Several years ago I
turned away from the telly because it was crap. I looked to the
Internet and found all sorts of other and better crap on it. And now
with my Google ChromeCast I can broadcast this other and better crap
to the telly. What goes around comes around.
I spent ages last night
streaming my favourite You-Tube videos to the telly. UltraVox, South
Park, ELO, Sparks cover versions, Parenthetical Girls, Gorgeous Tiny
Chicken Machine Show, Gay Daleks, even all the things the lesbian
pirates said too.
Bearing in mind my
penchant for using sat-nav for finding sandwich boxes, sometimes I
wonder if the high-tech wonders of this modern age are wasted on me.
It's possible I streamed too much; I had a rather disturbing dream
that my smallest grandchild's first words were "doesn't
Grandad watch a load of rubbish?"
I was up early today - I
took my dog with me to get the car M.O.T.-ed. We left the car at the
garage and walked home. As we walked guess who picked a fight with
what looked to be the love child of a grizzly bear and a dinosaur. As
usual with most dog-disagreements it was my one that was full of gob
and the other one that backed down. It was only when we were half way
home that I realised I’d forgotten to pick up poo-bags. I’m
usually so OCD about dog-dung-bags.
I was so pleased that
"Furry Face TM" didn’t need to
drop anything this time.
Once home I had a quick
tidy-up and then I went through my letter rack. First of all I
checked my bank and credit cards statements. They are always worth
checking - they aren’t always right. We got a free drink out of the
Royal Oak in deepest Sussex last year, and it looks like I got a
consignment of geocaching kit for free a little while ago as well.
Whilst far from rich, the
accounts are looking far rosier than they were over the forced
austerity of the last few years. I then found a voucher the garage
had sent me a while ago for five quid off my next M.O.T.. I was just
putting it in my pocket for later when the phone rang. My car was
ready; M.O.T. passed. Result.. All that needed doing was one light
bulb needed replacing.
So me and "Furry
Face TM" walked back to WIllesborough to
get the car. The garage had offered to come collect me, but a walk
does us both good.
I don’t think it did
any good for the three spaniels on whom my dog declared war though.
We came home, and over
lunch I watched the episode of “Extant” from two weeks
ago. It was quite entertaining. I then hopped into the car and drove
to Crowborough. There is a rather good specialist saxophone shop
there.
I’ve never seen so many
saxophones; there must have been over a hundred on display. They were
rather sexy. I was rather taken with a dark grey one which was only
slightly more expensive then the new back door I’m buying.
But I didn’t need a new
sax; I needed a new mouthpiece. The nice man set me up in a
soundproof practice room and I tested out three mouthpieces before
deciding that they really did all sound different. It was only a
shame that the one I liked the best was the most expensive one.
I bought it anyway; my
current mouthpiece cost me more than the saxophone to which it is
attached.
Home (via a crafty
geocache) and I watched another episode of “Extant”
whilst the washing machine did its thing with some whites. Half way
through the episode I had a phone call from someone from "Geoffery
Masons" who was trying to pull some kind of PPI scam. I
wasted fifteen minutes of his time before hanging up on him.
I then spent a little
while fiddling with ny two latest Wherigo games. I shall field-test
them tomorrow (weather permitting). I suspect one is ready to
go, and one is not quite there yet.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered, and unlike last time I was able to get along. There was
sausage rolls and cake. Cheesey Puffs and port. And even Star Trek
too. Can't be bad..
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