cha0tic stuff

A 'Spac Chariot' going up in flames. I can't for the life of me think what you're meant to call them.

I dunno why it went up. Maybe a militant cripple protesting about something :) The bugger was I had to phone boss to take the photo as my camera phone was out of Battery. You could have had the news fresher if it wasn't. Sorry for the old news.

What's getting me down the most is the thought of the same old tunes, the same old bloody requests. It's an Indie, dance, metal mixture of tunes that's been getting on my tits recently. I'm bored of 'I predict a riot' bored of 'Oasis' bored of 'Green Day' & can't tell the difference between most of the new indie bands. It's too loud. I must be too old.

Ah well the cam will be on, you can watch my soul being destroyed later.

It's also a problem.

It causes you to head off into that foreign country. The one where they do things different. The Past. Wandering off down well worn trails, memory lanes, cul-de-sacs & wondering about paths not taken. A route that no map & compass. Chart & sextant, or even hi-tech GPS can plot. Dawdling over A cinema ticket, lingering by a once exotic bottle top, pausing by a postcard or coffee shop receipt from long ago. At the time You knew why you kept them. You kept them as mnemonics. Each piece of tat triggering a memory of good times & curiously of bad times. Why did you keep a memento of a bad time?

Woven & jumbled amongst the nostalgic rubbish there is another class of rubbish. The why the hell haven't I thrown that away months ago, rubbish. Weekend News papers still waitng to be read. A years worth of Walking magazines from 3 years ago, that you thought you might read again for the suggested walks. Computer magazines that you only really bought for the cover disc, because it had a piece of free software, that has long ago been uninstalled, overtaken with something more up to date or discarded along with the hard drive & machine it was on. The magazines discussing cutting edge technologies that have been superceded by even more bleeding edge & soon to be obsolete bits & bytes or slivers of silicon. With laughable prices on the advertising pages.

Add to this the take-away menus, special offers & other junk mail that builds up in the hall. Stuff that as soon as it drops through the letter box should be thrown away, but gets put 'on the side' as you pick up the post on the way out of the house. The pile rising with each week & month because you'll get round to throwing them out *next* bin day.

Include the clothes that you will never ever wear again & have mouldered or been moth eaten in the black bags that were waiting to go to the charity shop or launderette. The pile of single socks you're convinced are worth keeping, as it seems wasteful to throw them away, because the other one must be about somewhere & they *will* be re-united as a pair for you to wear. Face it, the other sock is not going to turn up.

So a lot of stuff gone, all gone & I do feel better for it. There's a still a way to go, but the path is a bit clearer now.

Some highlights:
I own a 'tail coat', like an orchestra conductor wears. It fits me. Something I'd completely forgotten I'd obtained. Looks like I've got part of my Mayday outfit sorted. A top hat would be good to go with it.
A note from boss written on an envelope. with an item, that at first glance looks like
"Took all the Pills home, will do them there". On second glance it actually says something less incriminating:
"Took all the P11's* home, will do them there"

Don't get me started on the Music I've rediscovered & remind me not to buy any more pencils. I have enough to keep all the police sketch artists in the country in business for the next ten years.

*P11=Tax & NI form an employer fills in for each employee.

I've plenty to keep me occupied. Cleaning, cleaning & more cleaning. Tidying, tidying & more tidying. Plus various Geekery too dull to mention.

If you've got Google talk & fancy a chat late in the night. Look for lucidspacedog.

Now, I'm off down the pub for last orders. back around 23:30 GMT.

It worked then. Only about 10 hours later. Hmmm let's see if that was just a start up thing & if it'll go sooner now it's got going.

This was the queue today at around 16:20hrs there are going to be a lot of dissapointed people as there are only five or six hundred tickets left. Depending on who's version you believe. The rest have been sold online via the fan club. They go on sale tonight at 18:00hrs & the limit is 2 per person. I've not counted, but I recon 250 people is approximately to that 1st lampost above the sign. The poor (lucky?) sods at the front of the queue have been there since at least 10:45hrs this morning. It's not very warm today.

It's not their song, but I predict a riot.