2010 — 19 January: Tuesday
Despite having tentatively planned a walk, we decided to give it a miss until the weekend. So I'm available for parties and bar-mitzvahs or, more likely, lunch at that bikers' café with the healthy (ie, trimmed) bacon. It's already somehow crept past midnight again.
I enjoyed "Swing" by the way. Nice little film. G'night.
From out the ...
... morning mist has just come the "wrong" bin lorry for the colour of bin I rolled out last night. Most of my neighbours made the same guess I did (the collection got derailed last week and we assumed they'd continue to alternate rather than going for two consecutive black bins on the trot, as it were). Never try to out-think1 a municipal clerk.
It's 09:52 and I shall be off on some co-piloting travels within the hour to assist Peter. Hasty breakfast, therefore, to chase the initial cuppa.
Being able to resist anything except temptation, I have given in and ordered my first DVD of the new decade. But who could resist Season #5 of Weeds? Putting the herb in suburb, indeed! Besides, I know I can stop any time I want to...
Next item?
A little pootle out in search of my next issue of Word, a fresh Radio Times and, perhaps, a comestible or three. It's 13:13 and quite bright, though the remains of thick snow still lingers along parts of the A272 and in Loomies' car park. Brrr.
I'm a cheeky sod
Which explains, no doubt, why I'm now (14:52) just about to set off to blag a cuppa and some idle (and, possibly, idolatrous) chat from my friends Roger and Eileen. We're retired, you know, and in need of a retread :-) Besides, it's way past time I returned his copy of "The misery of Christianity"!
Somewhat later
It's 18:58 as I digest my evening meal and catch up with episode #7 of the Pallisers. Funnily enough, I was exchanging emails only yesterday with a chum who asserted that radio was superior to TV. While I readily agreed in general, I have to say that this appalling "comedy" on BBC Radio 4 doesn't support the assertion.
I've decided to have one more little trial of the "Georgia" font, using it for the three major levels of heading (though I try generally to use only two levels — a habit I picked up in ICL in 1974 in my camera-ready copy production days, partly because of the primitive method2 we used to "bolderise" text). It's a very long time since I had to exert such low-level physical control over the appearance of printed characters.