Month: June 2003

It seems that a couple of flies have taken up residence in my flat, much to my annoyance. They seem to move just a little bit faster than I do, thus evading capture/splatting. It was suggested I should try spraying them with perfume in order to get rid of them. Lacking such stuff, I asked if some eau de toilette pour homme would do the trick. Yes, came the reply.
I now have a hallway that smells really nice and a couple of flies that are a big hit with the laydeez. Great. I think I’ll buy some fly spray.

A night in tonight, with a cold beer, some good summery salad type food, music and a book, as I have a relatively early start tomorrow.

Strange experience this evening to pull onto the A27 at Crockerhill to find it deserted. It has been closed for most of the afternoon following a major accident at Fontwell, that has also closed the A29. I overheard a conversation in Waitrose this evening – apparently the accident involved a motorbike and the rider was very badly hurt.

Busy busy again today, preparing for a plant fair the nursery is attending this weekend. Looks like I’ll get sunburnt there tomorrow – I’ll be sure to pack some block.
At least I have the day off on Sunday, as Tim is doing the fair that day, so I’ll get a chance to catch up on a few more domestic duties. The flat is bordering on messy, and if I nip it in the bud this weekend, it’ll save me a lot of work. At least I have finally done the freezer – it took six hours to do last night, not finishing until about midnight.

All evening, I’ve been trying to find reference to a Tex Avery cartoon that featured the "Figaro, Figaro, Figaro" song from Puccini’s Barber of Seville. And I wasn’t thinking of the Bugs Bunny cartoon "Rabbit of Seville" or even the Woody Woodpecker classic that featured that song. Nope, I knew it was definitely an MGM cartoon directed by Tex Avery.
It was, of course, Magical Maestro (details can be found here), which featured a "leet-ul maaag-ic wand!", and is, almost without doubt, one of the funniest cartoons ever made. It was also one of the last that Tex Avery made for MGM. If ever you get a chance to see it uncut (a scene where Poochini is transmogrified into a Chinaman and then a black man is now often cut, even though there is absolutely nothing racist or offensive about it), be sure to empty your bladder before you watch it.
For more on Tex Avery, get this book, which happens to be in my wishlist [hint].

New Weebl.

Jobs I hate: defrosting the freezer. Guh.

I’m listening to "In Conversation with…" on Radio 4. Tonight’s guest is Bruce Forsyth. He’s incomparable. Did you know he made his TV debut in 1938? Not many performers can claim that.

Want one.

Staffing the nursery on my own this afternoon, my reverie has just been disturbed by a brown bundle of fluff who is demanding his tea. You can almost set your watch by Seamus. How do they do that? How do they know it is exactly 4.30 without a watch?