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My Diary/Blog For the Month of July 2012 |
Tuesday 24th July 2012 |
07:48 BST Yesterday was more like a summers day should be. It was dry, the sky was blue, the sun was hot and bright, and the temperature ended up around 27° C. Today has started where yesterday left off, but the temperature dropped to 16° C overnight. By the end of today we should see the temperature nudging 30° C ! Either today, or tomorrow could be the hottest day of the year. Although I am not suffering from some illness, probably unknown to medical science on human planets, like I was last week, I still didn't feel all that wonderful yesterday. I had a mild, but still annoying, backache, and whatever muscle it might be that runs from the right buttock down to just above the back of the right knee felt stiff and sore. Plus my stupid inability to get a decent nights sleep on Sunday night left me wanting to lie down and snooze. None of these things prevented me doing anything, but it would have been nice to enjoy the sunshine without the discomfort. When I was able I did trying baking some of the uncomfortable parts in the hot sun, and that helped a lot. I guess I just have to dry myself out after all the damp weather we've had. It was nice to get home last night so I could relax, but maybe I relaxed a little too much. In my relaxed state I ended up eating far too much. The problem was that I had three close to stale mini French sticks in the fridge. After wasting some in the past I was determined not to just throw them away just because they were a little dry. So I wet two of them under running water and put them in the oven along with the chicken, potato, leek and bacon ready meal that was to be my main meal. Re-cooking those rolls worked well. The first I had with some olive oil, tomatoes and some dried basil. It was very tasty. The second, which I may have overcooked, I crumbled into the ready meal (which was like a stew). That worked very well as well. I did have some other stuff, including a bit of ice cream, but it was those two mini French batons (sticks, or whatever they are called) that broke the camels back. I was in bed reading very soon after 8pm, and if it were not for a phone call that came through just as I was about to turn off the light, I might have been asleep soon after 8.30pm. In the end I think it was probably around 9.15pm when I dropped off to sleep. I think I slept well until 2.20am when I woke up. It might have been because I heard strange noises from the road outside. When I looked out of the window I saw a couple of men apparently checking all the water stopcocks/water meters down the road. I suppose if they were checking for leaks it was a good time to do it when hardly anyone would be using any water, but I've never seen, or heard, of anything like it before. After that I only slept intermittently until nearly 4am. From then on I slept soundly, and if my alarm hadn't sounded at 5am I might even have been asleep now. I remember a bit of one dream from sometime in the night. It was like a microcosm of the real world. In this dream I bumped into Boris Johnson, Mayor of London, in a bar or pub. He promised me that he would buy me a beer, but that beer never came - typical politicians promise !!! It's difficult to tell reality from imagination sometimes. No, I don't mean imagining what politicians ought to do compared with what they do in reality. I'm merely talking about how I feel. I don't feel that wonderful this morning. I can attribute some of it to overeating last night, and some of it to getting less than 8 hours beauty sleep, but how much is just the stress of coming to work on a brilliant sunny day when I would prefer a few extra hours in bed, and than a nice walk under the burning sun. Although it should be the case, I don't think it has much to do with work aversion at all. If anything I feel slightly better now I am at work, but that is not terribly unusual. So what's wrong? It's nothing very specific. It's very much like how you might feel for the first second after waking up, but stretched to last a few hours. There's the trauma of switching back to reality after what often feels like a far preferable universe to live in. Then there's the difficulty of waking up unused muscles, nerves, eyeballs, and a digestive system that's been in standby for hours. In fact it's like rebooting a tired old Windows PC. It struggles and creaks, and often seems to be teetering on the very brink of the blue screen of death. Eventually the desktop comes up, but it's still a long wait before you can do anything with it, and today that wait seems like it is the longest ever. I hope that if I can manage to take a few precautions today, I can wake up, and feel a lot better much faster tomorrow. I'm taking tomorrow, and Thursday off work with the intention of trying to get a bit of exercise in. If all goes to plan I will actually be recovering rather than exercising on Thursday. I've managed to persuade an old mate of mine, who is currently doing an unusual amount of exercise, to come for a long ramble with me tomorrow. Assuming I feel alive enough to tackle it, it is going to be a big one ! My plan is to head to Winchelsea station, and then walk through Winchelsea towards the sea. At the sea we'll walk towards Rye Harbour, and then into Rye for the train home. The last time I did a similar walk to this in June 2010 it was 8.75 miles, but my new route, should I survive it, will miss out Camber Castle, but add a good couple of miles to the total distance. It will be a great advantage having a friend with me. By myself I would probably want to finish it as soon as possible, but with a friend we can stop and have a rest half way (if we need it). Maybe I won't get quite so knackered that way. Last night I dug out some more old photos. The following four photos are of the band that my old workmate Phil Richards played in. I can't remember the name of the band, or of any of his band mates. I do remember that the gig was in The Greyhound pub near to Sydenham station in SE London. I can't remember the year, but I am sure it would have been 1980 plus or minus a few years. I can't even remember what they played, but I do have a very faint recollection of it being in summer, and the backroom where they played being like a sauna ! Phip Richards is wearing the flat cap. |
Sunday 22nd July 2012 |
11:54 BST There were a few times when it looked as if it might rain, but it stayed dry, and quite often sunny too, yesterday. I'm not sure what the top temperature was, but it was more warm than hot. Today has started off very nicely. There are white fluffy clouds in the sky, but most of the time it is sunny. It's currently just over 20° C, and by the end of the afternoon it could easily be three or four degrees higher. My enthusiasm for housework ran out after I had done a pile of laundry, and hoovered the living room. It's probably more than I might have imagined I would do a few days earlier. One of the great things about the current spell of weather is that my washing is drying a lot faster than it was when it was all wet and miserable. I was quite amazed that my favourite gig shirt was dry enough by late afternoon to wear. On the whole I was feeling rather good yesterday. Maybe I could have wished for more, but compared to last week it was luxury. My stamina waned shortly before I was due to go out to see The Jo Bangles Band play at Chattfest, but once I got moving I got some second wind. They only played a 30 - 40 minute set, with all material drawn from the Chain set rather than anything new, but it was still very enjoyable. Just like last year (when they played as Chain) they "borrowed" another young looking drummer. This is Ravi (if I have spelled his name correctly). He is one of three bass players that Jo Bangles will be using for gigs. Jo Bangles herself - aka Jo Corteen. For some reason I kept losing
Chris in the crowd when he wasn't on stage. Wearing a white shirt,
instead of his usual black shirt, seemed to make him invisible for some
strange reason.
I think this chap is called Hippy. He is the lead singer from the band on after Jo Bangles - The Swamp City Shakers. Technically, The Swamp
City
Shakers were very good, with an excellent front man (who probably
attracts girls the same way my cat's litter tray attracts flies - not
that I'm jealous - much !). The only problem is that I hated everything
they did except for one excellent cover of Deep Purple's "Hush".
After watching The Swamp City Shakers I said my goodbyes and headed for home. It was quite early when I arrived back in Catford. It was a bit before 9pm, and Aldi were still open when I went past. If I had some bags I could almost have done my shopping last night. I did contemplate shopping for some chicken and chips, but decided that what I really wanted was a pizza. I'm not sure why I decided I wanted pizza - normally I am not a great fan of them, but last night I wanted a seafood one, and it had to have anchovies on it. I ordered one online together with a few other bits and pieces. I munched that while watching some of the film "Space Cowboys" on one of the Freeview channels. It was the only thing worth watching - pretty poor for a Saturday night. After that I went to bed. It must have been a little before 11pm, and I fell asleep almost instantly. I slept quite well, but did wake up once in the small hours with a frog in my throat that took some effort to clear. I then woke up again at around my normal weekday time of 5am. It was then that I made a fatal mistake - I started thinking - and from then on I couldn't shut my brain down again, and sice then I have had very little sleep. Maybe I'll make up for it sometime this afternoon. I wasn't feeling that wonderful this morning. As well as feeling cheated of sleep, I also had a bit of a stomach ache. It was very mild, but annoying. I blame it on the pizza for no other reason than that I can. Nevertheless, I felt OK to go out to Aldi to get my shopping at 11am (their opening time on a Sunday). I bought loads of crap, and the total load was mighty heavy ! I had a big bag of cat litter, three two litre bottles of diet cola, four bottles of pear and strawberry cider, and other weighty stuff. I felt exhausted by the time I had lugged that lot home. With the weather being rather excellent today it would have been nice to go for a ramble in the country, but what with the mild stomach ache, and my exhausting shopping trip, I can't see that happening now. Maybe if my stomach hadn't felt volatile I might have gone out a lot earlier, and done my shopping later today. Now I think I am going to have a lazy afternoon, and if I can add a bit more sleep to my repetoire it might not be such a bad idea. There was on other thing I did last night while waiting for my pizza delivery, and that was digging out an old photo to scan into my computer. There was a musician at
Chattfest who reminded me of the person on the right of the above
picture - although having checked the picture I am not sure what the
resemblance was. These two guys are Colin Bartliff (left) and Phil
Richards (right) and I used to work with them in Rushey Green telephone
exchange back in the 1980s. As far as I am aware Colin was never in a
band, but Phil was briefly. I wonder if they still play their guitars,
and play in any bands.
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Friday 20th July 2012 |
08:13 BST I'm sure it rained yesterday, but I can't remember when. What I do remember is that by the time I left work the clouds had thinned right out again, and the sun was shining. I think it was 22° C when I arrived home, and that was higher than forecast. This morning the temperature had dropped to just a bit under 16° C and the sky was bright but cloudy. It felt like the start of a fine day, and maybe today will be fine. The pessimistic view of the weather forecast says it will be cooler than yesterday, and that there will be a few more passing showers. I felt really tired when I got home from work last night. During the day there was more than one occasion when I fell fast asleep at my desk. The bad nights I've been having are really taking their toll on me. During the all too brief evening I hardly coughed at all, but as soon as I got into bed at the unfashionable hour of about 7.45pm, and lay down, my throat developed an unquenchable tickle, and I ended up coughing so hard I couldn't get to sleep. When I finally managed to get to sleep properly I only slept for something like 4 hours before I started to wake up frequently to clear my throat. I look forward to tonight when I can have a couple of drinks to help me get to sleep, and I look forward to tomorrow morning when I can go back to bed if I feel I need more sleep (which is almost inevitable). In the all too brief time between getting home, and going to bed, I managed to achieve a couple of chores. I went home via Tesco and bought lots of lovely food - which I ate far too much of. Which in turn might have made getting to sleep harder. More importantly I emptied Smudge's litter tray. Finally I edited up a couple of pictures from Wednesday night's gig in The Catford Ram. In the above picture Jo is singing "Black Velvet" which is about Elvis Presley. Is it possible that a hint of Elvis's ghost is almost making Jo's lip curl in his trademark style ? This is Dave - one of three bass players that Jo can choose from in her band. It looks like Matt Sharp is in agony as he gives it his all while playing drums. If I ever learn to play guitar in a competent manner, and move on to electric guitar, I guess I'll have to learn this pose ! (The pose that Chris Mayer on the right is pulling, and not that of Jo Corteen on the left). I
think my main task for today
is to try and not fall asleep here at work. Well, not too much, or for
too long. Once I get home from work my main task is to do whatever I
please ! I was considering getting a nice takeaway for tonight, but I
think my bank account is getting too low for such luxuries. What's more
likely is that I'll stay up a bit later tonight to allow myself time to
down some booze - not too much, but enough to get me off to sleep
quickly enough that I forget to keep myself awake coughing. With the
cough being the final remaining symptom of the my recent cold, and even
that getting better day by day, is it too much to hope that I'll get a
full 8 hours of decent sleeptonight ? I hope I do get that, and
preferably even more because if I choose it to be, tomorrow could
potentially be a busy day.
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Sunday 1st July 2012 |
11:52 BST So "flaming June" is now over, and it hasn't exactly been flaming ! Yesterday was pleasant enough, and very grudgingly I might admit that it was probably about average for a June day. It was warm, but not hot, there was quite a lot of sunshine, and although there were plenty of great big, and sometimes grey clouds drifting around the sky, it didn't rain. Today has started off in a similar way, but the cracks could start appearing later this afternoon when we might catch a shower or two. The forecast for tomorrow remains the same - rain, and possibly lots of it ! I was very lazy yesterday afternoon, and passed the time either on the internet, or laying on my bed reading. At 5pm I shook myself out of that frame of mind, and started to get ready to go out. I had another shower, this time with a non genital tingling shower gel, and then laid down again while I cooled off after the hot shower. A bit later I got dressed for the evening, and at 7pm I was just getting on the bus for the 44 minute ride to The Crown Inn at Leaves Green. I thought I would get to the pub in
plenty of time to help Jo and Chris carry their gear into the pub, but
when I got there everything was already inside, and the P.A. speakers
were up on their mounts.
Now that was a shame because I really wanted to lend a hand because I owe them a lot, and last night most definitely so. It was at the gig that I picked my my guitar (pictured left) from Jo. My sense of debt increased even further when I was also given a couple of plectrums, and a little bit later still when Chris gave me his spare bottleneck (used for playing slide guitar). I think Chris was being a bit premature there - one day I might learn to use it, but I think I had better try and learn a few ordinary notes first ! It was a very enjoyable evening, and even the last 15 minutes of the bus ride was enjoyable. It is tedious going to, and through Bromley, but once the bus gets out the other side it manages to build up a bit of speed, and the views from the top deck out across the countryside are very pleasant. The one peculiar thing about last night that was almost predictable, but didn't spoil a thing, was that although billed as a Jo Bangles gig it was 100% identical to a Chain gig - same songs, same musicians ! One thing that was a bit different, and presumably this was down to the pub landlord, was that the gig ended a little earlier that I expected at about 11.30pm. I wasn't expecting that, and combined with a bit of bravado in staying until the very last bus was due, I managed to see the whole gig, and had just enough time to say a few goodbyes (although there was still not time to seek everyone out). I guess I arrived home at around half past midnight, and after some snacking I was in bed, and fast asleep at maybe 1.30am this morning. I slept well, but woke up much too early again. Ideally I should have not woken up until at least 9am. I think it was around 5.30am when I first woke up. I tried for more sleep, and probably got another hour or so, but it was not quality sleep. I can see myself pegging out by early evening unless I get some sleep in this afternoon - and that may be difficult. This afternoon I should be going to another Jo Bangles/Chain gig in Orpington. The gig starts nice and early at 3pm, but I am already having doubts about whether I'll go today. There are three things that put me off. The first is that I am already starting to feel a bit tired, and I would need to leave in just over an hours time (to my surprise it is almost 1pm as I write these words). The second is that it's a bit of a gutty journey to the gig - two trains and a bus to get there, and the same to get back, or a horrendous 90+ minute journey on one bus. The third and last reason is that I have a new toy to play with. That is, of course, my new guitar. I feel impatient to start experimenting with it. |