Category: old blogging

Blogger is being cranky this morning.
Right, first things first – the EXTREMELY LARGE BIG NEWS OF THE WEEKEND is that Brighton live to fight another day. We must win away against already-relegated Grimsby next week, and Stoke must lose at home to play-off contenders Reading. I can feel my blood pressure going up already – next Saturday will be a very stressful day.
And talking of blood pressure, mine is fine, a fact confirmed yesterday by Nurse Barbara, a person less like Barbara Windsor than you could possibly imagine.

Off to the doctor’s surgery in a few minutes for a check-up with Nurse Barbara, who sounds like someone from a Carry On film.
Then, after visiting the bank, it’s down to the railway station to meet up with Sarah and then head off to Brighton to see Kate, and hopefully drop in on Charlie later. Today’s objectives: to continue the search for boots, to suss out rugs for the hall and to drink beer,

Treated myself to the latest Autechre album, Draft 7.30, this evening. Can’t decide if it is brilliant industrial noise, or just random samples, squeaks and bleeps. Either way, I think it could grow on me, although I don’t know anyone else who would listen to it all the way through.

And we have real rain today too. Yay!

This is the first moment I’ve had for sitting at the PC – I’ve been rushing around all day, including a trip to Somerset and back to deliver a couple of orders.
It’s really lovely down there, around the Frome and Wincanton area. Although Frome itself seems a little grubby at first glance, and Wincanton is dominated by the A303 and a ghastly Safeway store. But the villages and hills are lovely – the perfect sort of place if you like rolling English countryside where everything is verdant, not a lot happens and the lanes are crammed with idiots towing caravans.
I’ve thought before that it might be nice to have a holiday in those parts, but not the caravan variety. Maybe rent a little cottage and do some walking. And check out the local pubs, of course. Hmm. Might yet do that. And it’s not impossible to get there by train from here either.

Kim Jong Il webcam yay!!!

Interesting. It might just work, especially the financial measures.
More interestingly, many of you will have noticed that the county cricket season is back underway, and Sussex seem to be doing well in their opening match against Middlesex. Although, of course, the weather is winning at the moment.

Still sleepy. And we’ve had rain, though not much.
More exciting news as events warrant.

Can I go home now? I’m tired and need to sleep.
I slept pretty well last night, waking up only ever so briefly just once in the night, but I had a bit of a headache when I woke up this morning, which may be related to the pile of oil-treated wood sitting in the hallway immediately outside my (doorless) bedroom.

I’ve just spent over an hour putting Danish oil on my new shelves and also onto some CD racks I’ve had lurking here for a while. It’s quite a therapeutic task, with obvious and tangible results (not least being the oily smell that is now well and truly ingrained in my hands in spite of repeated scrubbing). But, as with many therapeutic tasks, the mind can wander. Where does Danish oil come from? Is it made from freshly pressed Danes? Why Danish? Why not Norwegian? Can you get extra virgin Danish oil? Would that be more expensive and come in a fancy glass jar?
As usual, Google comes up with answers, or at least the sensible ones anyway.