2015 — 7 July: Tuesday
Last night's meal? A fillet steak at the Fisher's Pond. Last night's entertainment? "Grosse Point Blank" (on Blu-ray).1 Last night's nightcap for the visiting senior citizen? Some of my father's favourite tipple:
I declined, but will probably weaken and accept a tot if it's (pr)offered again :-)
Later today?
Some clothes shopping, I gather. In M&S of course. Not for me, I hasten to add. After all, the smell of petrol has largely dissipated. And not before some sleep. G'nite.
It's been somewhat moist out...
... there overnight, by the look of it. I was promised a cuppa in bed (of course!) but have just made my own while sounds of probable awakening drift down from upstairs. This older generation just doesn't have the stamina. When he asked me "What time do you wake up?" I replied 'about six hours after I go to sleep'. "And when's that?" 'Between 11 and 2 or so', says I, exaggerating only slightly. I switched off my light within a smidgen of 1, and having browsed the weekly Ubuntu newsletter I'm now about to catch the 7 o'clock mini-bulletin on BBC Radio 3.
As usual.
Speaking of "usual", I'm...
... unsurprised to be told that UK energy companies have been fiddling their customers. But then, I never bought into the simple-minded proposition that energy markets had been opened up to free market competition simply by allowing us hapless consumers to switch suppliers when the stuff all comes from basically the same places down basically the same sets of wires and hollow tubes in the first place. Thatcherism? Pah! One of the larger con tricks, if you ask me. (No-one does, of course.)
Between the ears
All those cycles...
... so clearly going to waste in my case. Not to mention BlackBeast's.
Several exhausting hours later
Lunch — another first for me — was a slightly messy but very tasty finger-food affair in the West Quay food hall, at the Chicago Rib joint. Although Southampton failed to offer any of a particular brand of pottery (Morcroft) that Mrs Big Bro particularly likes/collects it did manage to re-clad the lad in a set of clothes, and equip him with a new suitcase (probably for his latest batch of little model aircraft picked up from his chum in Swindon on a rather long diversion on his way here from High Wycombe yesterday).
Plus — after a minor navigational failure on the driver's part — I diverted him smoothly into Halfords to pick up a new in-car USB charger for my dominatrix-in-a-box (the original is mysteriously missing, but John will need my satnav for the next couple of days as he invades some old haunts in the North).
Some food and drinks in Waitrose, and some cheapo reading glasses for the ol' feller from the new household place my plumber had recommended, where Comet used to be.Anything for me? Just Yuval Noah Harari's book from WHS (after I'd browsed the section on Buddhism) for less than a fiver:
It's warm and a bit sticky out there. We both needed cuppas. I need another.
If only our former...
... beloved PM Tony Bliar could step up to the Jimmy Carter level back in 2009.