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My Diary/Blog For the Month of December
2011 |
Saturday 31st December 2011 |
10:03 GMT There was less rain last night than the forecasts suggested there would be - either that or I was just lucky. I don't know what the temperature was but it seemed milder than I was expecting. This morning it is once again all horrible and grey. There appears to be some light drizzle, and the current temperature is 12.4° C. That's not bad, and probably better than we should expect for this time of year, but it is probably about as high as it is going to get today. After being in all day I usually find it a struggle to motivate myself to go out in the evening - particularly into the cold, dark and wet. It didn't seem to happen last night, and going out was easy. I may have been lucky in that when I walked to the station there was no rain. I wasn't so lucky at the other end of my train ride. At West Wickham it was raining, and as I plodded up the short hill to The Swan pub I got quite damp. Some of that damp was sweat. All these days of inactivity, and eating far too much, have left me in such a bad shape that it was hard going walking up that short hill. Soon after arriving at the pub I had more opportunities to get even wetter as I helped Chain to bring in some of their gear from the pub car park. It may have been because it was relatively mild that the rain didn't feel too heavy, and yet seeing it backlit as it passed some of the car park lighting made it look really torrential ! It did take me quite some time before the added rain, and added sweat dried off. I've never been to The Swan before having missed Chain's first gig there. It has it's good points and it's bad points. As I add them up it feels like the bad points outweigh the good, but overall I actually liked the place in a strange way. It is a big pub, but the "stage" area is very small and cramped. The only way this cramped stage area affected me was that it made photography a bit hard because all too frequently Jo was standing in front of Chris. What was more worrying was that it is a very football orientated pub with a particular bias towards Crystal Palace Football Club. I have no particular dislike for Crystal Palace football club - I treat everything to do with football with equal contempt ! There were obviously many football supporters in the pub last night and they all seemed very strange individuals. I overheard one telling his mates, and I think his girlfriend, that if so and so scored a goal today he was going to run onto the pitch and give the player a great big wet kiss. It makes me think that many football fans are actually gay, and it is the struggle with their sexuality that makes some of them so violent. It's probably because they are all gay that many try and engage you in football related talk while your trying to quietly have a pee in the gents toilet. Despite these setbacks it was a good gig with all the usual favourites played. What was annoying was the timing. I had the choice of mucking about changing buses in the cold and rain to get home at the end of the gig, or to leave early and get the train home. I chose the train, and I had to leave just as Chain started to play one of my favourites - Paranoid. Even more annoying was the realisation that I could have left 5 minutes later and heard Paranoid. Getting home was actually too easy by train. It may have been slow going up the hill in the rain, but I just flew down the hill to the station in the dry. I arrived a whole 8 minutes early for the last train. It was only when the winter timetable was introduced on the 11th of the month that the last train became half an hour later at 23:17. I suspect that not many people know about it yet because there were only about half a dozen of us on the 10 coach train when it arrived at Catford Bridge. Three of us got off, but maybe a dozen boarded there. I am unsure when it actually happened, but The Copperfield pub, next to Catford Bridge station, recently lost it's licence because it was full of scum bags. With the pub closed it seemed remarkably civilised around the station, and that part of Catford Hill. While it was open all sorts of unsavoury characters would be hanging around. I took advantage of the quietness to buy some chicken and chips on the way home. As I munched my way through the chicken and chips I found that BBC 4 were showing the movie "Lemmy". As many of the reviews said, it is a fascinating movie even for those who don't particularly like rock music. I've seen the whole movie once before, but I still stayed up a lot longer than I had intended to watch more of it. I didn't make it to the end before I decided I had to go to bed, but I didn't miss much. I think it was 1am when I finally got into bed. Today should be the day when I start the process of tackling my blown up washing machine - except that it is so dull and miserable outside that it is going to take a lot of will power to get very far, or even start. I'll do some other stuff first, and hopefully I'll suddenly get the urge to take the first steps towards the rehabilitation of my laundry facilities. Meanwhile, here's the other Chain video retrieved from the lost and refound MiniDV camcorder tape. |
Thursday 29th December 2011 |
07:56 GMT There were occasional glimpses of sunshine yesterday, but overall it was an overcast day with the temperature gradually dropping. The temperature drop last night was quite subtle, but this morning it is down to 6° C, and it was definitely time to close the bathroom window again. The sun rose only a short while ago, but there is no sign of it in the mass of grey cloud. Sometime in the next couple of hours it may shine for a bit, but after that rain is forecast on and off for the rest of the day. It was a bit of a relief not to have to rush around clearing stuff up before Aleemah visited yesterday. She brought with her a DVD of the recently released movie "Horrible Bosses". It was one of those movies that has it's moments, but is otherwise tedious, and not to my taste. Aleemah seemed to like it though. After she had gone home I started eating dinner, supper and assorted snacks. I fear I ate rather more than I should have yesterday, or maybe I compressed all my days eating into half a day. Whatever, I did feel slightly uncomfortable during the evening. One thing that movie did was to inspire a rather disturbing, but also inventive dream. One of the characters in the movie was described as a dental technician. Here in the UK (it was an American movie) he would be more accurately described as a dental nurse, but it was the technician bit that featured in my dream. I don't know if I was out of work in the dream, but I seemed to be going to two job interviews for a technician in a dentists. I remember not having a clue about what I was expected to do beyond some hope that it had something to do with maintenance of the various equipment that dentists use. That dream seemed to fade out before I was actually interviewed, but the dental theme continued in another dream. It was one of those dreams where there is no interaction with anybody in particular. In many ways it was like a day dream where you just consider some possibilities or ideas. This particular idea was that the dentists surgery was several floors up in a building, and that the lift taking patients up to the dentist had two entrances, front and back, like those at certain tube stations. One entrance was from a very plush waiting area. That was for the private patients. The other entrance was from a rather stark unfinished area, perhaps reminiscient of a council tower block, and that entrance was for NHS patients. Once inside the lift, and then from then on, everything was common to both private and NHS patients. It's going to be both good and bad going back to work again after this holiday is over. Last night I was in bed fairly early, and asleep a bit later than would be ideal if today was a work day. I woke up a little in advance of my alarm going off at 5am, or more accurately, I was forcibly woken up early by the sound of claws down my bedroom door by a hungry cat ! Having fed the hungry cat I went back to bed again, and slept for a couple of hours. So far so good, but today I can't think of a thing I want to do, and being back at work would keep me occupied for the day. There are things I could do today, but it is the "want to" that is the sticking point. I could go out and start the gentle process of working off some of the recent excesses with a gentle walk somewhere, but I really don't want to do that by myself under a grey and miserable sky (with the probability of some rain later). I could attempt to start doing something technical. That would be very satisfying should I actually start and achieve anything. I can't think what that would be though. There is one thing I am going to attempt today, and it is a most tedious thing that I have been putting off for ages. I have half a dozen unmarked MiniDV tapes that I ought to check to see what's on them, and maybe see if I can do anything with the video that might be creative. I have a strong suspicion that most of the contents will be rubbish, but I may be wrong. In fact I hope I am, but it hurts to stretch my imagination far enough to concieve of a single idea of what I may find on those tapes. |
Monday 26th December 2011 |
13:36 GMT Yesterday remained dull and grey all day, but it was rather mild. Today started with the temperature around 12° C, and this afternoon it is a rather surprising 14° C. There was even some sunshine this morning, but it is now overcast. There is apparently the chance of some drizzle, but it remains dry for now. It was rather odd yesterday. I did very little except eat too much, and yet the time seemed to fly by. I was expecting to be terribly bored, but somehow I wasn't. Maybe it wasn't just my imagination that I needed a good rest to recover from this that and the other. I thought part of that rest would involve a lot of sleeping, but that was one of the other things I didn't do as well. One thing I did do, though I missed the first 10 - 15 minutes of it, was to watch the special Xmas episode of Dr Who. To keep my review of it simple I'll just say it was, like most of the modern Dr Who, rubbish ! Last night I deliberately left my alarm activated, and it woke me up at 5am as usual. I actually woke up feeling quite refreshed, and it wasn't long before I went out into the darkness for a very short, but very special walk. I had something too large to go in the wheelie bin that I wanted to dispose of, and I thought I had spotted a skip in a nearby street that I was going to secretly use. It wasn't actually there and I had to make "other arrangements". With my nefarious nocturnal activities completed I was soon back in bed. After another hour or two of sleep I woke up feeling almost groggy, or at least less refreshed that I had earlier on. Sometime later the sun began to shine and I gave some serious consideration to going out for a short, but proper walk. Before I did that I thought I really ought to have a shave, shampoo and shower. That left me with wet hair, feeling far fresher, and a bit peckish. Considering all I ate yesterday I should have been feeling that peckish, but I thought I would put something in the oven to cook while I was walking. I thought it might be wise to let my hair dry a bit before venturing out. That was probably a mistake because I found myself distracted looking up some technical stuff on the internet. By the time I had finished following multiple links on the wikipedia pages I was consulting the sun had gone in again, and my lunch was cooked. As I ate my lunch I started to watch a movie. It was an Alfred Hitchcock crime thriller starring several well known faces including Alastair Sim. The movie was "Stage Fright", and the star was that ugly old bat Marlene Dietrich. The other leading lady was Jane Wyman who was far prettier. On the whole it was not a very good movie, but it passed some time. I think the next Alastair Sim movie I watch will be a comedy rather than a drab crime thriller. I have a few ideas of what I should be doing this afternoon, but I don't know just how enthusiastically I'll do them. Possibly the more important is some hoovering. I believe that Aleemah will be visiting tomorrow when public transport should be running again. It would make a nice change not to have to rush around hoovering etc. in the morning trying to make some of the house respectacle as I usually do when she visits. With nothing else of any significance doing I should do that hoovering this afternoon, and yet as I sit here I feel very unenthusiastic about it. |
Monday 19th December 2011 |
07:45 GMT The only thing that seemed to happen to the weather overnight was that it got colder. At 4am it was just 1.2° C, as measured outside the back of the house approx 10ft off the ground. At ground level, and further away from the house, the deep crispy frost suggests that the temperature was in negative figures. It is never going to get anywhere near warm today, but the temperature will rise just enough that the heavy rain forecast for this afternoon will fall as rain instead of snow. Last night I intended to be in bed, and hopefully fast asleep, well before 9pm, but I got a bit distracted. It all started when I wanted to try a bit of dodgy software that I was sure contained some sort of virus, or other nasty. There is a very safe way of doing this, and it involves using a virtual PC. I can't remember when I installed it all, but I have Virtual Box installed on my PC, and also a working copy of Windows 7 installed as a virtual PC on it. The handy thing about a virtual PC is you can clone it, and subject the clone to all sorts of abuse knowing that the original is safe and sound ready to be cloned again for some other fiendish experiment. I tried my dubious software on the virtual PC and it set off all sorts of alarm bells, but it did run, and I was able to copy the output information via a safe plain ascii text file for later use. While I had Virtual Box running I decided to make another virtual PC. This one was to run Fedora Core 16 Linux. It was a distribution of Linux I had never really tried before, and I got curious about it. Sometimes I do stuff, and I wonder why I did it afterwards. In this case what I did was to allow Fedora Core 16 to do a complete update before I had a little play with it. This was stupid. I can't recall if it was 289 or 489 files that needed to be downloaded and installed to bring the installation up to date, but I do know that to just have a quick play with it, to see what it looked and handled like, didn't need any updates. One of the problems with Fedora Linux is that it plays far too safe and omits any stuff that exists in a sort of legal grey area. Most obvious is the codecs needed to play mp3 files. I had to install them manually - which is actually easy enough after a tiny bit of research on the internet. Doing all this stuff meant that time was slipping by, and it was already passed my bedtime before I could explore Fedora Core 16 Linux. So my exploration was briefer than I would have liked, but then again, once you get the logos there are not that many differences between the many Linux distributions. However I did find one huge difference that I can't explain. Having installed the codec to play mp3 files I found that the music played slightly slow. That is very weird, and in some respects should be impossible. I am sure it is some sort of weirdness because it is only a virtual PC. One day I may find out what is going on unless I delete that virtual PC - it was never intended to be used for anything more than an experiment anyway. After not getting to bed until 10pm I should ideally have slept right up to the dot of 5am, but I actually woke up an hour early, and only snatched a tiny bit of sleep after that. When I first woke up it felt like I had very furry lungs, and just like yesterday, it has taken 3 or 4 hours before they settled down. I did have fears that I would end up coughing all the way to work, but it was nowhere near as bad as that. I could wish to feel far better, but compared to how I felt for much of last week, how I feel now is like luxury. I now seem to be firing on one lung instead of misfiring on half a lung, and rushing around didn't seem to be the struggle that I imagined it would be. It may still be a bit weak, but I have my voice back this morning. I couldn't bellow out my usual "Good Morning" as I came into work, but it wasn't far off normal. Last Friday it was more of a hoarse squeak ! I am beginning to think that I might even survive into the new year if I can make some more improvements like I managed this weekend. |
Tuesday 13th December 2011 |
19:05 GMT Yesterday stayed cold and sunny until sunset. Sometime after sunset the wind got a lot stronger, and the cloud built up. During the night there was a lot of rain. It had stopped here in Catford as I left home to go to work, but my train passed through a heavy downpour around the Clapham Junction area. At Earlsfield there was just one splash of rain as the wind blew the very last fringes of falling rain towards us. Apart from that my walk from the station to work was done in the dry, and there has been no rain since. Once again it has been a fairly sunny day, but any hint of warmth from the sun has been whisked away by a strong cold breeze. I felt very tired by the time I left work yesterday to come home. Fortunately the fresh air, and a bit of walking refreshed me a bit because my normal train was cancelled, and I had an extra 20 minute wait on the platform at Waterloo East for the next one. I can't say I was too happy about that, but I still found the energy and patience to call in at Tesco on the way home. For dinner last night I tried Lamb Rogan Jhosh from Tesco's ready meals range. I have to admit that for a supermarket ready meal it was a very close approximation to the real thing. The same was true of a chicken korma I had tonight. As well as a couple of spare boxes of tissues, I also wanted to get more blueberries for their alleged goodness for those, like me, suffering from a cold. I had some other stuff last night and didn't eat any of those blueberries, but I have had a pile of them tonight. I tried to get to bed very early last night, but I got delayed researching and writing a long email. I was still able to get to bed a little early. I had no trouble getting to sleep, and I was hoping that I would get a good nights sleep. For the first 4 or 5 hours I did sleep well, but then I woke up feeling very clogged up. The feeling wouldn't go away so I decided to get up for a bit. Eventually I managed to cough up something the size of an aardvark, and a little later I blew several gallons of unpleasantness out of my nose. After both of thise things I began to be able to breathe normally. It took some time to get to sleep again even after that, and I only slept for about an hour, maybe 90 minutes, before it was time to get up again for real. I did feel very rough, and the feeling never totally went away even when I was at work. The main problem now is mostly sleep deprivation. Today my throat has been more tickly than anything else. Much of the mucus that troubled me earlier seems to have dried up now - except that as it has become drier it has also become more sticky, and hence harder to shift when it does cause problems. I was only slightly early to work today, but it was lucky I was early at all. SouthWest Trains had some problems this morning, and loads of trains were delayed or cancelled. I was actually lucky and the train I boarded left for Earlsfield at more or less normal speed, and within a few minutes of getting on it. Being as it was the first train to run for some time, and with many more after it showing as cancelled, it did get extremely full by Clapham Junction, but apart from that my journey turned out to be little different to normal. Had I missed that train it could have been a very, very different story according to what I heard on the BBC news tonight. (More from The Metro here). In fact my only delay in getting to work was stopping to use a cash machine on the way there. It is just as well I wasn't delayed because I had an important job to do first thing in the morning. It didn't take long to finish, but afterwards I couldn't be bothered to write anything here until this evening. Very soon now I will be in bed. I am not confident that I will get a good nights sleep tonight, but I am crossing my fingers that I can get at least 6 hours tonight. 8 would be even better, and if I could brush my teeth, get into bed, and be asleep all within the next four minutes I could potentially get a much needed 9 hours. To do so would be a miracle, and realistically the best I could ever hope for is still 8 hours if my lungs, throat and nose could possibly be well behaved tonight. I fear it will only be 5 or 6 though. Oh well, there's always tomorrow night. |
Thursday 8th December 2011 |
17:45 GMT It's hard to really comment about the weather when you haven't really experienced it. For instance I find it hard to believe that my thermometer is saying it is 12.7° C outside right now. For the first time since coming home at lunchtime on Monday I actually went outside the house this morning. It was a matter of neccessity rather than pleasure, and something I said I would try and do yesterday, but didn't. I needed some soft drinks, some sort of treat, and I thought a spare box of tissues might be handy. To get these things I only needed to go the hundred yards, or so, up the road to the corner shop. Prior to that it was also the first time I had showered and shaved properly since Monday morning (though I did have a quick rinse under the shower on Tuesday morning). When I first stepped out the door it didn't feel any colder than I expected. It was quite dull outside, and it felt like there was some light rain in the wind - perhaps a sign of things to come. I think there may have been a very light shower once or twice today, but nothing of any significance. I had allowed myself to settle down for some time between showering and going out, and I was feeling OK. I walked towards the shop at an unhurried, but not slow pace. Maybe I should have taken it unnaturally slowly because I was wheezing and burbling like Darth Vader when I entered the shop. When I had bought my stuff I had two conflicting ideas. One was that I should set a very moderate pace when walking home, the other was that I wanted to get home, and into the warm as soon as possible. I probably ended up walking at the same speed as I had walked there. It was nice to get indoors again, although strangely enough I was breathing easier than I had been when I arrived at the shop. Maybe I actually need(ed) some fresh air and exercise to exorcise this bug. That feeling better turned out to be a false alarm though. The treat I had bought for myself was a Cadburys gold Whispa bar. As soon as I started to eat it the intense sweetness, and the clingyness of the chocolate irritated my throat to the point where I wondered if I would ever be able to breathe again ! I'm obviously a masochist because I refused to give up on the chocolate. I would munch on the bar mouthful by mouthful waiting until I was almost turning blue before flushing my throat with huge gulps of Diet Coke. The reason for the treat, if I haven't mentioned it before, was that, incredibly, I have lost my appetite. Yesterday I roasted a pack of six chicken thighs along with some sweet potatoes (diced to about the same size as the chicken). On a good (or foolish) day I could almost have thought of it as a big snack. The reality is that I had two pieces of chicken, and two bits of sweet potato and considered myself to have eaten enough for lunch. I had two more later in the evening, and the last two for lunch today. If I could eat like that everyday I would fade away (or at least get a bit thinner). I'm not really planning on having any dinner tonight, but I am occasionally munching on some mixed fruit and nuts (once again a bag lasting ten times longer than would be usual). This is all some measure of how ill I must be. Like yesterday, I have been looking for any obvious hints that I am recovering. Once again there have been no dramatic changes, but a very slow lessening of some of the worst bits. Most noticeable is my reduced tissue consumption. Unless something like a violent outbreak of coughing causes my eyes to water, my nose is now running mostly dry. It may be that I am managing the impulse to cough uncontrollably whenever a large lump of sticky mucus creeps up my windpipe to tickle my throat, or it is happening a bit less recently (but not when I am actually writing about it !!). In consequence my strained chest and stomach muscles are less painful now. I don't think there is any way that I am going to feel fit enough to attempt to go to work tomorrow (and that is genuine and not just because it is a Friday), but if I can finally get more than a few hours sleep tonight I think I will feel that I am well on the way to recovery. I am not sure how I am still functioning on so little sleep. It's probably because I know I can try for more sleep at any time I choose, and in that I have some success. I had a long nap this afternoon before I choked my way back to consciousness. I am unsure how long "long" actually was, but I think it was over an hour, and that is a record length sleep for me in the last few days. Perhaps with the aid of some product from a distillery (but not too much) I will be able to sleep non stop for a few hours tonight, and hopefully do that several times through the night ( 10 hours non stop would be absolute heaven). It was just a bit later than this last night that I got the urge to write some more about how I was feeling. Reading it back today I find it hard to distinguish the style of writing between booze and sleep deprivation. I think it is different to my usual style here, but maybe I'll read this back tomorrow and it will read back like my supplement. The difference will be that it is definitely only as I write this paragraph that any booze has been involved. It is a curious writing style, but you can read yesterdays supplement here. |
Saturday 3rd December 2011 |
21:15 GMT I'm sure that yesterday was not as cold as the forecast suggested it would be. It was cold, but not that cold. The sunshine lasted up until around lunchtime. After that it became increasingly cloudy. During the evening there were a few light showers, and heavier showers during the night. I'm not sure when the rain stopped, but it must have been around 8am. The rest of today has been dry, and there were periods of sunshine during the afternoon. I don't know what the highest temperature was today, but as I write this it is 8.7° C outside. I felt dreadfully tired when I got home from work last night. It was touch and go as to whether I would go out to see Chain playing in Greenwich. I had a very light dinner, and psyched myself up to face going out in the cold and dark, and the two buses I would need to take to get to the gig. Even after that I still didn't know if I would give in and just vegetate at home instead. Then I got a text message from Jo offering me a lift to the gig. After such a generous offer I could hardly wimp out, and ended up having a good night out. The Crown in Trafalgar Road, Greenwich, is a very traditionally fitted out pub that I may have visited once back when I was almost a teenager (or indeed when I was a teenager), but couldn't remember, and one that no one from Chain had ever visited. So it was a bit of an unknown quantity when we arrived. My first impression, and maybe lasting impression was that it was full of "Jack the lads"/football supporter types. I was a bit uncomfortable with that, but ultimately everyone seemed friendly and enjoyed the gig. One of the highlights of the night was that the pub had Theakstons "Old Peculiar" on tap. I confess that I don't enjoy it quite as much as I once used to, but it is still very good, and certainly good enough to get me quite drunk ! The other highlight was that Jo got out her Thunder Tube. It is a sort of instrument that produces, as it's name implies, the sound of thunder if used to it's full extent, or a more delicate sound if used delicately. Of course the real significance of it is that she uses it while singing "A Whole Lotta Love" - a wonderful song that has been absent from their set list for far too long until last night. Jo
and her Thunder Tube
I
took a surprising amount of pictures last night. Some of the reason was
I was having some trouble with my camera. For some reason it seemed to
keep switching to close up mode and losing focus. It may be that I was
misoperating it in some way because I was getting rather drunk after a
few pints of Old Peculiar. Being drunk may be another reason why I took
so many pictures. Fortunately, having taken so many, there were many
pictures that came out quite well.
I wondered if Chain would use the fairy lights I gave them at Petts Wood again, and they did. Like some of the pictures from Petts Wood, I added a little sparkle to the picture above. One surprise for the evening was that Matt was sitting in for Guy on the drums. It was perhaps a bigger surprise to see that he had grown a moustache since the last time I saw him (although he tells me he had started on it before playing at Petts Wood last month). I was rather pleased to get this picture catching him in dynamic drumstick wielding mode ! One trouble with The Crown is that it is a long thin pub, and the "stage" area is at the side of the pub at the rear. It meant that it was quite congested near the band, and many people had no chance of actually seeing them play. It is perhaps fortunate that I managed to get one reasonable video of them that I hope to process for uploading tomorrow. I used my new Sony Handycam to record it, and unlike at Petts Wood, there was just sufficient lighting to get passable pictures from it. Even more remarkable is that my drunken camera work is a lot better than I imagined it would be. The sound is a lot better than my JVC camcorder manages as well. I was 00:45 am when Jo and Chris dropped me off nere the fried chicken shop where I bought a pile of hot wings to supplement they meagre dinner I had eaten earlier. I was sufficiently drunk to not remember what I watched on TV as I munched my way through those hot wings. Either that, and equally as likely, was that whatever I watched was so bland as to be instantly forgettable. I do know that it was close to 2 am when I turned the light out and fell asleep very quickly. I woke up a couple of hours later with an agonsising hang over, but after a wee I managed to get back to sleep again. When I woke up again around 8 am the worst of the pain had gone, but I still felt very "bleurgghhhh". It was a real triumph of mind over matter that I managed to wash, dress and get some housework done before meeting Aleemah at the station just before 10:30. As usual we went to the pub for breakfast. Aleemah had her usual vegetarian breakfast, and with some trepidation I had two halves of seasonal Xmas ale. Fortunately both were pleasant, but as "hair of the dog" they did little to cure the continuing sluggishness that I felt. After Aleemah went home again I had some late lunch, and then did very little for the next few hours. Since then I've edited some of last nights photos, and done two loads of laundry. The next thing I should do now is to go to bed. It is well late enough, but ironically, after feeling tired for much of the day, I now feel rather wide awake. Maybe I'll do a bit of video editing, or maybe I'll try reading in bed, or...................????????????? |
Thursday 1st December 2011 |
08:00 GMT The forecast was for some sunshine yesterday.....and there was some. The sun came out once for a few minutes, and then again a bit later, but it was not actually visible from where I was standing that second time. Where I was standing it was lightly raining, but the sun did manage to light up a feint rainbow. The light showers of fine rain continued on and off for much of the afternoon, and on the whole it was a rather gloomy day. Today promises to be worse. The forecast is for showers all day. There is supposed to be rain even now, but although the sky is very leaden, and there was rain during the night, there is no actual rain falling now. Perhaps less rain will fall than predicted, but that still doesn't stop it being a dull, gloomy, lifeless sort of day. Talking of lifeless. As my train pulled into Earlsfield station I couldn't help but notice that half a dozen or so graves in the adjacent cemetary had candles lit on them. They didn't seem very flickery, and may have been electronic candles. I have noticed this before on dark morning, and I am left wondering what it is all about. I presume there are still people around who are so remarkably primitive that they think that think that the candles will guide the souls of the dead back to their bodies. Even if I were to believe in the existence of souls, I can't think why they would want to return to a cold, decaying, maggot ridden body. When I die you can chuck my body in the river and let nature take it's course. Then if anyone is so unenlightened that they need a memorial they can chalk "Bill, woz 'ere" on some convenient wall I might have passed once. My memorial will actually just be a few pages remembered on the wayback machine for once I die my server, that serves these pages, will inevitably die with me. I really can't remember if I ate a lot or little last night. It was presumably a lot considering that I did some shopping in Tesco on the way home from work last night. I treated myself to some hot cooked chicken, and I treated Smudge to some as well. I also ate some "traditional pumpkin pie" that I found on the reduced price counter. I've never tried pumpkin pie before, or at least I can't remember trying it before, so last night was an interesting experiment. The result of that experiment was that I concluded that it was ok - not good, not bad, but completely forgettable. Tonights dinner could be good, or it could be bad. It is basically a stew with lamb heart as the core ingredient. As well as some new potatoes, shallots, and green beans, I am trying out another thing for what I believe may be the first time. I noticed a fennel with a half price sticker on it last night, and thought I would buy it. I am aware that it has a mild liquorice taste, and I think I have eaten in, or with something, somewhere, before, but as far as I am aware I have never cooked with it before. I am unsure how to prepare it, and cook it in any conventional sense. I just trimmed off where the root was attached, and trimmed it back a little where the top(s) had been cut off where it had been prepared for sale. Then I just diced it up into big lumps and threw those in the pot with the other ingredients. Now I just hope that cooking it doesn't give it some sort of unpleasant texture, and that the flavour goes well with lamb heart, although I can't help but think it would go better with pork. |