2011 — 2 November: Wednesday

Here's hoping the Ikea bed shows up, and fits in the space I cleared for it. Meanwhile, somehow it's now 01:01 and1 therefore time for further sleep.

G'night.

Apparently...

... Ravel himself said (of the 'Bolero') that he'd produced only one musical masterpiece and that there was no music in it. I disagree, as does the present BBC Radio 3 breakfast programme host, Sara Mohr-Pietsch. Mind you, it's a bit on the early side for breakfast if you ask this retired chap. Still nice music to go with my cuppa, though.

I wonder exactly which bit of that book my one-time neighbours urged me to read in the original (that being the only way to grok the inner truth of the Koran) deals with the appropriate use of Molotov cocktails as a weapon against satire? What an amazing religion2 (if that's what it is).

While I wait...

... and wait, and wait, say "Hi" to Boris — one of Len's pair of Siberian Forest kittens. Click the pic for a bigger image:

Boris

Obviously a relaxed mouser. I don't know where Ivan was. But then I don't know where Mr Ikea is, either. <Sigh> Though, after an email jog, at least Junior was able to tell me that he should arrive by 3 pm. Meanwhile, I've further dismantled the single bed, which is now parked in the kitchen as Plan A was for a chap called John to show up to collect it at 7 pm this evening. But Plan B is for him to collect it tomorrow as he's now on his way to London to fix a broken-down coach (if I heard it right).

Having decided to re-introduce my DVDO Edge video scaler into the system (inevitable picture here) I've spent a happy half an hour rooting around for the mini-USB cable needed to hook it up to BlackBeast so I could upgrade the firmware all the way up to the August 2011 level. This should fix the nasty habit of the scaler going into stand-by if fed with a digital audio signal without video, which could well make it even more useful as a signal hub on occasion.

I may even get a chance to scan the cover art of the three videos that arrived today. But not before my next cuppa. It's already 13:47 and the day is rapidly getting away from me.

Right, two lads showed up at about 3 minutes before 3 pm and swiftly shifted all the bits'n'bobs up into Peter's room, then headed straight off back up to London. All I have to do now is try not to stub any limbic extremities on the other set of bits'n'bobs currently parked in the kitchen for another 24 hours or so. And Peter and Peter's g/f are tentatively planning to drop in next Sunday. I'm sure I can find a screwdriver or two for them.

Incoming

A blu-ray, and a couple of non-mainstream DVDs.

Incoming

I've just received an invitation to spend Christmas with my favourite cousins in the Midlands. Lousy weather ruled this out for the last two years, so here's hoping.

  

Footnotes

1  As ever.
2  Dangerous stuff — it tends to overfill peoples' heads, leaving little or no room for real thought.