2011 — 19 October: Wednesday

Today's treat1 (courtesy of my birthday 'twin' Chris, and Gill) is lunch out at Fisher's Pond — assuming my dominatrix can find the place. I haven't been there since Christa, Peter and I attended a party at what was Gill's place in nearby Owslebury back when Peter was, quite literally, still a babe-in-arms. That would have been in late 1982 or early 1983. My, how Time flies.

Two fun emails to ponder. A funny "living will" text2 from Ute and Bob out in the Canaries, and a pointer (from Big Bro) to some interesting photo enhancement software which purports to have cracked the problem I mentioned here.

Oh well, again, it's time for sleep. In fact, even later than last night. G'night.

Had you asked...

... me, "Do you have any artwork by John Holmes?" until this morning my answer would have been "I don't think so." Turns out, had I studied the small print on the back cover, I could already have known he did the cover for my venerable paperback edition of Germaine Greer's polemical "Female Eunuch" which, I confess, I haven't re-read since I bought it in 1971 (when you could buy an intelligent read for 50p). Given his experiences as a porter at Smithfield, perhaps the image is a little less surprising. Click the pic for an obituary:

John Holmes

And the morning's first phone call was from Anglian, asking if I had received their leaflets. I said I had, thank you, and that I had no need for any further dealings with their fine organisation. Mr Smooth, that's me. I expect that will deter them for another year. It always has, so far.

You might say that, but...

... I couldn't possibly comment. "Televangelists Prove Prayer Is Useless", heh? And a link to a George Carlin clip. Nice. (Link.)

[Pause]

Back from a most enjoyable lunch and chatter and can now note what it was that I just managed to wrest from Mr Postie's grasp earlier as I was on the point of driving away:

Incoming

Plus a most welcome pair of cake crumbs from Uncle ERNIE. Dear Mama won, as well, this month.

  

Footnotes

1  Once again, it's slipped past midnight.
2  "If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:" (a long list consisting largely of alcohol, chocolate, and sex) "It should be presumed that I won't ever get better..." and thus please pull the plug.