2009 — 6 May: Wednesday
Having just finished watching not only The Shawshank Redemption (on Blu-ray) but also a fair few of the (four hours of) various documentary extras it's now well past bed time. So, just quickly, tonight's picture:
It's another from the early days of parenthood, not to mention the then-new, and never cleaner, Honda Civic (paid for by three freelance training packages / books for ICL). Yawn. G'night, at 01:26 or so.
Crikey!
Unyawn. It's 10:29 and, apart from the refreshing shower, I've done nothing this morning, except sleep! I was going to add "This won't do" but, actually, why the hell not, now and again? Definitely time for a cuppa, though. And to celebrate the next £25 from ERNIE, though I won't see it for another couple of weeks.
The smile while listening to those "Ladies of Letters" was wiped off my face (briefly) by our fragrant Home Secretary selling the dubious benefits of a National ID card in a chilling news sound-bite — I hope she was merely reciting text prepared for her by misguided assistants, as I'd hate to think she's that cleverly twisted all by herself. That would be dangerous. Smile quickly restored when hearing that the MD of a "safety camera" manufacturer has been nabbed in a police speed trap.
Having failed to find the new issue of "The Word" magazine yesterday, I disloyally opted instead for "Mojo" (which has a nice look at Island records). Their cover-mounted CD is mighty nice,
but am I going mad, or is the Jethro Tull track "We used to know" (from their 2nd album Stand Up in 1968) amazingly similar to the Eagles track "Hotel California" (from their 1976 album of the same title [I would say eponymous, if I was sure I could spell it])?
Finally!
Amazon has sent me "pre-order" details for the re-release of that magnificent 1973 film The friends of Eddie Coyle by "Criterion". Now there's a "must-have".
Say, Mister!...
... was you ever bit by a "502 — bad gateway"? I fear molehole.org was for a couple of hours earlier today. Sorry!
It's 19:57 and about time I popped some food into the empty tum. Then, methinks, another film.
<Sigh!> Says it all, frankly.