2010 — 17 January: Sunday
Just a placeholder for now — our planned 8-mile hike demands a proper chunk of beauty sleep. And a packed lunch, but I shall assemble that nearer the event. I haven't even watched the portrait of Clement Freud yet, though it's safely on the Freesat PVR's hard drive downstairs. I'm hoping for a few choice jokes I haven't heard before.
G'night.
The outside world...
... looked a lot less enticing at 06:40 than it does now that there are signs of sun and a hot cuppa to hand. It's 08:27 and the rain has, indeed, vanished as per forecast. So far, so good. Breakfast, packed lunch, and waterproof boots are now high on my agenda.
Always interesting to hear from, or about, Brian Eno:
On reporting in the 1990s that there was too much music being released and he was not going to add to it any more
"I didn't think it through to be honest."
On the end of an era
"I think records were just a little bubble through time and those who made a living from them for a while were lucky.
Following a random comment elsewhere on the Guardian took me to a wiki with a nice "Bible spoiler" on its front page. (It all blows up in the end!) I like that, somehow. And their piece on Pascal's wager brought me here. Good stuff. I like the idea of God speaking with a Welsh accent and a slight lisp... :-)
Nor could I resist the name here. Let alone the golf ball autopsies. And the origin of "rutabaga".
A fine pair...
... of hats. Mine (the Banjo) turns out not to be made from kangaroo leather after all. No matter — never look a gift hat in the mouth, say I:
Mike's (bought after admiring Big Bro's birthday present to me) is made from kangaroo, hunted as vermin, it seems, though I'm not sure of the model. Andrew pressed the shutter on this occasion. We obviously need to keep working on his own choice of headgear:
It was a good, long, walk in excellent weather and not as muddy as we'd expected. Still a tiny bit of ice around in places, too.
Next up? Well, I'm thinking of another cuppa, and a nice hot soak in advance of this evening's meal and entertainment. I'll be going back over to Mike's to watch his newly-arrived Blu-ray of "District 9", which should be suitably mindless mayhem for a Sunday evening. It's 16:05 and the sky is just starting to cloud over a little and lose some of its blue. It made a very welcome change to see the sun today.
It's later
In fact, it's 18:27 and I need to throw some glad rags on and fire up the chariot for its second tour of duty. Looks cold and clear out there.