As the Night Starts to Close In
Er...first off Happy Birthday Ken. OK another catch up, the reasons for which will become apparent....
Revenge of the Rodent in Happyville Friday and the curse of Fade with train travel this week comes to visit me. Earlier in the week Nicola has hassle getting to Salford and the curse of unfortunate train ticketing, I got it on Friday as my ticket wasn't valid. My own fault though. Other than that the travel to Oxford Road was fine. Sort Coffee and wander to Picadilly. Back into the 'Blackhole of Gateway House II: The Revenge'. Figuring on the amount I need to achieve in the day and the fact that I suspect I've over estimated the achievable I begin the day with a call to Tracy. I get Shan. We chat and it cheers me up more than it should. I call Tracy, sort a few things and it's down to work. The blackhole still suffers from a water laden, dripping pipe and I aim to record the records in the two racks in this part of the room to get away from the drip. My worst fear it that the pipe is some sort of soil pipe, I suspect it deals in reality with the water from the sinks in the canteen (bes scenario). The presence of gurgling water and drips means the preventative application of Joy Division (when in Manc listen to the local sounds, yes I know they were from Salford but it's all the Land of Manc to me). This it turns out is a good choice and by the time of enforced recharge break I'm over half way through. The downside is that I'm covered in dust fom the work that created the pipework and covers the boxes, discover that the place has evidence of rodents and I'm hoping that there wasn't too much mouse shit amongst the dust I have so liberally covered myself in. Lunch is spent searching for Radian B Minera bath for Monst. I fail (I suspect eau de sweaty athelete ain't popular), refuse the invite of a bunch of Bush Baptists to a drink and chat about Jesus (they're too nice to put through my usual rant on the subject) and I resist the temptation to grab a pint. Result is I work like a loon on return and by 3.30 I'm done, desperate for a pint and nip for a Guinness at the station's Sports Bar (and horrify the barman by waiting for the thing to settle only to down it in one - mind you I needed it!) Home, feed the family and rest my weary bones, only to receive a bollocking for alleged snoring. I say alleged because I was awake at the time of the accusation and I'm not certain you can snore while awake. I question the definition of snoring currently applied by Monst, it don't go down well! It's a Strange Way to Go About Things Saturday, the day to argue with the boy about homework, it's traditional, routine and upsets Monst who is sleeping in to get over the lack of sleep induced by my alleged snoring. Anyway prior to that I use the opportunity of an early rise to watch 'The Godfather II'. I'm a sucker for Gangster movies. News, Spacemen 3, Experimental Audio Research and a retread of the Radian B experience fill the rest of the day. Plus this blog catch up.
