Well the baby is late. It obviously takes after the Missus. So we had to travel to Whipps Cross maternity unit for the Missus to be prodded and poked. For once we actually arrived early and got seen in good time. The young female doctor recommended two things to bring on the birth. Funnily enough, both suggestions I’d already made to the Missus and she was well impressed with my medical knowledge. Anyway, we were told that either a hot curry or sex would bring on the baby. Well The Missus isn’t a big curry fan and my labido takes a hit every time I try and contempate making a move on my heavily pregnany wife. It’s just not the done thing. This is the mother of my child – we weren’t put here to rut like common beasts.
So without either myself or the hot curry forthcoming, The Missus is booked to return to the hospital on the 15th where some hormon gel will be squirted into her over three hour periods until everything starts moving in a downward direction. Nice, innit? This is exactly 10 days before we are due to move house I might add.
What me, worry?
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…or should that be B-Day or Estimated Due Date or whatever. Today, the baby was due to arrive. It didn’t. Funnily enough this day also marked nineteen years since me and The Missus stepped out together. I’ll never forget that day: meeting up at Stratford bus station, heading into town via the Docklands Light Railway and the new skyline including a just-finished Canary Wharf. Things have changed a lot since then, they’ve also stayed very much the same. I’m still the same kid trapped in a man’s body and sometimes, if I catch her in my peripheral vision, I can spy The Missus tutting at my childish antics. Oh well, that’s the price of being a man. We never grow up!
So today we went to the pub for a couple of hours to celebrate. One of the bar staff threatened to stop serving us if we returned again without the baby born.
This is a short interview thing that myself and The Missus recorded a couple of weeks back when we were testing out our new Canon HV-10 digital camcorder. Basically, it’s us talking about the pregnancy and what it means to us. A bit different, but enjoy! (It’s a big download of 50Mb + so be patient)
Direct download: CLICK HERE
The download total for August 2007 is another record breaker with a gob-droppingly-big 93Gb of data shifted. Don’t think I’ll ever top that little total…
At last it is all over. Contracts signed, sealed and delivered. Exchange has taken place and our moving date set. I am currently:
happy/sad
relieved/stressed
fearful/calm
I’ve dealt with solicitors many times when buying our previous properties and I’ve always been a little anxious on the day of exchange. You know, going into a dry, airless office and signing your life away is going to make the pulse race and your temples sweat. But yesterday was different. I’ve never felt so calm in my life. I was almost beautific.
I wanted change. I embrace change. Now everything changes all at once. I must me completely mad.
And so our time here is coming to an end. Contracts have been inked, details have been hammered out and a completion date been set. The last couple of days have been particularly stressful for me as I have had to adopt a hard-nosed business persona to get what I want. The person I was dealing with was a little dishonest with the initial draft of the contract and I had to stand firm. Remembering shows such as “The Apprentice” I would ask myself “What would Donald Trump do?” and to a lesser extent “What would Alan Sugar do?”. My doggedness paid off and I got what I had made an offer on.
I might as well come clean now as I am on the home strait. I am quitting the freelance writing business and I am buying a busy shop in a little village. When you’ve achieved all you are going to achieve in your field it is time to change direction and do something completely different, I feel. Plus, I wanted to do something where I could do an honest day’s work (and get paid a decent wage for it, instead of scrabbling for freelance scraps like a dog) and still have time for BabyLockTM (who has yet to make an appearance). So that’s the big secret out of the bag.
The thing is that where we are going to is a small village and I don’t think it prudent to keep the blog going. It might scare off my customers! So maybe it is time to close this place down and only concentrate on my musical noodlings? The alternative is to go anonymous and create a pseudonym. I don’t know – the Internet isn’t as exciting as it used to be. It’s just a million mindless monkeys chattering for attention. I mean who the heck wants to read my self-centred bleatings, let alone download the tuneless drivel I record?
Anyway, let’s end on a positive note. Here’s a message posted on the blog from Luis of Spain:
First of all excuse me for my english. I´m from Spain. A love Robert Fripp like you. I find your music interesting, specially the soundscapes. This of 7/7/6 is extremly beautiful, fantastic, peacefull..
I have a Godin and an Axon (a unit like Roland).
Please tell me what equipment you use in this song and in general. Where do you obtein these sounds from?
Thanks.
Well Luis, thanks for your kind comments. It’s these words that fuel my creative fire. I certainly don’t do it for money, otherwise I’d have starved ages ago! But here’s my list of guitar equipment that I use in my recordings:
Godin xtSA guitar
Roland VG-88 Virtual Guitar System
Roland GR-33 Guitar Synthesiser
Boss DD-20 Giga-Delay
Boss RC-50 Loop Station
Hope this helps!
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