First off; apologies to anyone whose accent is even remotely similar to something akin to Geordie.
It’s getting to feel like a Big Brother series now, after twenty days or more of stay-at-home-or-we’ll-all-die. Trouble is, it’s the only sensible way to proceed with a nasty bug doing the rounds, and we all (well, anyone with half a brain) know it’s true, so we have to just suck it up and get on with it. Unless we are David Icke, who thinks it’s something to do with 5G mobile phones. Or something.
I’m reading voraciously – I’ve burned through a couple of month’s worth of Waterstone splurges, books previously piled up in the music room ready for a period on the bedside table. They’ve each lasted only a few days. Some crackers, mind. I’ll have to write a few short reviews for this place and maybe someone else will investigate and enjoy them too. Most recent few were from Alys Fowler, Alan Parks, Emily Maitlis and – current one – Raynor Winn. Short reviews to follow – all highly recommended anyway.
I’ve very nearly finished re-decorating the living room now. This would normally have taken me over six months, maybe longer, as I would have had to squeeze the work into jealously guarded Saturdays and Sundays, and with good weather that just wouldn’t have happened, as we’d have been out and about walking with the terriers instead. One good consequence is that the hi-fi has been re-housed in a better shelving unit in an alcove, and the cassette deck is now demoted to upstairs; the whole living room set up looks neater, and removing the cassette deck means that two fewer pairs of stereo connecting leads are needed, making cable tidying a lot simpler.
I’ve dusted off (Ed. see countless other threads) some vinlys for a blast. The first title played on the newly arranged kit was the marvellous “I Think, Therefore I Am” by R. Dean Taylor. Side one, track one is the gem I’ve put at the bottom of this post.
So. What is evorywun else deeing so far leik?