Well, we're just about at the end of the first decade of the 21st century, despite some muppets I've seen who claim it ends in 2010!! Really? So, 1990 was a year in the eighties then, was it? That's funny, because I remember 1990 very well, and that's not what we said at the time. So go away and leave me alone, I really just don't have the time for the likes of you. (Did you see what I did there? No? Oh...)
Anyway, regardless of what you want to call it, 2009 was the first complete year of my little blog here, and if you've been reading along, many thanks for your interest. On December 31, 2008, I wrote here "I have no concrete plans, except to try and enjoy myself and live for the moment." So, how did I do? Well, glancing through my entries here, these are the memories I'll be taking with me from twenty:09...
...spending my Saturday nights in January writing copy for the Daily Dust website, covering the "Eurovision - Your Country Needs You" search for a Eurovision Song Contest entry for the UK. And let me tell you, it's tough being a "journalist" but there's nothing like seeing your name in lights...
...helping out a "damsel in distress" who I found lying on the grass with a broken ankle after work - it's nice being someone's hero for the day...
...the January 23 "bong incident" - and what a deep, peaceful sleep I had that evening. The fish and chips I had for tea were most scrumptious too :) ...
...experimentation with things like colouring my hair red (which I may do again), removing my chest hair with Veet (which I certainly won't be doing again, but it was an interesting experience) and making my own Skittles fruit flavoured vodka (yum!)...
...the night of SingStar in a local nightclub where they gave me free champagne as a reward for a good score, and rediscovering an old pub I used to drink in back in 1996 - the one I met GroupieGirl in, and it's just as good now as it was then...
...of course, things with GroupieGirl continuing to deteriorate to the point when on March 22 I finally said "I'm sorry, but I don't want to see you anymore" - which led to a month's "trial seperation", a re-apprasial of how we felt about each other and a desire to get back together in late April. And to be honest, that month off was probably the best thing we could have done - sometimes a reboot is all that's needed...
...musing about whether or not I should relocate to Milton Keynes...and getting my first social networking stalker (an old acquaintance who really should be forgot)...
...staying at the Scottish version of Fawlty Towers in Pitlochry, free, gratis and for nothing - thanks to GroupieGirl and her "year of blag" - and while we're on that subject, sneaking into a top London hotel to spend the night with a photographic model :)
...trying alien food like tapas, a Mongolian barbeque restaurant (anyone for zebra?) and, believe it or not, pasta for the first time in my life...
...wearing pyjamas again for the first time in 20 years - just the bottoms though, as they're making retro-style ones now with things like Sonic The Hedgehog and Battle Of The Planets on them - just the thing to go with my collection of funky socks and underwear...
...the occasional health issue, such as spending some time off work with "digestive problems" (and that's really all you want to know, trust me!), unexplained tiredness, wrecking my back for a while and of course thinking I was going to have a stroke in August - thankfully it just turned out to be "cluster headaches" which the doctor diagnosed after he "proceeded to shine lights through my ears and got me to look in various directions. Then he started what felt like re-aligning my spine"...
...getting involved with Flickr, Spotify and blip.fm while continuing my obsession with Twitter and of course these pages, as I embrace social networking and all it stands for - as well as having a right laugh with certain people from all over the planet - they know who they are and I'm thankful our paths have crossed, even if "only" digitally...
...still working for the same company, but in a new area of town, which means I no longer have to deal with the tower block that the local junkies use as a public toilet and convenient place to smoke heroin - good riddance!...
...the "September toileting facilities incident" - the flush broke on my toilet and the cistern needed to be replaced, and that had to be ordered - meaning I was forced to flush the toilet for several days by filling a bucket with water and pouring it down the pan. If I take one thing away from 2009 it will be to NEVER take modern plumbing for granted...
...no less than THREE trips to dear old London town - one on my own which was the weekend the city ground to a halt due to snow, one with GroupieGirl at Valentine's where we got to hang out with Right Said Fred in their dressing room afterwards, and a week which I could easily class as the best week of this decade, or maybe ANY decade...
...highlights from that week in London included getting invited to an exclusive celebrity launch party for VitaminWater where I rubbed shoulders with the likes of Konnie Huq (ex-Blue Peter) and Mel B (ex-Spice Girls), seeing Marilyn Monroe tell her story in her own words at a show in the West End, a lovely wander in 60s nostalgia at the National Portrait Gallery, and accompanying GroupieGirl to a photographic studio where she managed to blag a photoshoot...
...walking around outside in a T-shirt and jeans in the middle of the night in July, and carefully picking my way across lethal sheet-ice pavements in sub-zero temperatures in December - both in my own street...
...two words - BLACK PLATES - a decade's search ends!!...
...visiting Brighton for the first time in order to take part in what's now a new world record - the biggest synchronized Rocky Horror Show "Time Warp" dance EVER! Long may it last, and you'll need 1,635 other people to help you if you want to take it from us...
...movies I saw in a theatre nowhere near you included My Bloody Valentine 3D, the remake of Friday the 13th, Drag Me To Hell, Aliens In The Attic, Sorority Row, Final Destination 3D and Saw 6 - and on my screen at home, The Tattooist, Lesbian Vampire Killers and The Eye...
...some fantastic gigs including a re-enactment of "The Wall" by the Australian Pink Floyd Show, Franz Ferdinand in Aberdeen, Right Said Fred (twice), Roy Wood and my beloved Status Quo providing a fitting end to the concerts of the 00s...
...and the little random things like being a Dalek at the Doctor Who Exhibition in Glasgow, crossing an Indiana Jones-style bridge over the river Tummel in Pitlochry, and dining with Death on the night before Hallowe'en...
There were obviously some sad and nasty times within 2009, witness some of my entries here where I get really deeply into nihilism and how much my life sucks at that particular moment. But, all in all, this was one hell of a good way to end the decade!!
I'll playout 2009 with the last song I heard in 1999 - live at the Castlegate in Aberdeen just before the fireworks went off for the millennium. Here's to the next year, and the next decade, whatever it brings us. Happy New Year!
BIG COUNTRY - FIELDS OF FIRE
(from the album "The Crossing", 1983)
2009-12-29
Snow Stopped Play
I'm writing this entry on my iPhone, not the easiest way to blog but it's my only alternative at the moment. I upgraded my MacMini to Snow Leopard yesterday, which went really well - got about 15GB of hard disc space back for a start! Unfortunately, my router's not so keen, and I've not been able to persuade it to connect to the Internet at all. I've heard of other people having problems with the same router, ironically the latest update of Snow Leopard does seem to work better with it - but I'd need to be able to get online to get that update in the first place...
So I've effectively got no internet at the moment except on the iPhone - which is nice but no substitute for the desktop experience. Looks like I'll be going to the Apple store tomorrow and treating myself to a new router...
That's if I can avoid tripping and falling on the slippery pavements of course. The lovely soft snow has gone, and we're left with pack ice everywhere, 3 or 4cm thick in places. I actually saw people trying to break it up with sledgehammers today - a sight I never thought I'd see here. No sign of global warming at the moment. It'll be well into January 2010 before this stuff melts so we'll just have to get used to it. On the way home today I noticed someone reading the local paper saying night-time temperatures of -18c could be possible in the next few days. Brrr!!
So I've effectively got no internet at the moment except on the iPhone - which is nice but no substitute for the desktop experience. Looks like I'll be going to the Apple store tomorrow and treating myself to a new router...
That's if I can avoid tripping and falling on the slippery pavements of course. The lovely soft snow has gone, and we're left with pack ice everywhere, 3 or 4cm thick in places. I actually saw people trying to break it up with sledgehammers today - a sight I never thought I'd see here. No sign of global warming at the moment. It'll be well into January 2010 before this stuff melts so we'll just have to get used to it. On the way home today I noticed someone reading the local paper saying night-time temperatures of -18c could be possible in the next few days. Brrr!!
2009-12-25
And May All Your Christmases Be Biologically White
Apparently there was something on today... which may explain why public transport wasn't running and Twitter was so quiet :)
For my own part, I spent December 25, 2009 running my equivalent to a chinese laundry. I've not done any housework for ages due to working like a slave for the last three weeks, so today I just had my washing machine and tumble dryer running pretty much constantly while I cleared my bedroom floor of almost a moon's worth of laundry. And it's nice to see my bedroom carpet again, I can assure you.
Not many people will be reading this blog today, so I guess I can get away with this - shall we say - alternative take on the holiday season...
For my own part, I spent December 25, 2009 running my equivalent to a chinese laundry. I've not done any housework for ages due to working like a slave for the last three weeks, so today I just had my washing machine and tumble dryer running pretty much constantly while I cleared my bedroom floor of almost a moon's worth of laundry. And it's nice to see my bedroom carpet again, I can assure you.
Not many people will be reading this blog today, so I guess I can get away with this - shall we say - alternative take on the holiday season...
2009-12-24
Time For A Recharge
Somehow, I managed to survive another December hell at work. Bloody but unbowed. Well, maybe not bloody, but bloody tired, and I can see myself just chilling out until I have to show up again on December 29. I'm literally too tired to think at the moment, and I'm trying to keep myself from going on a hate-filled rant about certain work-related things and people that I've got a really serious problem with right now. Maybe four days away will allow me to cope when we return after the festivities.
I've also got about three weeks of beard to remove this evening - I couldn't shave for a while due to a cold sore (or rather, two cold sores) and I decided to keep it until today. It's been cold out - we got down to minus 7 a couple of nights ago - so I've been glad of the extra insulation.
We're apparently odds-on for a White Christmas in this part of the world, and it's certainly a snowy scene outside. As usual, December 25 will be just another day in my house, but if you are celebrating, I hope it's a very merry one for you and yours.
I've been looking for this clip for ages and am glad I found it, it's from the first Top Of The Pops in 1975 and is the "other" performance of this song on the show. The band Mud (who my sister liked at the time) played the song dead straight the first time they were on, but for this one they took things a lot less seriously... and it always makes me smile, despite it being a sad one. Merry X...
MUD - LONELY THIS CHRISTMAS
(single released 1974)
I've also got about three weeks of beard to remove this evening - I couldn't shave for a while due to a cold sore (or rather, two cold sores) and I decided to keep it until today. It's been cold out - we got down to minus 7 a couple of nights ago - so I've been glad of the extra insulation.
We're apparently odds-on for a White Christmas in this part of the world, and it's certainly a snowy scene outside. As usual, December 25 will be just another day in my house, but if you are celebrating, I hope it's a very merry one for you and yours.
I've been looking for this clip for ages and am glad I found it, it's from the first Top Of The Pops in 1975 and is the "other" performance of this song on the show. The band Mud (who my sister liked at the time) played the song dead straight the first time they were on, but for this one they took things a lot less seriously... and it always makes me smile, despite it being a sad one. Merry X...
MUD - LONELY THIS CHRISTMAS
(single released 1974)
2009-12-17
The Last Gig Of The Decade
Certainly feel like I'm on the treadmill at the moment. It's always a hard slog at work in December for me, and this year is no exception. I've been doing pretty much nothing else but work and sleep over the last couple of days, and now I can feel a cold coming on. I'm just living from day to day at the moment until I can finally rest up and chill out next week with a four day long weekend. Which will be welcome, I can assure you. How I managed to post something every day in December last year I have no idea, but I did. And if you weren't here in 2008, then why not check them out once you've finished with today's entry?
I've been to some fantastic concerts over the last ten years. The first one of the 00s would have been a local band called The Richard Head Band (they prefer a casual trouser, as the posters used to say - along with showing the band in the style of the album cover Deep Purple In Rock) They were a rock cover group who used to play pubs and clubs around here, they did fantastic renditions of hits like "Highway Star" (where the lead guitarist would get off the stage and stand on the bar during the solo) I even found one of their albums on a website in Japan, believe it or not. How did it get there?
If you asked me what was my best gig of the decade, I'd really have to think about it. I mean, there's been events like the Monsters Of Rock festival in Milton Keynes, or the sensational performance from Lordi, the Finnish hard rockers who won Eurovision 2006 (pyrotechnics and all) or maybe the Australian Pink Floyd's re-enactment of The Wall back in May. All fantastic nights. Not sure I could pick just one.
However, on Tuesday night I was stepping out with GroupieGirl to attend what would be my last concert of the decade, and what better way to see the 00s out than with my favourite group of all time - the legendary Status Quo. I've enjoyed their music for about thirty years and they were making records for about a dozen years before that... and given Francis Rossi and Rick Parfitt are both about sixty now, there's always a feeling in the back of your mind that this could be the last chance to see them live, although I hope they carry on for years yet.
It had been a while - as I mentioned here, I planned to see them last year, but got sick at the last minute and had to give someone else my ticket. This year there would be no such worries. And supporting the Quo was none other than Roy Wood, of Wizzard fame. He's another one who's been in the business over forty years and still sounds great, and he was on top form that night singing hits like "See My Baby Jive" which holds a special place in my heart as it was the UK #1 on the day I was born. It was great to hear that live, and I said to Groupie afterwards "that's how it all began, and I'm still rockin' on!"
We had brought some props - a Santa hat each for Roy, because of his most famous hit "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day" which he naturally played as his last song, and a couple of inflatable guitars for the Quo. There were a few people with them, and a few more with foam ones which you could get from the merchandise stands. I usually buy a T-shirt from there at the gigs I go to - I've got quite a few in my wardrobe - and for a change, I bought a Roy Wood one as I've got several of the Quo already.
Status Quo once again lived up to the billing, with a great set. Apparently last year, to commemorate 40 years since their first chart hit, they'd added some video screens which showed pictures of the band from 1968-2008 while they played, and they obviously liked the effect as they'd kept the screens for this year's gig, now with iTunes "visualiser" effects and the occasional shot from their videos down the years, such as when they played on a pod in the London Eye for "The Beginning Of The End".
At the end of the gig we both held our guitars aloft crossed over like the Status Quo "crossed guitars" logo as a salute to the band, and bassist Rhino clearly saw us and acknowledged us with a wave, which was really nice. There was the usual hassle with public transport (or the lack of) with a gig at the AECC which you just don't seem to get elsewhere but we did manage to get home by about midnight. I'd been up since 05.00 - and I had to get up at 05.00 for work the next morning, so a LONG day with little chance to recover, but worth it!!
One of the tracks they played was this one, "Living On An Island", and given that this was the last concert of the decade for me, I found myself thinking back about all the great things I've seen and done - by myself, with GroupieGirl, and with others - in various places around Great Britain over the last ten years. I've had a lot of fun. Here's to much more in the next ten!!
STATUS QUO - LIVING ON AN ISLAND
(from the album "Whatever You Want", 1979)
I've been to some fantastic concerts over the last ten years. The first one of the 00s would have been a local band called The Richard Head Band (they prefer a casual trouser, as the posters used to say - along with showing the band in the style of the album cover Deep Purple In Rock) They were a rock cover group who used to play pubs and clubs around here, they did fantastic renditions of hits like "Highway Star" (where the lead guitarist would get off the stage and stand on the bar during the solo) I even found one of their albums on a website in Japan, believe it or not. How did it get there?
If you asked me what was my best gig of the decade, I'd really have to think about it. I mean, there's been events like the Monsters Of Rock festival in Milton Keynes, or the sensational performance from Lordi, the Finnish hard rockers who won Eurovision 2006 (pyrotechnics and all) or maybe the Australian Pink Floyd's re-enactment of The Wall back in May. All fantastic nights. Not sure I could pick just one.
However, on Tuesday night I was stepping out with GroupieGirl to attend what would be my last concert of the decade, and what better way to see the 00s out than with my favourite group of all time - the legendary Status Quo. I've enjoyed their music for about thirty years and they were making records for about a dozen years before that... and given Francis Rossi and Rick Parfitt are both about sixty now, there's always a feeling in the back of your mind that this could be the last chance to see them live, although I hope they carry on for years yet.
It had been a while - as I mentioned here, I planned to see them last year, but got sick at the last minute and had to give someone else my ticket. This year there would be no such worries. And supporting the Quo was none other than Roy Wood, of Wizzard fame. He's another one who's been in the business over forty years and still sounds great, and he was on top form that night singing hits like "See My Baby Jive" which holds a special place in my heart as it was the UK #1 on the day I was born. It was great to hear that live, and I said to Groupie afterwards "that's how it all began, and I'm still rockin' on!"
We had brought some props - a Santa hat each for Roy, because of his most famous hit "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day" which he naturally played as his last song, and a couple of inflatable guitars for the Quo. There were a few people with them, and a few more with foam ones which you could get from the merchandise stands. I usually buy a T-shirt from there at the gigs I go to - I've got quite a few in my wardrobe - and for a change, I bought a Roy Wood one as I've got several of the Quo already.
Status Quo once again lived up to the billing, with a great set. Apparently last year, to commemorate 40 years since their first chart hit, they'd added some video screens which showed pictures of the band from 1968-2008 while they played, and they obviously liked the effect as they'd kept the screens for this year's gig, now with iTunes "visualiser" effects and the occasional shot from their videos down the years, such as when they played on a pod in the London Eye for "The Beginning Of The End".
At the end of the gig we both held our guitars aloft crossed over like the Status Quo "crossed guitars" logo as a salute to the band, and bassist Rhino clearly saw us and acknowledged us with a wave, which was really nice. There was the usual hassle with public transport (or the lack of) with a gig at the AECC which you just don't seem to get elsewhere but we did manage to get home by about midnight. I'd been up since 05.00 - and I had to get up at 05.00 for work the next morning, so a LONG day with little chance to recover, but worth it!!
One of the tracks they played was this one, "Living On An Island", and given that this was the last concert of the decade for me, I found myself thinking back about all the great things I've seen and done - by myself, with GroupieGirl, and with others - in various places around Great Britain over the last ten years. I've had a lot of fun. Here's to much more in the next ten!!
STATUS QUO - LIVING ON AN ISLAND
(from the album "Whatever You Want", 1979)
2009-12-08
4 Minutes In A Parallel Universe
Writing here for the two hundredth time. Wow. Just a short one though as I have other business to attend to at this time of the year...
One of the many (many) things that people think is strange about me is my wearing of earplugs at work. It originally came from people playing the radio too darn loud with my particular area at work being directly under a speaker. I'd turn the thing down a few notches, then someone would turn it up... so eventually I thought "the hell with you" and started taking little foam earplugs with me - the ones I take to rock concerts etc. They can knock at least 20dB off the sound level, maybe even 30dB - so you can enjoy the music while protecting your ears, and they also have the side effect of turning the sound down on the obnoxious local radio DJ who insists on talking all over the bloody records...
However, I find they're a great concentration booster at work, shutting me off from the distracting and sometimes inane babble of the workplace. I can get on with the job and keep myself to myself, which I like to do. Particularly at this time of year.
Today, though, I found myself even more removed from physical reality than usual. They put a particular song on the radio, and I suddenly found myself thinking about a certain person, and thinking about what if certain circumstances had been different. It was like a quick trip into a parallel universe, and a distant smile came to my face as I temporarily exchanged places with this one. A smile which stayed on my face for hours.
The person and the circumstances don't need to be discussed here. In fact, I'm not sure why I'm even telling you about this. Maybe all I wanted to do is link to the song. And why not? It's worth linking to.
PLAIN WHITE T'S - HEY THERE DELILAH
(from the album "All That We Needed", 2005)
One of the many (many) things that people think is strange about me is my wearing of earplugs at work. It originally came from people playing the radio too darn loud with my particular area at work being directly under a speaker. I'd turn the thing down a few notches, then someone would turn it up... so eventually I thought "the hell with you" and started taking little foam earplugs with me - the ones I take to rock concerts etc. They can knock at least 20dB off the sound level, maybe even 30dB - so you can enjoy the music while protecting your ears, and they also have the side effect of turning the sound down on the obnoxious local radio DJ who insists on talking all over the bloody records...
However, I find they're a great concentration booster at work, shutting me off from the distracting and sometimes inane babble of the workplace. I can get on with the job and keep myself to myself, which I like to do. Particularly at this time of year.
Today, though, I found myself even more removed from physical reality than usual. They put a particular song on the radio, and I suddenly found myself thinking about a certain person, and thinking about what if certain circumstances had been different. It was like a quick trip into a parallel universe, and a distant smile came to my face as I temporarily exchanged places with this one. A smile which stayed on my face for hours.
The person and the circumstances don't need to be discussed here. In fact, I'm not sure why I'm even telling you about this. Maybe all I wanted to do is link to the song. And why not? It's worth linking to.
PLAIN WHITE T'S - HEY THERE DELILAH
(from the album "All That We Needed", 2005)
2009-12-07
Hello, I'm Your Groupie Godmother...
Sleeping at odd hours again, and of course it's that time of the year again, the start of the two or three Weeks Of Hell(TM) so it'll probably be a case of working and sleeping only for the next half moon or so. Which is a bit pif, to be honest. Especially since there's a lot of other stuff I'd like to right now. Still, I've worked out I only need to show up for work twice between December 25 and January 3 so I can probably catch up with life then. Assuming I make it that far...
Anyway, yesterday I was up early so I could meet GroupieGirl and her dad and take the train down to Angus, about three quarters of an hour down the east coast. They've got family down there, and we'd been invited to the "blessing" of the latest arrival. A blessing is apparently like a christening, but not quite as religious - there was no water in the font, for example. Anyway, Groupie's always complaining there's nothing to do on a Sunday (with good reason, I might add) so it was a nice change, and it was nice that I got invited too.
We found ourselves in the local church at 11.00 that morning, the first time I'd been in a house of worship for many years - I used to go to my local one in my teens, with long hair and dressed entirely in denim, but that's probably another story... The blessing took place as part of the regular Sunday service, and things have been updated since my last time in a church, clearly - a screen projecting the words we had to say on the wall!! Although let me say for the record that Comic Sans has no place in a church, or indeed anywhere outside of a comic. Just say no, kids...
After an hour's worth of Songs Of Praise, it was time to head back to Groupie's aunt & uncle's house and get stuck into the buffet of food that was on offer - strange alien delights including kebab meat shaped into spheres on a stick, amongst other things. I also got a glass of champagne which was nice :)
Groupie had been chosen as the little one's godmother...rather ironic considering her atheism, but there you go! As I said to her "I've heard of fairy godmothers, but groupie godmothers?" Neither of us have any interest in having children, either with each other or anyone else, so this sort of this is the closest we'll get. And her new little god-daughter was fascinated with the "Frosty The Snowman" ringtone on her phone - sitting quietly in wonderment as it played. I found myself spending a lot of time chatting to her uncle's guide dogs - and that's pretty ironic as well as I not a huge fan of our canine friends, but these were really nice.
We did run into a little problem with our train home, though - it had been delayed for 45 minutes due to a fault, so we were stuck on a cold, draughty platform in the dark in a little town with nowhere else to go for a while. Not much you can do about that though, and it was a great excuse to warm up with a little red wine when I finally got back chez Zaphod.
Right then, what the hell do I choose as a track here? How about Groupie's ringtone? It is the season, after all...
NAT KING COLE - FROSTY THE SNOWMAN
(from the album "Christmas For Kids - From One To Ninety Two", 1950)
Anyway, yesterday I was up early so I could meet GroupieGirl and her dad and take the train down to Angus, about three quarters of an hour down the east coast. They've got family down there, and we'd been invited to the "blessing" of the latest arrival. A blessing is apparently like a christening, but not quite as religious - there was no water in the font, for example. Anyway, Groupie's always complaining there's nothing to do on a Sunday (with good reason, I might add) so it was a nice change, and it was nice that I got invited too.
We found ourselves in the local church at 11.00 that morning, the first time I'd been in a house of worship for many years - I used to go to my local one in my teens, with long hair and dressed entirely in denim, but that's probably another story... The blessing took place as part of the regular Sunday service, and things have been updated since my last time in a church, clearly - a screen projecting the words we had to say on the wall!! Although let me say for the record that Comic Sans has no place in a church, or indeed anywhere outside of a comic. Just say no, kids...
After an hour's worth of Songs Of Praise, it was time to head back to Groupie's aunt & uncle's house and get stuck into the buffet of food that was on offer - strange alien delights including kebab meat shaped into spheres on a stick, amongst other things. I also got a glass of champagne which was nice :)
Groupie had been chosen as the little one's godmother...rather ironic considering her atheism, but there you go! As I said to her "I've heard of fairy godmothers, but groupie godmothers?" Neither of us have any interest in having children, either with each other or anyone else, so this sort of this is the closest we'll get. And her new little god-daughter was fascinated with the "Frosty The Snowman" ringtone on her phone - sitting quietly in wonderment as it played. I found myself spending a lot of time chatting to her uncle's guide dogs - and that's pretty ironic as well as I not a huge fan of our canine friends, but these were really nice.
We did run into a little problem with our train home, though - it had been delayed for 45 minutes due to a fault, so we were stuck on a cold, draughty platform in the dark in a little town with nowhere else to go for a while. Not much you can do about that though, and it was a great excuse to warm up with a little red wine when I finally got back chez Zaphod.
Right then, what the hell do I choose as a track here? How about Groupie's ringtone? It is the season, after all...
NAT KING COLE - FROSTY THE SNOWMAN
(from the album "Christmas For Kids - From One To Ninety Two", 1950)
2009-12-01
Opening The Dreamlog Again
Yesterday I changed my duvet & pillow covers, which are now a quite fetching shade of orange, and I also got my "winter" duvet on my bed - in reality, my "summer" and "autumn" duvets clipped together and put in the same cover. And I was glad of it as well, as it was a really cold night last night, getting down to -4 Celsius at one point. It's going to stay quite cold for a few days, and hopefully the snow will come and it'll stay snowing all the way to March - or maybe that's just me dreaming impossible dreams again.
Certainly I've been dreaming some strange dreams recently, and late this afternoon, while I was resting up under the lovely warm duvet, I had a particularly strange one. I was in some sort of hotel - no idea where, could have been London, could have been anywhere. I was watching old episodes of Top Of The Pops on a video screen. Actually, I have been watching a lot of old Top Of The Pops episodes in reality, so that's probably where that came from. Anyway, I was experimenting with the video controls and found myself watching the show in reverse - and all the songs not only made sense played backwards, they were actually quite funny, or deep. No messages from the devil though :)
After this I found myself outside my room exploring the building, finding a fitness centre/spa on the ground floor, a pub/restaurant on the top floor which they were still building, and a gateway to some shops. I found myself in a clothes shop looking at an advert for a job. "We want someone to spin the records in store" it said. "Already planning which tracks to pick and how to link them? You could be what we're looking for". I started thinking "nice one, maybe I should apply?"
It was about then I found myself back in my pad in reality under the duvet. So we'll never know whether I was about to become Top Shop's answer to Jimmy Savile. Which is probably a good thing.
No idea what, if anything, the dream meant, but thought I'd like to share it anyway. If nothing else, it's come in handy for a blog post, and by my reckoning this is number 199...
FURNITURE - BRILLIANT MIND
(from the album "The Wrong People", 1986)
Certainly I've been dreaming some strange dreams recently, and late this afternoon, while I was resting up under the lovely warm duvet, I had a particularly strange one. I was in some sort of hotel - no idea where, could have been London, could have been anywhere. I was watching old episodes of Top Of The Pops on a video screen. Actually, I have been watching a lot of old Top Of The Pops episodes in reality, so that's probably where that came from. Anyway, I was experimenting with the video controls and found myself watching the show in reverse - and all the songs not only made sense played backwards, they were actually quite funny, or deep. No messages from the devil though :)
After this I found myself outside my room exploring the building, finding a fitness centre/spa on the ground floor, a pub/restaurant on the top floor which they were still building, and a gateway to some shops. I found myself in a clothes shop looking at an advert for a job. "We want someone to spin the records in store" it said. "Already planning which tracks to pick and how to link them? You could be what we're looking for". I started thinking "nice one, maybe I should apply?"
It was about then I found myself back in my pad in reality under the duvet. So we'll never know whether I was about to become Top Shop's answer to Jimmy Savile. Which is probably a good thing.
No idea what, if anything, the dream meant, but thought I'd like to share it anyway. If nothing else, it's come in handy for a blog post, and by my reckoning this is number 199...
FURNITURE - BRILLIANT MIND
(from the album "The Wrong People", 1986)
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