As we are selling the house, and I am not going to be back there much now, I cancelled her account at the beginning of October. I was told it would take 30 days for the account to be closed, so when I saw a payment go through in October, I did a mental shrug.
As I knew full well what that message would be – the long-awaited launch of the Iplayer Channel – I couldn’t resist having a look.
This year, they are running from Thursday April 8 to Sunday April 11. I have booked the Friday, figuring that it will be heaving over the weekend, and probably pretty busy on the opening day. Probably, all 4 days will be booked solid.
The other day, I wasn’t desperate, but I had bought a new reading lamp, so I picked up a book at random to find a good position for the lamp. Of course, it was Nightshade, and the book grabbed me immediately.
Two Drums and a Cymbal Fall off a Cliff.
“Two Swansea yobs who decided, after a night on the sauce, that they’d give a couple of transvestites some stick, came off the worse for the encounter since their targets were in fact cage fighters on a stag night.”
I got given a large bar of Toblerone a few weeks back, as a thank you. As I have been pretty good recently, with regard to chocolate and biscuits, it remained unopened for some time, and realising it might melt, I put it in the fridge.
However, I’ve just received an eBay purchase of a little device that has blown me away.
Idiosyncratic isn’t the word, her music videos are uniquely hers, and an utter delight. While perhaps not always the most polished of musicians (she is having far too much fun), she is a great performer, and I am utterly impressed with her technical nouse – I’ve done my share of multitracking, but Julia does it in front of a webcam, and manages to edit it into a pretty seamless video.
When I moved here, I made the largest bedroom my office, with the plan that it would be a joint office and music room. This eventually failed on a number of issues:
Anyway, today was the first time since Tuesday night that I haven’t been collapsed on either my bed or sofa. I spent the morning tidying up the bathroom and kitchen (the lounge is still a bombsite, but that’s for another day), but at lunchtime I decided I needed some fresh air. So I took a trip down to Ferry Meadows, part of Nene Park.