Having a big dump

another braindump…

My weekend trip to Granada is *still* not finalised; I won’t go in to the reason, but the source of the problem isn’t me.

If I don’t make it to Spain this weekend, maybe a trip to Ace Cafe on Sunday morning, on the Bandit, for one of their world-famous All Day Breakfasts?

Who knows.

Also, I still haven’t decided which gig I’m going to see tomorrow evening.

Besides, if I have a tough day at work, all bets for hitting an evening gig on a schoolnight could be off anyway.

I had a very late night last night; as well as being a late night, there wasn’t too much by way of restful sleepage going on when I did get to bed.

It was, unsurprisingly, very difficult to get out of bed this morning.

The 4.45am alarm played pleasant music and, you know, it was just great to lie there and gradually wake up, listening to excellent sounds.

The 5.10am alarm got switched off and…

My mattress continued to get some pressing exercise.

At 5.40 my conscience got the better of me; I was in the shower and, having shaved and dressed, on my way to work.

Bugger breakfast, I ate at the office.

Like yesterday, today was another massive day at work.

Like yesterday, by the time I switch out the light this evening, today will have been another 20-hour day.

There is so much work-stuff going on but I can’t talk about it, obv.

But I can say that this weekend is phase one of a big thing, and members of my team will be working all weekend.

And next weekend is phase two of  a big thing, and again, members of my team will be working all weekend.

So things are busy.

I’m still considering riding the Bandit to work tomorrow.

We’ll see how that thinking looks in the cold dark of a new morning.

Groundhog Day! (sortov)

this is just one big brain dump to hopefully help me sleep, even though there are a lot of things on my mind right now…

I’m not altogether too sure why, at 11.45pm on a Tuesday night, I’m sitting here watching the closing credits of Love, Actually.

But I am.

And what closing credits!

The Beach Boys ‘God Only Knows (What I’d Be Without You)’ is such a deliciously awesome piece of harmonised vocal.

And it is used to full effect, over the closing credits of Love, Actually.

Anyway.

Once again I find myself double-booked on the gig front.

This Thursday evening there’s a gig in Witney, and another gig in Bicester, and yes, of course, I would like to go to both.

I’m toying with riding the Bandit to work on Thursday.

The reason for this toying?

Because the weather forecast for Thursday looks reasonable; no other reason.

I went to my weekly guitar lesson this evening but, because my head was all over the place, and also, because I am shattered, it wasn’t exactly brilliant.

Pentatonic scales, chord/melody combination exercises and a big-up finish on Pink Floyd’s ‘Wish You Were Here’.

But although my heart was in it, my head wasn’t in the right place.

I wrote an email this evening.

Open, honest and straight from the heart.

If I could, I would recall it.

Despite the naked honesty the message is wrapped in, I’m a little apprehensive that it might go too far.

My fingers hurt.

From guitar lesson.

There’s probably going to be an Oxford Band Practice next month.

I can’t find my electronic guitar tuner.

Have you got it?

Oh yeah, and the decaf tea thing isn’t working (yet).

What’s in a name?

I’ve never been a big ‘give things a name’ person.

But somehow – please don’t ask how, I can’t answer it! – my motorbike deserves a name.

I want to call it ‘Bandit’.

Because, you know, it is a Suzuki 650cc Bandit.

A friend says I should call it ‘Weasel’.

I have no idea why.

So three questions really.

  1. Do you name things (cars, boats, planes, bodyparts, bicycles etc)
  2. If so, what things do you name and what do you name them? And
  3. What name do you prefer for my motorbike?