Dedicated to the one I love

So.
 
I’ve been thinking.

It’s your birthday on Friday 29th June and you’ve cunningly taken that day and the next off.

And you’re going to come down to London village on Wednesday 27th June after work.
 
Thought 1:
I’m going to buy your ticket. Please don’t argue. Call it a treat. I’ll book it on-line and get it sent to the house.
 
NB to self… remind me to remind me to flippin’ well remind me (because I absolutely MUST NOT FORGET) to bring a birthday present or two and a card that might be roaming around the house down to London at the start of next week!
 
Thought 2:
It’s going to be lateish when you arrive at the London village train station. I’ll pick you up in the car. But because it’s going to be late I suggest we don’t go out Wednesday night; I’ll cook for us in Brixton (somewhere, out in the street, in someone’s car, haven’t decided where to cook yet).
 
Thought 3:
I’m working on Thursday; you’ll be fine in the house with Pete and/or Shane. I’m sorry that the shower-room is a building site. Blame Shane. I do. But the bathroom upstairs is very spacious and functional.
 
Thought 4:
If you want to meet for lunch on Thursday that would be nice, but as Thursday is your birthday there’s no pressure, just chill and enjoy yourself.
 
Thought 5:
After work we could be really daring and go out for the evening? Perhaps the West End? Or do you want to meet up with Sammi and/or any of your other London-based friends? Sorry, I’ve had another thought (let’s call it Thought 5b) – the upshot is we’re going out; it’s booked.
 
Thought 6:
Friday, I’m working again but will finish about 13.30 after which we can enjoy each other’s company on the Long March Home (to almost quote Mao Tse Tung).  We’ll probably get home between 16.00-17.00 depending on traffic and toilet breaks.
 
Thought 7:
Saturday, I’m not competing so we can spend the day together if you like? Potter around, do a bit of shopping in the morning?. The only thing on our calendar is that we have to be at a place an hour’s drive away from home for the early evening. Oh. Didn’t I tell you this?  Sorry. Perhaps we could nip off and see the boys around late morning then take a slow drive to our destination, stopping for lunch en-route, before we get to the thing?
 
Thought 8:
Sunday, no plans there either. Spend the day with me? Please? Except… if the weather’s nice perhaps we might pop down to Gloucestershire for a thing?

The reverse Midas touch

That’s the one where everything starts out gold and gradually turns to brown, smelly stuff under your watchful eye.

I’m not sure what’s gold about the alarm going off at 04.15 but I felt remarkably chirpy when it did.

Lurched as quietly as possible out of the bedroom.

Teetered downstairs, kettle on, porridge into microwave.

Back upstairs; shower, shave.

Spare room; get dressed, take clutch of clean shirts and bag of belongings downstairs and out in to the car.

Kitchen; devour breakfast and cup of tea.

Back upstairs, brush teeth.

Tiptoe in to the bedroom, kiss a sleepy but Lovely S, tell her to go back to sleep (so why did I wake her to tell her that?).

Tiptoe downstairs again, put a few bits and bobs in the car and at:

05.03 drive off.

08.15 arrive Docklands, send ‘safe and sound’ text to The Lovely S (she is using my spare mobile handset with her sim card, because her two-week-old Motorola has dropped dead. Again. This is the second handset to do this in less than a month; well done Motorola!)

08.30 enter office.

Do typical Monday morning stuff.

09.20 leave office for a bus journey to Bow. What a great bus journey! The 277 goes all around the houses, it’s brilliant (Ted)! I wish I’d taken my camera with me.

10.00 arrive meeting venue.

10.30 start meeting.

11.35 finish meeting.

11.40 catch bus back to Docklands.

12.05 arrive back in the office, eat lunch while answering emails, responding to messages etc.

12.15 promise to help R with presentational stuff (she looks very fragile about this thing).

12.30 leave office for meeting on the Isle of Dogs.

12.55 arrive meeting venue.

13.00 start meeting.

13.45 finish meeting.

13.55 start next meeting

15.15 finish meeting.

15.18 move downstairs to chat with IP’s (interested parties).

16.00 arrive back in the office, do more emaily/messagy stuff.

16.15 take delivery of a USB dongle that will allow my laptop to receive DAB Radio/Digital television (how cool is this?).

16.30 reiterate to R that I’ll give whatever advice/info I can.

18.33 receive text from The Lovely S that mortifies me; she’s found ‘photos’ on my spare handset (I haven’t used it for two years – since before I met her). In equal measures I am embarrassed for me and fearful for any pain that I might have caused her.

18.55 in response to my apology The Lovely S replies that she’s not worried. Doesn’t alter the fact that I am. Still feel mortified and gutted.

19.00 install USB dongle. Insufficient signal in Brixton to make the effing thing pick up anything. Why does this surprise me? I can barely get a phone signal in Brixton.

19.30 receive email from R with her presentation. Except the file size is half a meg and despite downloading it three times the effing thing won’t open. Give up after third attempt.

20.30 phone call from The Lovely S. She says it’s no big deal. But it is to me. Still mortified of Brixton here!

21.09 phone call from R about her presentation; she resends it. This time the file size is different, I download and open it. Looks neat! I suggest we should have 10 mins together tomorrow so she can run through her presentation in tandem with the slides. Tell her it’s great stuff; she’s a little stressed – no need in my view. Have a gneral chat with R, exchange improbable-sounding but true stories about our pasts. We both chuckle.

21.30 try the USB dongle again. Perhaps if I used a kipper for an aerial I’d get a better signal. Why is it that Brixton is such an awful place for all manner of signals?

22.58 falling asleep whilst trying to read a bio of Napoleon. Need to get this blog out. Need to sleep, alarm will go off at 05.20.

Taal

It wasn’t love at first sight.

She didn’t look unpleasant as such.

Just not my type.

A bit on the small side.

Skinny too, painfully thin.

And a funny shape.

Not weird, just not completely normal; big bum, head slightly too large for her body, big bum, dumpy legs, big bum.

And she had a big bum.

But she looked at the world through the sweetest, gentlest, most trusting pools of soft brown eyes that I’ve ever seen.

Hypnotic eyes.

Trusting eyes.

Intelligent eyes.

With a lot of pain behind them.

We spent half an hour together.

And I decided to give things a go.

For the next six months Taal and I worked together.

I altered her diet, gave her a fitness and exercise plan and got a specialist remedial farrier to see to her poor, poor feet.

The first time I met Taal she had chronic laminitis in both front feet; was 100% lame.

Almost a year later we’d graduated from walking out in hand to lightly hacking around the Somerset countryside, frightening the living daylights out of motorists.

Eight months after that and we were taking part in fun rides and leaping over small fences.

We became well-known on the local show scene; that loony bloke and his equally mental mare.

We were together for six years, my Taaly and me; six tremendously fun-filled years.

Five years ago this summer she just stopped having fun.

A week later she was gone.

But the photos show her doing what she did best…

Having fun.

Don’t panic!

I’m sitting here with a mild feeling of anxiety.

I mean, it’s 13.48 on Sunday.

The weekend is slipping through my fingers like fine Mexican sand on an, erm, Mexican beach.

And no matter how hard I clench my digits together the sand continues to slip between them.

It’s 13.49 now.

I should be doing something.

Something productive.

Mozart composed his first work at 4 (and at 5 he went home for tea, ha ha ha).

But really.

I’m feeling panicy and unproductive.

I suppose I could have a shower and get dressed?

🙂

Now then reaches towards the ancient yet still faithful rucksack where did I put that draft symphony score I was working on when I was three-years-old?

Brennig.

Candles in the wind…

sniff

Phone call to Daughter.

sniff

She is unwell.

sniff

She has a runny nose and it’s sore.

sniff

But (bless) she’s determined that it won’t stop her from going to school tomorrow.

How so??

Because the school year is almost finished in Spain and prior to the start of three months summer holiday(!) it’s a big school Fiesta tomorrow.

Apparently she’s taking chicken sandwiches (every pupil takes at least one food ‘thing’).

She didn’t get her carnivore tastes from me.

Brennig.

Saturday, Dressage

Swallowfields, P10 and P18.

I rushed Vin through a hurried grooming, quickly stowed his dressage tack and the rest of the gear, loaded him, gave him a haynet to keep his mouth if not his brain busy, closed up the tail ramp and drove the lorry out of the yard at 09.20.

Unfortunately I had to stop for diesel en route, there was a queue at the garage and it was later than I would have liked when we arrived at the competition venue.

I unloaded Vin, groomed him again, tacked up, put my tie and jacket on and changed my wellies for my long leather riding boots, donned hat and gloves, mounted and walked to the working-in arena.

We got called forward to the huge indoor arena and I asked a member of staff to call my test for me.

Overall our first test (Prelim 10) was good but Vin wasn’t as forward-going as he normally is; perhaps he didn’t want to be there.

He gave me an incorrect canter strike-off – something he did a fortnight ago at Abbey Dressage – but at least this time he let me correct the movement.

Apart from this error he was only slightly argumentative.

The caller was absolutely brilliant and refused my offers of cups of tea, coffee and/or food from the caterer as payment.

In between tests I struck up a conversation with a couple whose lorry was next to mine.

Coincidence number 1: They were at my yard on Thursday preparing a stable for a friend of theirs.

Coincidence number 2: They saw and said hello to Beech.

Coincidence number 3: They’re at a livery yard run by my yard manager’s friend, just a few miles from me.

Nice couple.

After a cup of tea and a fried egg roll (yeah, sorry about that) I got Vin ready and we worked in slowly, concentrating on transitions again.

Our second test (Prelim 18) started well but went gradually downhill from there; incorrect canter strikeoff again (I’m really going to have to school this out of him), little displays of resistance and pockets of being argumentative.

Nope, Vin didn’t want to be there.

In retrospect I wonder if his attitude was down to the first thing he saw when I unloaded him at Swallowfield; a field full of showjumps?

Also, as we worked in for the dressage I could feel that he was very interested in the four or five cross-country fences plainly visible.

So perhaps he wanted to go jumping rather than do boring old dressage?

Anyway.

The second test wasn’t horribly bad, it just wasn’t terribly good.

Our mark for P10 came in at 54% and we got 52% for P18; not too bad considering.

I untacked, groomed and gave Vin his haynet which he fell on as if he hadn’t eaten for days.

I went off for another cup of tea and, ahem, another fried egg roll and sat and chatted to another couple of contestants from Chaddesley Corbett – also near my yard.

Then I put Vin in his stall, closed up the lorry and at 13.30 began the drive back to the yard.

A funny thing happened to me on the way to the forum yard…

Driving through the narrow single-track lanes towards Hockley Heath…

Around the corner rather too-quickly for a country lane came a quick brand new unlicensed/unregistered Porsche.

It was obviously being test-driven by a potential buyer with the IBM-compatible-suited salesman in the passenger seat.

The look of absolute terror on the salesman’s face when they rounded the corner at 40 mph and found a ten-ton lorry occupying the width of the lane was absolutely priceless.

By 15.20 I was back at the house having returned to the yard, unloaded and groomed Vin, turned him out in his field, made a big fuss of Beech, put Vin’s tack away, mucked out the lorry, emptied the living accommodation of the usual day-out rubbish, photographed the lorry from three angles for the signwriter (tell you about that another time) and put it in its parking bay.

Motorways sights…

Friday afternoon.

M40, Birmingham-bound.

Buckinghamshire.

It’s not often I see a need for new legislation but this requirement is long overdue…

Vehicle registration plates.

I find that I’m seeing an increasing number of vehicle registration plates that have been tampered with to make them look like something they’re not.

Like right now.

I’m following an Audi on the M40.

I have +20/20 vision.

I am 30 metres behind it.

The registration number on the plate of the Audi is – quite plainly – HOTT X.

I know that this registration number has been manipulated because HOTT X is not a valid registration number.

I close to 20 metres.

It still only says HOTT X.

Traffic slows and bunches up because there’s a jam at an exit ramp so I close to ten metres.

Nope, it still reads as HOTT X – but I can see there’s something after the ‘H’ on the registration plate.

Traffic slows to a crawl so I pull up to five metres.

Guess what?

From this distance I can see that the actual registration number is H17 TTX.

The owner has manipulated it by inserting a black ‘.’ next to the ‘1’ and the ‘7’ has been straightened and placed next to the ‘H1.’ to make it look like ‘]’.

Then the ‘X’ has been extra-spaced away from the first part of the registration detail.

So in ASCII it looks like this: HI]TT  X.

I’m not being a killjoy in calling for legislation to stop this from happening, my reasoning is simple.

If the car in front of me was involved in a hit and run accident no-one would have a clue as to its real identity.

So come on you nanny Conservative New Labour politicians.

Isn’t it about time you got off your collective arses and did something useful, something that would actually benefit the public for a change?

Stop people from screwing around with their vehicle registration plates.

An ear full…

Today’s playlist (drawn from my current iPod tracklisting below)…

* the totally brilliant Hide and Seek by Immogen Heap
* the totally brilliant (do you sense a theme developing here?) Hoppípolla by Sigur Rós
* the intriguing Samson by Regina Spektor, and
* the foot-tapping but slightly cheesy Electric Dreams by Phil & The Human League

Track Name Artist
I’m Mandy Fly Me 10cc
Don’t Know Much Aaron Neville/Linda Ronstadt
Take On Me a-Ha
The Sun Always Shines On T.V. a-Ha
Inquilino Ainhoa
Acéptame Así Ainhoa
No Hieras Más Ainhoa
El Amor Me Está Llamando Ainhoa
Busco Señales Divinas Ainhoa
Cuando Tú No Estás Ainhoa
Decídete Ainhoa
Le Digo Adiós Al Ayer Ainhoa
Resignación Ainhoa
Emotional Rescue Ainhoa
Lo Buena Quada Ainhoa
El Camaleón Ainhoa
Seguiré Estando Yo Ainhoa
Tengo Que Aprender Ainhoa
Mi Oportunidad Ainhoa
Siempre Amanece Ainhoa
Cuando Existe El Amor Ainhoa
Es Mi Juego Ainhoa
Dame Una Razón Ainhoa
A Veces Ainhoa
Salir Corriendo Ainhoa
Buscando Quien Eres Ainhoa
Cristales Rotos Ainhoa
En El Silencio Ainhoa
Big in Japan Alphaville
Forever Young Alphaville
I Say a Little Prayer Aretha Franklin
Shirley Billy Bragg
Walk Away Renee Billy Bragg
Days Like These Billy Bragg
Country House Blur
Best Days Blur
Universal Blur
More Than A Feeling Boston
The Best Is Yet to Come Clifford T. Ward
Politik Coldplay
In My Place Coldplay
The Scientist Coldplay
Clocks Coldplay
Yellow Coldplay
Trouble Coldplay
White Shadows Coldplay
Fix You Coldplay
Talk Coldplay
A Touch Colleen & B.
Don’t Dream It’s Over Crowded House
Four Seasons in One Day Crowded House
Cannonball Damien Rice
Take Five Dave Brubeck
Life on Mars? David Bowie
Hysteria Def Leppard
20th Century Boy Def Leppard
Waterloo Sunset Def Leppard
10538 Overture Def Leppard
Street Life Def Leppard
Little Bit Of Love Def Leppard
No Matter What Def Leppard
Don’t Believe A Word Def Leppard
Strangelove Depeche Mode
Enjoy the Silence Depeche Mode
Policy of Truth Depeche Mode
Walking in My Shoes Depeche Mode
In Your Room Depeche Mode
It’s No Good Depeche Mode
Romeo And Juliet Dire Straits
Private Investigation Dire Straits
Brothers In Arms Dire Straits
Local Hero/Wild Theme (Live) Dire Straits
The Boys Of Summer Don Henley
The End Of The Innocence Don Henley
The Last Worthless Evening Don Henley
New York Minute Don Henley
The Heart Of The Matter Don Henley
The Garden Of Allah Don Henley
You Don’t Know Me At All Don Henley
Still D.R.E. Dr. Dre
Big Ego’s Dr. Dre
Bang Bang Dr. Dre
Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors Editors
I Don’t Want To Go To Chelsea Elvis Costello & The Attractions
White America Eminem
Cleaning Out My Closet Eminem
Square Dance Eminem
Soldier Eminem
Say Goodbye Hollywood Eminem
Sing For The Moment Eminem
When The Music Stops Eminem
‘Till I Collapse Eminem
My Dad’s Gone Crazy Eminem
Forgot About Dre Eminem & Dr. Dre
Return To Innocence Enigma
Silence Must Be Heard Enigma
Mea Culpa Enigma
Tears In Heaven Eric Clapton
Layla Eric Clapton
The Final Countdown Europe
Sweet Dreams Eurythmics
Who’s That Girl? Eurythmics
Here Comes The Rain Again Eurythmics
Time After Time Eva Cassidy
Going Under Evanescence
Bring Me To Life Evanescence
Everybody’s Fool Evanescence
My Immortal Evanescence
Haunted Evanescence
Tourniquet Evanescence
Imaginary Evanescence
Hello Evanescence
My Last Breath Evanescence
More Than Words Extreme
Insomnia Faithless
Don’t Leave Faithless
We Come Faithless
Salva Mea Faithless
Miss U Less, See U More Faithless
Reasons (Saturday Night) Faithless Feat. Ian Drury
Right Here, Right Now Fatboy Slim
Rockafeller Skank, The Fatboy Slim
Superman Five for Fighting
Man Of The World Fleetwood Mac
Firth Of Fifth Genesis
Aisle Of Plenty Genesis
Midnight Train to Georgia Gladys Knight & The Pips
Hide Me Grandadbob
Sh shake there Grandadbob
Pictures Grandadbob
English Summer Grandadbob
Come with Me Grandadbob
Holiday Green Day
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams Green Day
Are We The Waiting Green Day
Give Me Novacaine Green Day
Wake Me Up When September Ends Green Day
Whatsername Green Day
Basket Case Green Day
Good Riddance Green Day
Redundant Green Day
Worry Rock Green Day
Made Up Love Song #43 Guillemots
Redwings Guillemots
If The World Ends Guillemots
We’re Here Guillemots
Annie, Let’s Not Wait Guillemots
November Rain Guns N’ Roses
Civil War Guns N’ Roses
Will You Hazel O’Connor
Satellite Hooters
You Held The World In Your Arms Idlewild
A Modern Way Of Letting Go Idlewild
American English Idlewild
I Never Wanted Idlewild
Live In A Hiding Place Idlewild
Out Of Routine Idlewild
Century After Century Idlewild
In Remote Part/Scottish Fiction Idlewild
The Passenger Iggy Pop
Heroe Il Divo
Isabel Il Divo
I Believe In You Il Divo
Unchained Melody Il Divo
Si Tú Me Amas Il Divo
Ave Maria Il Divo
Hasta Mi Final Il Divo
Pour Que Tu M’aimes Encore Il Divo
Headlock Imogen Heap
Goodnight And Go Imogen Heap
Have You Got It In You? Imogen Heap
Loose Ends Imogen Heap
Hide And Seek Imogen Heap
Clear The Area Imogen Heap
Daylight Robbery Imogen Heap
The Walk Imogen Heap
Just For Now Imogen Heap
I Am In Love With You Imogen Heap
Closing In Imogen Heap
You Give Me Something (Eg Version) James Morrison
Rock And Roll Dreams Come Through Jim Steinman
Nineteen Forever Joe Jackson
Evil Empire Joe Jackson
Happy Ending Joe Jackson
Be My Number Two Joe Jackson
Steppin’ Out Joe Jackson
Real Men Joe Jackson
A Slow Song Joe Jackson
Is She Really Going Out With Him Joe Jackson
Kung Fu International John Cooper Clarke
Light My Fire José Feliciano
Don’t Stop Believin’ Journey
Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) Kate Bush
Hounds Of Love Kate Bush
Mother Stands For Comfort Kate Bush
Cloudbusting Kate Bush
And Dream Of Sheep Kate Bush
Hello Earth Kate Bush
The Morning Fog Kate Bush
Be Kind To My Mistakes Kate Bush
Under The Ivy Kate Bush
The Sensual World Kate Bush
Deeper Understanding Kate Bush
This Womans Work Kate Bush
Breathing Kate Bush
Unlike Me Kate Havnevik
Not Fair Kate Havnevik
Nowhere Warm Kate Havnevik
You Again Kate Havnevik
Serpentine Kate Havnevik
Kaleidoscope Kate Havnevik
Sleepless Kate Havnevik
Suckerlove Kate Havnevik
Se Meg Kate Havnevik
Someday Kate Havnevik
New Day Kate Havnevik
Somewhere Only We Know Keane
We Might As Well Be Strangers Keane
Everybody’s Changing Keane
She Has No Time Keane
Sunshine Keane
This Is The Last Time Keane
On A Day Like Today Keane
Bedshaped Keane
Atlantic Keane
Is It Any Wonder? Keane
Nothing In My Way Keane
A Bad Dream Keane
Hamburg Song Keane
Put It Behind You Keane
The Iron Sea Keane
Crystal Ball Keane
Try Again Keane
Broken Toy Keane
The Frog Prince Keane
You And I Will Never See Eye To Eye Kingmaker
A New England Kirsty MacColl
Are you gonna go my way Lenny Kravitz
Fly Away Lenny Kravitz
I Belong To You Lenny Kravitz
Hallelujah Leonard Cohen
First We Take Manhatten Leonard Cohen
Numb Linkin Park
Crawling Linkin Park
Stay (I Missed You) Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories
A Town Called Hypocrisy Lostprophets
California Dreamin’ Mammas and Pappas
A Design For Life Manic Street Preachers
Enola/Alone Manic Street Preachers
Everything Must Go Manic Street Preachers
Australia Manic Street Preachers
Further Away Manic Street Preachers
No Surface All Feeling Manic Street Preachers
Sleepflower Manic Street Preachers
From Despair To Where Manic Street Preachers
La Tristesse Durera (Scream To A Sigh) Manic Street Preachers
The Everlasting Manic Street Preachers
If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next Manic Street Preachers
Heart Of Lothian: Wide Boy / Curtain Call Marillion
Future Proof Massive Attack
What Your Soul Sings Massive Attack
Everywhen Massive Attack
Special Cases Massive Attack
Butterfly Caught Massive Attack
A Prayer For England Massive Attack
Small Time Shot Away Massive Attack
Name Taken Massive Attack
Antistar Massive Attack
Martha Meat Loaf
Relax, Take It Easy Mika
All For Believing Missy Higgins
Ten Days Missy Higgins
Scar Missy Higgins
Don’t Ever Missy Higgins
Nightminds Missy Higgins
Unbroken Missy Higgins
Any Day Now Missy Higgins
Katie Missy Higgins
The River Missy Higgins
The Special Two Missy Higgins
This Is How It Goes Missy Higgins
The Sound of White Missy Higgins
Irish Blood, English Heart Morrissey
Take A Bow Muse
Starlight Muse
Supermassive Black Hole Muse
Map Of The Problematique Muse
Soldier’s Poem Muse
Invincible Muse
Assassin Muse
Exo-Politics Muse
City Of Delusion Muse
Hoodoo Muse
Knights Of Cydonia Muse
Plug in Baby Muse
Citizen Erased Muse
Sunburn Muse
Muscle Museum Muse
Unintended Muse
Miss You Like Crazy Natalie Cole
Smells Like Teen Spirit Nirvana
Come As You Are Nirvana
The Man Who Sold The World Nirvana
Set You Free N-Trance
Souvenir Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
Joan of Arc Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
Maid of Orleans Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
So Tired Ozzy Osbourne
Between Angels And Insects Papa Roach
Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes Paul Simon
You Can Call Me Al Paul Simon
Under African Skies Paul Simon
Crazy Love, Vol. II Paul Simon
Sledgehammer Peter Gabriel
Don’t Give Up Peter Gabriel
Digging In The Dirt Peter Gabriel
More Than This (Radio Edit) Peter Gabriel
Red Rain Peter Gabriel
Here Comes The Flood Peter Gabriel
Cloudless Peter Gabriel
I Have The Touch (Robbie Robertson Mix) Peter Gabriel
I Grieve Peter Gabriel
Lovetown Peter Gabriel
Signal To Noise Peter Gabriel
Alphadog Ping Pong Bitches
Roc Ya Body Ping Pong Bitches
The Beast Ping Pong Bitches
Kinky Boots Ping Pong Bitches
Chains Ping Pong Bitches
Beat You Up Ping Pong Bitches
Bedsitter Ping Pong Bitches
Learning To Fly Pink Floyd
On The Turning Away Pink Floyd
The Gunners Dream Pink Floyd
Comfortably Numb Pink Floyd
Wish You Were Here Pink Floyd
Ça plane pour moi (Original 1977 Version) Plastic Bertrand
Sour Times Portishead
Roads Portishead
Glory Box Portishead
When Doves Cry Prince
Purple Rain Prince
Kiss Prince
She Hates Me Puddle of Mudd
It’s Late Queen
No One But You (Only The Good Die Young) Queen
Exit Music (For A Film) Radiohead
Karma Police Radiohead
No Surprises Radiohead
Lurgee Radiohead
Creep Radiohead
Stop Whispering Radiohead
Feels Like Home Randy Newman
Overnight Sensation (Hit Record) Raspberries
In The Morning Razorlight
Who Needs Love? Razorlight
Hold On Razorlight
America Razorlight
Before I Fall To Pieces Razorlight
I Can’t Stop This Feeling I’ve Got Razorlight
Pop Song 2006 Razorlight
Kirby’s House Razorlight
Back To The Start Razorlight
Los Angeles Waltz Razorlight
Vice Razorlight
Dalston Razorlight
Golden Touch Razorlight
By The Way Red Hot Chili Peppers
Universally Speaking Red Hot Chili Peppers
Don’t Forget Me Red Hot Chili Peppers
The Zephyr Song Red Hot Chili Peppers
Tear Red Hot Chili Peppers
Scar Tissue Red Hot Chili Peppers
This Velvet Glove Red Hot Chili Peppers
Road Trippin’ Red Hot Chili Peppers
Fidelity Regina Spektor
Samson Regina Spektor
Clubbed to Death 1 Rob Dougan
The Ballad of Bill Hubbard Roger Waters
Three Wishes Roger Waters
Amused to Death Roger Waters
5.06 Am (Every Strangers Eyes) Roger Waters
The Tide is Turning Roger Waters
Oh Yeah Roxy Music
Pyjamarama Roxy Music
Virginia Plain Roxy Music
More Rock ‘n’ Roll Ruarri Joseph
Let The Children Play Santana
Hold On Santana
Santa’s a Scotsman Scottish Quest All Stars
Bully Boy Shed Seven
Takk… Sigur Rós
Glósóli Sigur Rós
Hoppípolla Sigur Rós
Með Blóðnasir Sigur Rós
Sé Lest Sigur Rós
Sæglópur Sigur Rós
Mílanó Sigur Rós
Gong Sigur Rós
Heysátan Sigur Rós
Nothing Compares To U Sinead O’Connor
Simple Sixteen Millimetre
More / Less Sixteen Millimetre
Cannonball Sixteen Millimetre
The Breath of Your Majesty Sixteen Millimetre
Hedonism – Just Because You Feel Good Skunk Anansie
You’re All I Have Snow Patrol
Hands Open Snow Patrol
Chasing Cars Snow Patrol
Shut Your Eyes Snow Patrol
It’s Beginning To Get To Me Snow Patrol
You Could Be Happy Snow Patrol
Make This Go On Forever Snow Patrol
Headlights On Dark Roads Snow Patrol
Open Your Eyes Snow Patrol
Signal Fire Snow Patrol
Set The Fire To The Third Bar Snow Patrol Feat. Martha Wainwright
Hug My Soul St Etienne
Inside Stiltskin
America Stiltskin
Inside extended Stiltskin
Caught By The Fuzz Supergrass
Marlene On The Wall Suzanne Vega
Telegram Sam T.Rex
Metal Guru T.Rex
It’s My Life Talk Talk
Blame Temposhark
It’s Better To Have Loved Temposhark
Invisible Ink Temposhark
Not That Big (Ft. Imogen Heap) Temposhark
The River (Richard Norris ‘The Other Side’ Remix) Temposhark
Tribute Tenacious D
Pretend Best Friend Terrorvision
House of the Rising Sun The Animals
Eternal Flame The Bangles
Zombie The Cranberries
Friday I’m in Love The Cure
You And Me The Delays
Valentine The Delays
This Town’s Religion The Delays
Sink Like A Stone The Delays
Winter’s Memory Of Summer The Delays
Given Time The Delays
Hideaway The Delays
Lillian The Delays
Out Of Nowhere The Delays
Waste Of Space The Delays
Flathead The Fratellis
Cuntry Boys & City Girls The Fratellis
Whistle For The Choi r The Fratellis
For The Girl The Fratellis
Creeping Up The Backstairs The Fratellis
Vince The Loveable Stoner The Fratellis
Everybody Knows You Cried Last Night The Fratellis
Baby Fratelli The Fratellis
Got Ma Nuts From A Hippie The Fratellis
Ole Black ‘N’ Blue Eyes The Fratellis
How to Save a Life The Fray
The Air That I Breathe The Hollies
He Ain’t Heavy He’s My Brother The Hollies
Don’t You Want Me The Human League
Together in Electric Dreams The Human League
Sam’s Town The Killers
Enterlude The Killers
When You Were Young The Killers
Bling (Confession Of A King) The Killers
For Reasons Unknown The Killers
Read My Mind The Killers
Bones The Killers
My List The Killers
This River Is Wild The Killers
Why Do I Keep Counting? The Killers
Exitlude The Killers
Where White Boys Dance The Killers
There She Goes The La’s
Staring At The Sun The Offspring
Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) The Offspring
The Kids Aren’t Alright The Offspring
She’s Got Issues The Offspring
Walla Walla The Offspring
Why Don’t You Get A Job The Offspring
Pay The Man The Offspring
Another Girl, Another Planet The Only Ones
Smack My Bitch Up The Prodigy
Breathe The Prodigy
Diesel Power The Prodigy
Mind Fields The Prodigy
Narayan The Prodigy
Firestarter The Prodigy
Climbatize The Prodigy
Sheena Is A Punk Rocker The Ramones
This Charming Man The Smiths
Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now The Smiths
The Boy With The Thorn In His Side The Smiths
Bigmouth Strikes Again The Smiths
Panic The Smiths
Ask The Smiths
Girlfriend In A Coma The Smiths
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out The Smiths
Dry Your Eyes The Streets
Reward The Teardrop Explodes
Bittersweet Symphony The Verve
The Drugs Don’t Work The Verve
2-4-6-8 Motorway Tom Robinson Band
Beautiful Day U2
Stuck In A Moment You Can’t Get Out Of U2
Elevation U2
Walk On U2
In A Little While U2
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For U2
Duel Various Artists
Fade To Grey Visage
Excitable Boy Warren Zevon
Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner Warren Zevon
Desperados Under The Eaves Warren Zevon
Johnny Strikes Up The Band Warren Zevon
Teenage Dirtbag Wheatus
Making Plans For Nigel XTC

Disaster Area – Too Many Cooks…

Well actually, too few cooks.

One too few to be precise.

I put tonight’s pasta on, made sure it was nicely settled then came upstairs, sat in front of the laptop and began pulverising the SciFi short story that I’ve been working on for a few weeks.

I started out doing an arty-farty light-touch edit – you know what I mean, tidying a word here, changing punctuation and making a sentence pithier there – but things got out of hand.

Before I knew it I was in full on re-write mode, bashing away at the keyboard, totally captured by the new plot development and character twist that I’ve been mulling over for the last day or so.

I really need to get it to the state where I can declare it Finally Finished; I have a buyer for it!

As I was reworking a particularly explosive scene I began to smell something.

Something not good.

Holy Hell!

My pasta…

I dashed downstairs and skidded across the kitchen lino (much like Tom Cruise did in the film Risky Business, but with more clothes on, much better looking and way, way taller).

Pulled the pan off the hob.

Holy overcooked pasta Batman.

It was boiled dry and comprehensively cooked on to all surfaces of the hideously expensive saucepan.

Bugger.

I managed to salvage 2/3rds of the pan contents, scraped it in to a bowl, added pasta sauce, sat at the table and ate the remains meal with my left-over Lucozade (it’s been a really tough day).

Then I set about resurrecting the pan.

And here’s my tip…

Clothes-washing powder.

Really!

Half a tab of Biological (it has to be biological for some reason that’s completely beyond me) clothes washing powder soaking overnight in the offending pan will give you, the next morning…

SuperCleanPan(tm).

Oh yes.

Trust me, I’m a doctor.

🙂

Brennig.