After I finished my
painting last night I spent the rest of the evening in front of the
telly, since "er indoors TM" had
gone bowling. I did the same the night before as well.
Thank heavens that I had
my laptop with me. The amount of adverts between and during the
programs is getting beyond a joke. For all that I like Star Trek,
Porridge and Blackadder, I really wish I could fast forward through
the adverts. I wouldn't mind so much, but there's only about a dozen
adverts and the constant repetition of them gets rather gutty after
an hour or so.
One of the programs I
watched was "Time Team". As they got to the end of
the first day's digging, Tony Robinson held up a manky bit of broken
pot. It was about half an inch long, and maybe an inch deep. One of
the program's experts nearly tiddled his pants in excitement,
announcing that this manky bit of broken pot was the best thing
they'd found all day. (Which is why I have absolutely no interest
in going digging with the arky-ologee club).
Yesterday I touched on
the costs inherent in the hobby of oil painting. And I have
identified an economy. But before I make that economy I have a
question. What is the difference between "Artist's White
Spirit" and "White Spirit". One comes in
very small expensive bottles from the art & craft shop. The other
comes in large cheap bucketfuls from B&Q. In my naivety it looks
to me that the only difference is about five pounds per litre.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered at Chip's house and we watched an episode of Doctor Who. The
third one with Christopher Ecclestone which had teh Doctor and Rose
meeting Charles Dickens. A good episode, and it was good to meet up
with friends.
The plan was to watch the
Northern Lights this evening: with the sun going doolally, aurora was
apparently visible tonight. Or that it it would have been if there
hadn't been 100% cloud cover. Astronomy is a crap hobby; every time
there's something worth watching, you can't see it because it will be
too cloudy...
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