Years And Years Of
Careful and meticulous planning with a bit of cunning thrown in for good measure. For what? I here you all ask. For my rolling Stones Museum Room In The House of course. At last I have come to a compromise with my wife and daughter. My wife will get the hall cupboard back as well as under the stairs in return for me to get the spare (son’s) room where she keeps all her shoes and handbags and overflow of clothing. My daughter will just have to move all her shoes and handbags back into her own room. At last I will be able to have ready access to my collection without having to empty out everything to find one very important piece. (of course all the pieces of the collection are very important anyway)
I feel as though I deserve a great big pat on the back for this mammoth achievement. I knew my wife would eventually buckle to my plans once I had sown the seeds all those years ago. Patience is definitely a virtue. In this situation virtue certainly came out on top. All that remains for me to do is get the shoes and handbags out of the room and the collection in. Then I can send out the invite for Sir Mick / Keef / Charlie / Ronnie and Bill or Daryl to the official opening. Watch this space folks. Stranger things have happened.
Away from that and onto other things in my life. I have always loved a good laugh. I love to watch the comedians on the telly. What I love even more than that is to see their live shows in person. Well, tonight is the night for just such a comedian. He will have the added benefit of my laughter in the audience this evening when all go up to the Belfast Odyssey Arena. Who are we all going to see? Michael McIntyre of course. He is fast becoming one of the top comedians of the funny circuit. I am looking forward to being funnied. He is, of course an Englishman. Next month we are going up to see one of Irelands funny men, Ed Byrne. He is a guy that I have watched many times on the telly and I am looking forward to his type of comedy as well. My wife and I enjoy going to these sorts of shows at least once a year, it just so happens that these two shows came along so close together. Funny that (no pun intended)
We were promised, or told, that we would have an Indian Summer this week. Not. I was looking forward to it so that I could maybe get the final, final cut on the lawn before the Winter set in. No chance. This is Northern Ireland you know. Famous for its all year round wind and rain. Anyway, it looks as though the lawnmower is going to stay in the garden shed until Spring time after all. I was also hoping to get the drive way power hosed as it’s becoming quite slippy but unless we get some dry less windy weather everyone is going to have to be careful in case they slip and land on their a^&*
I will go now and see what moves I can start with on the collection. Let me think now, will I move the 7” / 10” / 12” vinyls / CD singles / CD albums / Tapes / Videos / Dolls / Tickets / Passes / Badges / Stickers / Postcards / Books/ / USB’s / DVD’s first or just hoke about and see if I’ve got stuff in there that I might (unlikely) have forgotten about. No matter what I move first it will be to the tune of many of my fave Rolling Stones songs.
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Cheers for now
Posted :: Friday 10/30/2009 5:18:00 AM
Good For Something
Yes, it’s nice to know I’m good for something. Or even better, it’s nice to hear one of my kids tell me I’m amazing and expert all in one sentence. At what am I amazing and expert for I hear you all ask? Wrapping a shoe box in Christmassy type paper for my daughter (24) to take into school tomorrow. All those years of bookbinding and project building for the kids didn’t go to waste then after all. Not only did I wrap the shoe box but I wrapped the most difficult, awkward shaped feckin’ box ever made. What ever happened to the good old shoe box where the lid lifted right off the main body of the box. No, no. Not this box. This box is an all in one where the lid folds over the body of the box. Try it yourself and see just how uneasy it is/ The main thing is, I’m just amazing and expert. That’s all that matters. What the box is being used for I don’t know yet but no doubt I will be told in time.
I was catching up on missed programmes the other day and I was watching the Later With Jools Holland programme. Not a bad line up but the star of the show as far as I was concerned was Seasick Steve with drummer. He was amazing (and he didn’t have to wrap a box) playing some tracks off his new album. After that I went online and ordered the CD. It arrived this morning, along with another CD that I ordered (well, why not). It will no doubt be sometime tomorrow before I can listen to them as my wife is home (it is a well known fact that wives don’t like husbands taste in music and visa versa). To give a new CD a good listening to one must play it at a reasonably loud volume otherwise you can’t hear the intricacies of everything that is going on. Well that’s what I believe anyway.
Apart from buying music I have also just bought some new books. For my friend in ‘merica the new Michael Connelly was one of them. I also bought the new Clive Cussler book. Can’t wait to get started on them. Which one do I read first though, that is the big problem. On the subject of books. So much to do and not enough time in the day. Earlier on I was out in the garage / workshop cutting up another pallet that I had rescued from a skip the other night. It’s all sawn up now all I need to do is cut it into kindling. That’s more money saved. Why spend money on buying sticks to light your fire when there is so much material just lying about to do it with. It also takes my mind off other things. I have a lot on my mind at the moment and it certainly isn’t Friday (pun for any of you who don’t remember the song)
Still on the shopping / buying thingy. We were out yesterday with our son to buy him a suit. His first ever and he wasn’t exactly keen on the idea. Anyway, we end up in Tesco’s of all places and start looking at what they have to offer. The prices were amazing (there’s that word again) no doubt the suits were all from China or India. He picks one out and goes and tries it on. It fits as though it were made for him. Price - £49.00. Not bad. We had £21.50 worth of vouchers to use up so that brought the price down to £27.50. Even better. So why, tell me, by the time we got up to the checkout and paid for everything and used our vouchers and double checked everything when we got home we were only charged £4.50 for the suit? We looked at each other and checked the price tags on the suit and looked at each other again. No, I am not taking it back to them. It’s down on their till receipt the price they are charging us for the suit less the vouchers. There has been a slip up somewhere at Head Office because that’s where all the pricing is done (I know this because I queried a price at the customer services desk the very same day) I wonder if anyone reading this is from Tesco Head Office and will look into it and see if they have made an error somewhere along the line. If you have please let me know.
All in all the shopping has been quite / very good this week. Not just for items but for prices as well.
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Byse Byse for now
Posted :: Wednesday 10/21/2009 7:39:00 AM
No, We’ll Sit There
No, we’ll sit over there so grab the seat, quick, before those people get them. Agghh, too late, get those seats then over there before they are taken by those people that looking at them. This folks is what it’s like this morning in the local Starbucks. Bedlam or what. Anything or what just to get a bum on a seat and they haven’t even placed an order for their coffee yet. Huh, some people.
Something weird has just happened to me there. I was writing this gack and my son came in and told me he had just cut the grass for me. I didn’t even realise he was here. Then it hit me. I seemed to remember him coming in and saying hello to me. I said something to him and I felt a bit dozy. Then he said something about getting his lunch or something to eat. No problem. Then, my daughter arrives home from work. Then, I am awake again, feeling al weird and spacey. It hits me. I have just gone hypo and have lost time somewhere. I think it must have been about an hour. I am slowly coming back to earth anyway. It is indeed a weird feeling folks. I should know by now when I am going hypo but I have had this for 49 years now and my doctor says the longer I have this the more I won’t realise it is happening to me. Scary or what.
Anyway, I have been having a good chat with my son and things are OK with the world. His world anyway. That’s a good thing anyway, isn’t it. It is now 5 months since he left home. Keep going my son. My daughter is in the next room and I know she is aware of what has just happened to me. At least someone does. She is good like that. I will say good-bye to my son and go upstairs to lie down for a wee tad as the after effects can take it out of you.
Right, up and about again. Everything is fine and dandy again. My wife is home and I have told her what has happened. We are now deciding what we will have for din dins. Just the two of us tonight. It was supposed to be four but our son couldn’t stay as he needed to go to his flat and do the weeks washing and tidy up a bit (I never, ever thought I would hear these words coming from my son voluntarily) and our daughter has just informed us that she is away out for her dinner with the love of her life. So it’s just wifey and I. We have decided on meatballs and naan bread with a delicious tomatoey sauce, not necessarily in that order. Wait and see. Wait and see.
I have my bowling club tonight. I doubt if I will ever match the shot of the week / year that I had a few weeks ago but I can always try. It’s fun even though I am still the youngest player there, by about twenty years or so, I still have a laff. I don’t like being competitive and neither do any of the old biddies I play with. It’s all for the company and craic. We even have a girl there who plays for Northern Ireland. She is good and sometimes a lot better than any of us. In fact she has even won a bronze medal representing our little country. The thing is, she is also blind. I wonder so much about this as, being a fully sighted person I can’t even see where my bowl is sometimes. Good on her I always say. I better go and get my bowls out otherwise ther might be the chance I will forget them. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.
Mmmmm, meatball smell coming from the kitchen area. I better go and see if there is anything I can do to help otherwise I might not get my fair share. You all know what a fair share is don’t you? The BIGGER half of course
Any comments on this gack write away. I am too busy eating to answer. Just click on the title above and follow the instructions. My computer will do the rest. Mmmm these meatballs are deeeliiiciious
Eat the meat for now
Posted :: Monday 10/12/2009 9:08:00 AM