I have this domain hosted for another year, more by inertia than judgement. It seems a trifle redundant after 6 years to pay for a site purely to host my MP3s and an email address in these days of Myspace and iLike (where I've parked 40-odd MP3s for free). Cybertimes change so rapidly! Ah well, now I've paid for it I might as well waffle:

• Carpal tunnel is playing merry hell with the guitar playing and I have an appointment with a consultant on 16th. My guess is the operation will be in late November. Then I'll have a matching pair of mutilated mits!
• The cockroach treatments ceased a couple of weeks back. Hurrah!
• I appeared on BBC Radio4's Case Notes programme on Tuesday of this week, reminiscing about my whopping paracetamol overdose back in the '90s. Helen Sharp, the producer, came up on the train and recorded us having intercourse on my futon. She's actually very good and it feels like a friendly natter rather than a grilling.
• The birthday was rather shite due to the bank not opening till 10am and the little boy behind the counter at the Superdrug pharmacy. The bank made me late and I picked up some bottles of lovely real ale on 'special' at Sainsburys as a birthday treat, then made the fatal mistake of popping in to Superdrug for my 'owings'. As it was the day after the bank holiday Monday there was a small queue of old age perishers and the prescription collection service had been disrupted. The little imp behind the counter decided to ring up an old dear's surgery to see if her 'repeat' had been collected; off his own bat - the old dear wasn't bothered. Needless to say he was on the phone for a good 10 minutes before getting round to dealing with us. My magic talc was in that morning's delivery and he decided to unpack it and get it bagged and checked and dispensed. I was cutting it fine for my supposedly therapeutic reading group. I lugged my shopping bags out of the Grosvenor Centre and... the left hand bag caught an iron pillar supporting the veranda... an ominous band-cum-smash and a pleasing bouquet of St Peter's ale wafted up from the bright orange bag-for-life. I left an aromatic trail of ale down Fish Street, across the vestibule and in the lift before depositing a bag of broken glass, beer and interesting cheese in the bath tub before giving the lift a good-neighbourly mop, closing the door on the world and unleashing a primal scream of vernacular describing human genitalia and it's generative usage. Harrumph!
• Currently enjoying D.H. Lawrence's Sons and Lovers together with Bernhard Schlink's Flights of Love (for the reading group). Also knocked off and enjoyed Jules Verne's Five Weeks in a Balloon/Around The World in Eighty Days and Albert Camus' The Plague.

That's all folks!

Look after yer elves!

2008 snogs

posted by Andy 07:18