2009 — 26 September: Saturday
Suddenly, it's already after midnight. I'm not remotely sleepy, so no change there. For tonight's picture of Christa I've chosen a "gathering of the clan" over in Meisenheim back in April 1985. Georg had set up his self-timer, though it seems neither Peter nor Vati (the gent with the stick) had quite worked out where his camera was...
Christa, surrounded by her family in Meisenheim, April 1985
Right. While I've got Mark Lamarr playing some excellent music, I shall get back to my DVD artwork scanning. Jolly good job this is a detached house!
G'night.
Here comes the sun
No, I'm not really thinking about the remastered "Beatles" set. Besides, this is the chap who resisted the complete "West Wing" for £50 as recently as yesterday. (Let's face it, it would be pretty silly to pay that for the sake of five hours of extras.) So, it's 10:32, I have a freshly-made cuppa, and BBC Radio 3 is a lot jollier than the NPR "discussion" on the problems of co-operation between the US and Pakistan. Ever onward. Better get dressed at some point, too. I've a little spot of shopping still to do.
Aah, Woodstock. PJ O'Rourke is on fine form. Source and snippet:
What with one thing and another, I was always touchy on the subject of Woodstock. I'm over it now, thanks to various books celebrating the 40th anniversary of too many people in bad haircuts going to an upstate New York dairy farm for no good reason. I've counted three of these books so far. Since counting to three was as much as most Woodstock attendees could manage on goof butts and silly pills, three is where I stop.
That's better
Shopping, shopped; lunch, lunched; venetian blind delivery, opened. I missed this when it was first broadcast, what with being up in the Midlands with my cousins...
It's still sunny and quite pleasant out there.
Later
Interesting to hear "Shanghai Jim" (Ballard) in the BBC's Archive on 4. It's dark, cool, quiet. I've lugged down another three cartons of stuff from the loft and am working systematically through it. Christa definitely had some squirrel genes in her make-up. Mind you, so do I. It's good fun, oddly.