Thursday, February 03, 2005
Billboards And Bush
Not the best start to a day I’ve ever had. First my toothbrush snapped, leaving me with an inch of handle with which to scrub my pearly-whites. Then my shoelace snapped leaving me struggling to find enough lace to keep my shoe on. I was amazed I even made the bus to work after all the faffing about.
The bus journey to work was good. I was accompanied by a great soundtrack on my personal radio; Supersonic by Oasis, Creep by Radiohead, Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana and It’s The End Of The World As We Know It by REM. I felt a whole lot better after that so rewarded myself with a cappuccino from Club Sandwich.
Oh, I forgot – I was going to work wasn’t I? So how could it get better? My PC spent the morning winding me up until I was within sixty seconds from ripping it out the network and pitching it through the window. God how great that would feel!
I had a dream last night about George Bush. He was giving a speech about his intention to invade Iran and Syria if they did not comply with his instructions over WoMD. He didn’t sound convincing and struggled to keep his face in the knowledge he has been through it all before and as some would say, already paid a price for it. When I woke up, I wasn’t sure if I had dreamt it or if it was a dream invoked by the radio alarm being on over the news…
Getting to the theatre to review Look Back In Anger is proving problematic. I found out I can get discounted tickets through my work, but that is only on a Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Trouble is, I am out on a Wednesday and Thursday night is viewing night for the house. That leave Tuesday’s and it is booked out for those days. I might have to go for another play.
I did a new logo for the blog (see top of page). I'm not sure if I like it though. The image is superb - the world at night. But I don't know if it suits what this blog is about. I'm going to experiment with more designs meantime.
We had our first viewing of the house tonight. I left work early and went home to give the house a quick polish, though when I arrived the billboard man had been to put up the For Sale sign.
Now, I know we have people in the UK who require assistance from the government and other socially concerned organisations. It is good we have programmes which encourage, shall we say, people with no desire to work – to actually get jobs.
So how is it possible that even the dumbest of people, when given an address, a street map AND a photograph of a property that has gone up for sale, can put the sign in the WRONG garden? The number is on the front of the building for God sake!
If I wrote a story about it no one would believe it. It defies belief.
So the house was made to gleam like a show home and then the waiting began. Time ticked as I resisted the urge to make my dinner and Gail nipped out into the back garden for a ciggie. For Gail’s own peace of mind I was praying someone came to view and with about half an hour left the doorbell went. A recently married woman and her Mum were duly shown about and seemed to like the house. They never gave any direct hints but they did like the layout, space and décor so we can only wait. Next viewing is Sunday afternoon and hopefully with it being during daylight hours we will get more interest.
Honourable Mentions
The author and friend of mine, BK Birch has had a short story published over at Penwomanship.com called A Day with Pepper. It’s a lovely read and you should pay it a visit.
Also on Feb 4th (today as you read this my trusty bloggerrettes), Michelle Miles, fellow author and buddy over at KeepItComing.net has one of her serials – Scars of Yesterday - on a special one-day sale. $3 (£1.75) for a three months subscription.
Click here to buy this subscription
Click here for more information on Scars of Yesterday
PS - I never dreamt Bush's speech.
The bus journey to work was good. I was accompanied by a great soundtrack on my personal radio; Supersonic by Oasis, Creep by Radiohead, Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana and It’s The End Of The World As We Know It by REM. I felt a whole lot better after that so rewarded myself with a cappuccino from Club Sandwich.
Oh, I forgot – I was going to work wasn’t I? So how could it get better? My PC spent the morning winding me up until I was within sixty seconds from ripping it out the network and pitching it through the window. God how great that would feel!
I had a dream last night about George Bush. He was giving a speech about his intention to invade Iran and Syria if they did not comply with his instructions over WoMD. He didn’t sound convincing and struggled to keep his face in the knowledge he has been through it all before and as some would say, already paid a price for it. When I woke up, I wasn’t sure if I had dreamt it or if it was a dream invoked by the radio alarm being on over the news…
Getting to the theatre to review Look Back In Anger is proving problematic. I found out I can get discounted tickets through my work, but that is only on a Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Trouble is, I am out on a Wednesday and Thursday night is viewing night for the house. That leave Tuesday’s and it is booked out for those days. I might have to go for another play.
I did a new logo for the blog (see top of page). I'm not sure if I like it though. The image is superb - the world at night. But I don't know if it suits what this blog is about. I'm going to experiment with more designs meantime.
We had our first viewing of the house tonight. I left work early and went home to give the house a quick polish, though when I arrived the billboard man had been to put up the For Sale sign.
Now, I know we have people in the UK who require assistance from the government and other socially concerned organisations. It is good we have programmes which encourage, shall we say, people with no desire to work – to actually get jobs.
So how is it possible that even the dumbest of people, when given an address, a street map AND a photograph of a property that has gone up for sale, can put the sign in the WRONG garden? The number is on the front of the building for God sake!
If I wrote a story about it no one would believe it. It defies belief.
So the house was made to gleam like a show home and then the waiting began. Time ticked as I resisted the urge to make my dinner and Gail nipped out into the back garden for a ciggie. For Gail’s own peace of mind I was praying someone came to view and with about half an hour left the doorbell went. A recently married woman and her Mum were duly shown about and seemed to like the house. They never gave any direct hints but they did like the layout, space and décor so we can only wait. Next viewing is Sunday afternoon and hopefully with it being during daylight hours we will get more interest.
Honourable Mentions
The author and friend of mine, BK Birch has had a short story published over at Penwomanship.com called A Day with Pepper. It’s a lovely read and you should pay it a visit.
Also on Feb 4th (today as you read this my trusty bloggerrettes), Michelle Miles, fellow author and buddy over at KeepItComing.net has one of her serials – Scars of Yesterday - on a special one-day sale. $3 (£1.75) for a three months subscription.
Click here to buy this subscription
Click here for more information on Scars of Yesterday
PS - I never dreamt Bush's speech.
Colin 9:49 am