2010 — 17 April: Saturday
Midnight again already. How does that happen? I must say, William Orbit's "Strange Cargo" albums are particularly suitable for listening at this time of night. Though I'm not sure my best friend is paranoia :-)
Yawn. G'night.
Lovely morning sunshine...
... so I'd better not waste it. It's 08:50 and the cuppa will help reboot me. The plums have been stewed and are cooling. Apparently it's exactly 50 years since the death of Eddie Cochran, hence the second hour of Brian Matthew's programme is entirely devoted to this talented guitarist.
I see that those "dismal scientists" (economists, lest you wonder) can always explain what went wrong after the event. And, of course, make further money by explaining things to the rest of us. (Source.)
Better grab me some breakfast. And admire the cherry blossom:
I declare Spring sprung! Mercy me, my (Firefox) browser has just disabled its latest Java plug-in on the grounds of security and reliability problems. Cool.
Hi, Mr Postie...
My chum Brian put me on to these two titles; though I've read the book "100 strokes of the brush before bed" I didn't realise it had been filmed. And "Josie" (he tells me) is hilarious and "feel-good". That always works for me. (As does Parker Posey, of course.)
Loose change
I can remember when £300 seemed like an enormous sum of money. (Indeed, it was the amount of my first-ever bank loan to pay for a new back-boiler in our first house in Old Windsor1 — and painfully paid off at £15/month.) Now, it seems, my one-time "smarter investor" building society that foolishly became a bank (thank you, Maggot Scratcher) that got over-extended and then ended up being bought by an international Spanish gang will soon be making £300 the minimum withdrawal from their cash machines. How things change, heh? Sounds like an invitation to a mugging, were I a Daily Mail headline writer.
Strangely, the current capo of the Conservatives openly expresses the wish that his gang should be put back in power (or Sauron rides again, as I like to think of it). I would threaten to leave the country but a) I couldn't face the upheaval, and b) just where, exactly, is there a better fox-hole these days? Riddle me that.
5:7:5 time
Bearing in mind what Coleridge is said to have said2 about poetry (versus prose) I look out for Haiku. I rediscovered this one...
... while looking (of course) for something completely different. I suspect it was something I heard on the steam radio — judging by the dust, some while ago.
It's only 22:23...
... but I'm seriously thinking of calling it a day for the day. I'm cream-crackered. We have a walk pencilled in for tomorrow. East Meon, watch out! I seem to have managed to make it through the day without speaking to anyone (if you discount shouting angrily at politicians and commentators on the radio). Must be my age :-)