ON A DIFFERENT PLANET
Saturday 26 January 2008
A spontaneous trip to the Play Planet today for the whole family. The Flickster can run about daft while the GLW and I attempt the Daily Record (1) and Telegraph (2) crosswords. Then it was over to Dobbies to get some plants and a book each. Actually mine was a How To Learn Guitar DVD and book. I’ll be playing “You Made Me Realise” before you know it. To be honest I’d settle for “Can’t Seem To Make You Mine”.
After lunch I spent some time in the garage digging through boxes of tapes looking for some to digitise, during which time the GLW came out to tell me that Havant and Waterlooville had taken the lead at Anfield! Ah, the romance of the FA Cup. I text the news to Joe but he’s at home and knows already. Usually on a Saturday afternoon Joe is at the Hibs game and I’m at home watching the scores come in. If any goalscorers with funny names come up on Sky Sports I text them to Joe. Saturday’s funniest one was John Joe O’Toole. I said, “tool”!
Also on Saturday afternoon, I had the misfortune to witness one of the stupidest things I’ve seen on the road. As I looked out my front window I spotted a grown man riding a mini-moto bike in the middle of my street (which is illegal in itself – the manoeuvre, not the street) whilst holding on to a boy of about 8-10 years of age who was being pulled along on roller blades beside him. I did jump in my car to try and see where they’d gone but they disappeared. I reported it to the police anyway although there wasn’t anything they could do about it then. It’s just in case it happens again. I couldn’t believe anyone could be so stupid, especially on a street prone to boyracers.
Watched “Duel” and then found out that there’s an Edinburgh audition for the second series on Tuesday 5th February and they’re recording at the start of March for four days. As I sent off my application before they started re-advertising I’m hoping I haven’t been missed out.
Sunday 27 January 2008
Up with the lark and off to Tesco for the Sunday papers. I happened to notice that the post box in Tesco now has a sticker covering the Sunday collection, which I assume means that there is no longer such a thing. I’m going to e-mail the Post Office and find out just where I can post a Dunfermline for a Sunday collection. Not like the Post Office to cut back on services. The country’s gone to the dogs and no mistake.
By the time the girls had been dropped off and then collected from church, the competitions and crosswords had pretty much been done. It’s my mother’s birthday on Tuesday (the same day as Roddy Frame) so I decided to visit her with Flick to give her her presents. She’s such a cheery soul – not! But it’s over for another year and I probably won’t see her again until Christmas.
Hideous sight of the day was a normal car with four bright pink hub caps! It was disgusting to the point of distraction.
Monday 28 January 2008
All this week I'm working in another office. We're a bit quiet and two other departments on our floor need some help so we're all mucking in together. A change, as they say, is as good as a rest. Because I actually had some work to do I was busy and the day went quickly. They don't have a radio in the office I'm working in radio but I only shout at it anyway. I did get to take in my own chair, which was specially made for me. It has a longer seat because I have long thighs and not, as some wags suggest, to fit my arse on!
If it's Monday, it's Mastermind, University Challenge and Damages. A quizzer I don't like was on Mastermind tonight and I take no little pleasure in his not winning.
Dave e-mailed me at work and asked for my Top 10 Opening Songs from Albums. I went for:
1. The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead
2. The Smiths - Headmaster Ritual
3. The Smiths - Reel Around The Fountain
4. The Pixies - Debaser
5. Television - See No Evil
6. Sonic Youth - Teen Age Riot
7. Radiohead - Airbag
8. Violent Femmes - Blister In The Sun
9. Oasis - Rock 'n' Roll Star
10. Belle and Sebastian - Stars of Track and Field
What floats your boat in the opening-track-on-an-album department?