With temperatures up to 29C today I think all the AW’rs here in the UK are having a lie down with the curtains closed.
I’m hardcore, I’m doing the ironing.
Ironing is the new Rock n’ Roll. I’m hoping this lively online community will get around to its signature deep thinking on the subject after we tackle vacuum cleaners.
Maybe this should all be saved for your forthcoming thread but it certainly sucks while regularly not sucking because it’s stopped working. Usually due to it having picked up some dust and decided the filter is now blocked and needs changing. it then refuses to believe you’ve changed it.
It has been raining, here in Corsica, but softly, after yesterday’s torrential thunderstorms. (But it is was lovely before and will be again tomorrow.
I can stand une assiette du pecheur, with a pichet of Patrimonio blanc, whilst the air clears and I cool down. Mind you, won’t be able to get my breeks dry today, after yet more mountain and coastal road driving….)
Kate Bush
Steely Dan
Van Morrison
Paul Weller
Frank Zappa
The waterboys
Prefab Sprout
Orange Juice
Dexys
Anything with flutes
Anything with 80s saxophone (NOT 50s saxophone)
Anything with Jools Holland guesting
But your tastes (and prejudices) are as valid as mine. What you enjoy …. you enjoy
In fairness thinking more of his TV show where a Japanese ambient mood piece will be enlivened by some boogie woogie (but I love Joe Tuner and Wynonie Harris etc)
Just washed the dishes, preparatory to making some Mac&Cheese.
Before that I did indeed do some dozing on the sofa. With this playing
Now I’m going to put my recyclables out. Then a bit more dozing will be required to recover from the exertion.
28°C currently. No rain expected until Monday evening.
It’s around 28 degrees here in Bonesville with absolutely no breeze. It is now officially summer since I have donned shorts to scare the neighbours. Can’t complain though, as it was miserable, windy and cold only a week ago. Playing some R.E.M. and chilling in the shade.
The most buttock-clenchingly trite thing in the whole history of pop music is NOT the laugh at the end of ‘Big Yellow Taxi’, no way Jose. You’d be wrong to think that.
It’s that twiddly-diddly saxophone (?) bit at the end of ‘For Free’ on the same album.
I’ve always pictured you as a jovial fellow, deramdaze, with a puckish sense of humour and a ready smile, so I’m suprised you give Joni a kicking for pandering to your tastes.
Well this has developed in a way I hardly expected. What was intended as a gently whimsical observation that a day had passed with no new items at the top of the page has somehow evolved into a musical hates thread. Is it some law of Afterword entropy?
If I may: the 24th was my birthday and I was busy attending to “cake” matters.
On reflection, I could have started a thread on cake – but then, Afterword entropy would likely have taken over and it would have ended up as a treatise on which Brass Eye episode was the weakest.
I think you’re onto something with this Afterword entropy, Gatz…
The plumber is turning up as well to replace the faulty thermal cartridge he fitted the other week. I may need a lie down.
The chimney sweep is the grandson of the bloke who did it for years so in a way, yes, but at the same time, no (answering Tiggerlion).
Me and the house are getting on and require more maintenance these days.
If I was unorganised and called the chimney sweep late September/early October I’d get an appointment in December at the earliest, which defeats the object a bit.
Today was a good day. I played backgammon in a coffee shop this morning with some chums, unsuccessfully but convivially. Then I went to the doctor – no wait, hear me out…in New South Wales once you reach a certain age your doctor has to certify you as fit to drive for the next year before you can renew your licence. I aced it, happy to say. Once you reach another certain age you have to take a test every year – something to look forward to. The last time I took a driving test it was in a Ford Anglia. Then Mrs thep suddenly sprang into domestic goddess mode and fed me, which is most unusual – usually it’s the other way round. Now I’m halfway through a chunky glass of Johnny Walker Black Label, which I’ve become rather partial to. Downhill all the way from here no doubt.
I had a wonderful day on the island of Djurgården, surviving the 29 degree heat in the shade by the water, talking to my sister and lots of ducks who were walking by, eating a picnic lunch and drinking ice cold dragon fruit lemonade; then walking home through the beautiful, buzzing city, passing by a restaurant where a guy sang Jerry Lee Lewis in the beer garden, and at the home stretch the pub across the street from my flat had a live band playing the blues loudly (and actually quite well) through the open windows.
Which, when I opened the door to my balcony, I could listen to while having a late supper.
Then the day got “slightly” ruined by looking in my inbox and finding an email from my other sister, telling me she just found out she has skin cancer…hopefully it hasn’t spread, but we won’t know for a while.
And the rest of the night I’ve been spending refusing to comment on the Taylor Swift thread – because I have too much to say, and (predictably) nearly all comments piss me off…
So I’ve decided to just shake it off and ignore it. 🙂
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With temperatures up to 29C today I think all the AW’rs here in the UK are having a lie down with the curtains closed.
I’m hardcore, I’m doing the ironing.
Ironing is the new Rock n’ Roll. I’m hoping this lively online community will get around to its signature deep thinking on the subject after we tackle vacuum cleaners.
I’m looking forward to you asking people about their vacuums, sort of a vax pop.
I’m available to slag off our overpriced Dyson.
Dysons suck.
Maybe this should all be saved for your forthcoming thread but it certainly sucks while regularly not sucking because it’s stopped working. Usually due to it having picked up some dust and decided the filter is now blocked and needs changing. it then refuses to believe you’ve changed it.
Yes, do please save it for the dedicated thread. And please, everyone else – don’t read this comment!
I like the look of a Happy Henry. Always cheers me up!
Could start slagging off Joni Mitchell. I’m up for it.
That Richard Thompson is crap an’ all.
It has been raining, here in Corsica, but softly, after yesterday’s torrential thunderstorms. (But it is was lovely before and will be again tomorrow.
I can stand une assiette du pecheur, with a pichet of Patrimonio blanc, whilst the air clears and I cool down. Mind you, won’t be able to get my breeks dry today, after yet more mountain and coastal road driving….)
Corsica? We’re practically neighbouring! You could probably send me a pressie by drone from there. Worth trying anyway.
Sure, send over your drone and I’ll send you over some Casanu (casgiu di pecura), which I have quietly rotting in the fridge.
Fill your boots!
Acres of tall poppies for cutting down to size and vast herds of sacred cows ready for the slaughter here
Little Feat. They’re just an own brand Steely Dan aren’t they?
Each to their own, but I’d rather set my ears on fire than listen to Steely Dan.
It was only a joke, there’s a lot of love for them on here but, try as I might, I’ve never been able to get into their music.
Too late to recant now, B
Fair enough, they’re shite.
I don’t think they’ve lasted as well as Little Feat. But then, nobody has.
Kate Bush
Steely Dan
Van Morrison
Paul Weller
Frank Zappa
The waterboys
Prefab Sprout
Orange Juice
Dexys
Anything with flutes
Anything with 80s saxophone (NOT 50s saxophone)
Anything with Jools Holland guesting
But your tastes (and prejudices) are as valid as mine. What you enjoy …. you enjoy
I can forgive Jools Holland anything because of this:
In fairness thinking more of his TV show where a Japanese ambient mood piece will be enlivened by some boogie woogie (but I love Joe Tuner and Wynonie Harris etc)
Just washed the dishes, preparatory to making some Mac&Cheese.
Before that I did indeed do some dozing on the sofa. With this playing
Now I’m going to put my recyclables out. Then a bit more dozing will be required to recover from the exertion.
28°C currently. No rain expected until Monday evening.
It’s around 28 degrees here in Bonesville with absolutely no breeze. It is now officially summer since I have donned shorts to scare the neighbours. Can’t complain though, as it was miserable, windy and cold only a week ago. Playing some R.E.M. and chilling in the shade.
The most buttock-clenchingly trite thing in the whole history of pop music is NOT the laugh at the end of ‘Big Yellow Taxi’, no way Jose. You’d be wrong to think that.
It’s that twiddly-diddly saxophone (?) bit at the end of ‘For Free’ on the same album.
I think you mean Squiddly Diddly saxophone…
Why on earth didn’t Joni get Squids onto it.
At the very least, it might have been light-hearted/fun/jovial yadda, yadda…
Oh yeah, sorry, Joni Mitchell… ditch the light-hearted/fun/jovial yadda yadda…
I’ve always pictured you as a jovial fellow, deramdaze, with a puckish sense of humour and a ready smile, so I’m suprised you give Joni a kicking for pandering to your tastes.
(Probably a clarinet…)
Well this has developed in a way I hardly expected. What was intended as a gently whimsical observation that a day had passed with no new items at the top of the page has somehow evolved into a musical hates thread. Is it some law of Afterword entropy?
If I may: the 24th was my birthday and I was busy attending to “cake” matters.
On reflection, I could have started a thread on cake – but then, Afterword entropy would likely have taken over and it would have ended up as a treatise on which Brass Eye episode was the weakest.
I think you’re onto something with this Afterword entropy, Gatz…
Happy birthday!!
Thanks, Tiggs – although I suspect I am exhibiting a bit of entropy myself with every passing day…
Yes, Gatz, it is.
Threads often take an unexpected turn before the natural order is resumed when someone wonders what Gerry Rafferty is up to these days.
I was too busy poking dried topsoil out of Aco mats with a screwdriver to post anything.
THIS🔝
Living the dream. I’m trying to work up the energy to clean the kitchen.
“What a time to be alive!”
The chimney sweep is due this afternoon…
*faints*
Do they still use a small child?
Our chimney sweep is a nice young man who has a Henry the hoover, if that helps? Meanwhile I have the gasman coming around this afternoon.
Is the carpenter due the day after?
This is sounding suspiciously like a porn movie.
Now you mention it HP there is a lot of wah wah guitar playing in the background here. I had assumed that it was the ghost of Charles Pitts.
They’ve only just begun, and at this moment are not close to you
I believe that’s because it was only yesterday when they started.
The plumber is turning up as well to replace the faulty thermal cartridge he fitted the other week. I may need a lie down.
The chimney sweep is the grandson of the bloke who did it for years so in a way, yes, but at the same time, no (answering Tiggerlion).
My god! Everything is falling apart in your house. What have you been up to?
Me and the house are getting on and require more maintenance these days.
If I was unorganised and called the chimney sweep late September/early October I’d get an appointment in December at the earliest, which defeats the object a bit.
O drink with our local sweep in my local. I know more about his seasonal ebbs and flows than I care to mention.
‘O drink with our local sweep in my local.’
I do like your first line of your song but I’m having problems thinking of a second line.
On his seasonal ebbs he is known to be vocal.
You can buy him a pint if you’re not in a rush* …
*hint- brush
Today was a good day. I played backgammon in a coffee shop this morning with some chums, unsuccessfully but convivially. Then I went to the doctor – no wait, hear me out…in New South Wales once you reach a certain age your doctor has to certify you as fit to drive for the next year before you can renew your licence. I aced it, happy to say. Once you reach another certain age you have to take a test every year – something to look forward to. The last time I took a driving test it was in a Ford Anglia. Then Mrs thep suddenly sprang into domestic goddess mode and fed me, which is most unusual – usually it’s the other way round. Now I’m halfway through a chunky glass of Johnny Walker Black Label, which I’ve become rather partial to. Downhill all the way from here no doubt.
Your car has to get a roadworthy every year too Thep. Fascist state I tell ya.
I know, but not today. Didn’t want to spoil the mood.
thecheshirecat is on holiday in Brittany. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
I culled some records. Then I got a “second opinion”, that second opinion being mine. So I put most of them back on the shelves.
I had a wonderful day on the island of Djurgården, surviving the 29 degree heat in the shade by the water, talking to my sister and lots of ducks who were walking by, eating a picnic lunch and drinking ice cold dragon fruit lemonade; then walking home through the beautiful, buzzing city, passing by a restaurant where a guy sang Jerry Lee Lewis in the beer garden, and at the home stretch the pub across the street from my flat had a live band playing the blues loudly (and actually quite well) through the open windows.
Which, when I opened the door to my balcony, I could listen to while having a late supper.
Then the day got “slightly” ruined by looking in my inbox and finding an email from my other sister, telling me she just found out she has skin cancer…hopefully it hasn’t spread, but we won’t know for a while.
And the rest of the night I’ve been spending refusing to comment on the Taylor Swift thread – because I have too much to say, and (predictably) nearly all comments piss me off…
So I’ve decided to just shake it off and ignore it. 🙂