr Ford” that last night’s survey had been successful and that the quote was in the post for him to sign. What the heck was that all about???
Without sounding too much like Alan Partridge: “This country!”