2006 — Day 3 - shiver me (house) timbers
It's almost enough to make you buy a hot water bottle! Actually, Lidl had a job lot of kiddy-sized ones, but the designs left something to be desired. Cold, foggy, damp — what better way to start a life of leisure? The new central heating pump is sitting on the stairs awaiting Brian the Plumber's attendance this evening. B&Q would have given me a 10% pensioner's discount apart from two minor details: it's not Wednesday, and I'm five years too young.
I see I've already managed to miss Clive James reading from North Face of Soho so I shall just have to read it the old-fashioned way. Assuming I can actually find my copy. I've also deduced that the group is called "Ladytron", not "604". Sounds rather like "Tonto's Expanding Head Band" if you ask me. Of course, if I could read the tiny print on the back of the CD insert I might even find their acknowledgement of sampling same.
In later news...
Amazing the difference a couple of hours spent pushing hot fluids around the house can have on the psyche. The "Grundfos" is doing its thing though, if the black gritty sludge that apparently killed its predecessor is any guide, the whole damned pipework needs a thorough blow job, or power flush, or whatever the technical term is. (I'm reminded of the joke about the Italian lady immigrant in the US whose stated ambition was to emulate Ms. "Arizona Pipperlini"; laid by 500 men in a month.)
Ralph McTell live on BBC 6music — you're missing a treat, Brian (the non-plumber), unless you're in an Auckland Internet café right now, I suppose. Plus Lewis Lapham in an odd, musical documentary on The American Ruling Class, members of which denied its existence, of course. Good job I don't have to get up and go to work in the morning! (Yawn.)