Last night I wasted ages
messing about with a geo-puzzle. I couldn't solve it. This morning I
woke and suddenly realised that five times five is not twenty-three,
and went on to get the thumbs-up from the geo-checker in a matter of
seconds.
I came downstairs, mopped
up the small puddle of dog tiddle (I never wanted a dog) and
over brekkie watched an episode of "Game of Thrones".
A fully-dressed Nudey DragonGirl appeared fleetingly, and for all
that there was a lot of bloodshed no pork swords were wielded in
today's installment.
I set off to work; a new
geocache had gone live nearby. I didn't think I'd get the FTF; I
didn't. I then went on to Junction 11 of the motorway for another
quick geo-church thingy. From there I made my way to Morrisons.
Before Christmas they had gadgets for hoiking the hair out of your
lug-holes and nostrils (it's sad to grow old!). They've now
sold out. I shall have to try eBay
As I drove Ray
Winstone was being interviewed on the radio for "Desert
Island Discs". Having been on telly for years playing
assorted tough men I didn't realise he was actually an ex-boxer; and
a rather successful one at that. I've always liked Ray Winstone as an
actor; I particularly liked him in "Scum" and in
"Henry VIII". Mind you I did think his choice of
records this morning was a little pretentious. But I seem to think
that of everyone who is on "Desert Island Discs".
Perhaps if a few more
people went for records by Sparks, ELO and Ivor Biggun I might
respect their choices a little more.
I got to work for the
late shift; the car park seemed rather empty. I suppose a lot of
people are still on holiday. I had thought about taking the day off;
but I've just had a week off. Going back in for just one day might
ease me back into work gently. So I eased myself back into work
gently. At lunchtime I also eased myself gently back into sax
practice. I'd let that slip over the last week. Having spent a week
playing what I want to play, and then a week playing nothing at all I
felt I really should get on with the set homework.
Homework this time
involves "improvising". It seems that what at first
looks like random improvisation actually follows rather clever
musical rules. You can't just play any old note in any old order -
that just makes a noise.
I'm getting the hang of
it, but it's not easy...
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