After a reasonable
night's sleep I got up and thought I'd give myself a haircut. For
about fifteen years I've been using a set of Wahl hair trimmers but
they finally gave up the ghost, and for Christmas "er indoors
TM" got me a Babylis hair trimmer. At the
risk of appearing ungrateful I hate the thing. It doesn't actually
trim or cut anything, it just pulls the hair out. It hurts to use it;
it's had a fair trial and if any of my loyal readers want the thing,
it's yours.
Over brekkie I saw a new
geocache had gone live near Appledore. They don't seem to appear as
regularly locally as once they did so I thought I'd chase the First
to Find. However being unprepared to charge out of the house at a
moment's notice and then drive at breaknecck speed meant I was (yet
again) beaten to the FTF by a few minutes.
Most (pretty much
all) geocaches within fifteen miles of home are found within an
hour of publication by the same team who seem happy to drop
everything and run out of the house the very second a notificiation
email appears. When I first started chasing the FTFs two years ago
there were at least half a dozen people who would also chase after
them. There was quite the element of the fun of the hunt. Now
everyone else has given up chasing them and I too don't think I will
bother any more.
As I drove to work for
the late shft there was an interview on the radio about a chap who
was composing music for Charlie Chaplin movies which are apparently
having something of a resurgence.
I've never like Charlie
Chaplin films; I've never liked Charlie Chaplin. Apparently over one
hundred years ago he was the best of friends with a cousin of my
grandmother. They were all living in the east end of London; all
*very* poor. The young Chaplin was helped out and looked after
by so many people. But when opportunity knocked he immediately turned
his back on them all.
I'd like to think that if
I were in his position I wouldn't. I wonder...
I got to work; I did my
bit. At lunch time I went out to the car park to do my saxing. As I
set up I saw there was a chap sitting on the car park's kerb about
twenty yards from me. He looked rather morosse. As I started off with
"Bridge Over Troubled Water" so he held his head in
his hands. And when I played "Moon River" he
started crying.
I cut my practice short
and went inside. Quickly.
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