2009 — 14 April: Tuesday
Tonight's picture of Christa is even older than yesterday's, dating back to mid-1974 and our earliest courting days in those summer mornings in the grounds of ICL Beaumont.
Christa in Old Windsor, mid-1974
I spent the evening looking at some of the photos I took out in the garden...
... while mostly listening to some fabulous music on the radio, half-listening to the re-evaluation of Ayckbourn's "Norman Conquests" trilogy, and doing what I could to draft an email offering a few pitiful insights into crass masculine behaviour (I like to think it's not my particular expertise though that's not for me to say) to my chum Val over in Stockholm.
Blue LEDs get in your eyes... dept.
I've also now ordered my own Blu-ray copy of Juno as (a) it's a lovely little film and (b) the Blu-ray is actually a significant improvement over my existing DVD. (Mike likes spending my money! When he's not removing the overbright LEDs from that hdmi switchbox I've lent him, that is. He was thoughtful enough to send me over a pic of the post-surgery state of my little box, though I don't recall signing a patient consent form.)
No time to watch his Robin Williams film yet. G'night.
Happy deathday, Handel!
250 years ago, I gather. It's 08:07 and I'm in sore need of a cuppa to brush away the cobwebs.
Only asking... dept.
I'm sitting here, finishing off my breakfast and scratching what's left of my hair1 over this amazing article. Didn't that lovely Mr Blair recently convert to this particular cult? (Only asking.)
Just back from the supplies trail to find young Mr Postie has been and gone and done it:
If it looks like I'm on a Nic Roeg kick, blame my visit to the bargain shelves of Borders last week. It was there that I spotted "Puffball" which was a new title to me. But I wasn't going to pay High Street price for it. And, while surfing the Interweb malarkey, I decided to refresh my ancient copy of "The man who fell to earth" since it has a new documentary on it, and to fill in the gap with the Dennis Potter story "Track 29". Right; time (11:32) to set off in search of an Iris at the garden centre...
Later
But not so late that I can't grab a quick cuppa and then pootle into town, methinks. It's such a lovely day. By the way, we discovered why that Logitech universal remote control software hung during installation on both of Mike's PCs. The idiot programmers had hard-coded the location of the "temp" directory so (as in Mike's case) if it wasn't where expected the installation software got unpacked in the "wrong" place. Let's hope they haven't moved on to work on mission-critical software...
Aah, that's better:
I must say, pressing the green button for a 30 minutes free parking ticket in Shed City concentrates the wandering shopping mind more than somewhat. It's now 18:11 and the inner man is once again demanding some attention (despite a delicious chicken chasseur for lunch). Where do all these calories go?
It's 21:43 and (to the intermittent but extremely irritating sound of a neighbour's car-alarm) that's another Robin Williams film under my belt, as it were. Actually it was pretty good, with some echoes of "Strange Days", but it wasn't exactly a barrel of laughs. Time, therefore, for something a little more "gravity-dispelling".2 But what? That's a good question...
I note the formulator of Maddox's Second Law has died. (Source.)
And I've just ordered "Jane's Fame". As I said to Iris during our lunchtime (muddy) stroll along the river in Otterbourne, I'm getting more and more back into books. I regard this as a Good Thing.