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My Diary/Blog For the Month of April 2013 |
Monday 29th April 2013 |
08:39 BST There was frost on the lower roof of my house yesterday morning. Fortunately the sun is getting quite strong now, and it didn't take long to raise the temperature to a more comfortable 12 or 13° C, but that was about the best it could manage. It was mild without actually being warm. If the sunshine had been more continuous it may have actually got warm, but the sun kept ducking behind clouds. I noticed what looked like rain drops on cars as I walked to the station this morning - suggesting there could have been a shower last night, but since daybreak the sky has been either clear, or with thin broken clouds letting a lot of sunshine in. The forecast for today suggests the temperature will peak at around 13 or 14° C, but looking at the sky right now, with hardly a cloud in sight, I am wondering if the temperature could get even higher - maybe 16 or 17° C. One feature of mid evening on Saturday was rain - copious amounts of it at times ! That was one of the reasons I didn't go out on Saturday night. I thought all that cold and wet would have a bad effect on my back after I pulled a muscle while shopping earlier in the day. There was one other reason, and that was constipation. It wasn't really uncomfortable, but noticeable enough to deter me from going out. So I stayed in, and another day passed without beer. After a beer famine lasting the whole week I finally had a pint and a half early(ish) yesterday morning when I went to the pub with Aleemah so she could have her traditional vegetarian breakfast in there. After that we watched the movie "Chatroom", and I have to say I thought it was a bit rubbish ! Aleemah didn't go home until about 3pm, and that didn't leave me much time to prepare for the evening. As soon as Aleemah left I rustled up some breakfast/dinner. I had a big spicy smoked sausage with a pile of salad, and lashings a generous dollop of chilli flavoured mayonaise. It seemed one of the more innocent choices I could select considering I had a little less that 3 hours to let it settle before going out. Ideally I would have preferred to have eaten at least 5 or 6 hours before going out. Maybe if "going out" meant more than going round the corner (figuratively speaking) to The Catford Ram. It was another open mic session last night, and this week was worse than the previous week, and getting close to a farce. There were hardly any musicians there at the start. Warren, the organiser, was obviously there, and he is a drummer. There was also the same bass player who had been there on the two previous occasions, and for a while that was all. The next players to turn up were the dreaded steel drum mob. It may have been while they were still setting up that Paul Gunn arrived. He is Chain's alternate drummer, and later on, towards the end, he did get up on stage, and played along with the others. At one point during the evening there was a four piece reggae band featuring a young woman on keyboards, and a young woman singer. I mention that they were both young because the songs they covered were possibly older than they were. I am not a fan of reggae, but I have to admit they were pretty good, and three cheers for them not going down the excretable rap and/or drum and bass route that they could have got lured into. After the three gospel singers (well they look like part of the halleluha brigade) had done their best to emulate Tamla Motown singers, and done it passably well, Paul Gunn went up to play the drums. It was near the end of the gig, and like previous weeks, it becomes more of a jam session. By this time an electric acoustic player had turned up, and we finally had some guitar sounds. There was also a harmonica player who had tried to contribute to a few things earlier. The next 20 minutes of music was a sort of jazz-blues or blues-jazz mixture/medley - and it sounded rather good. When Paul stepped down another drummer stepped up, and one of the songs they jammed through was Whiter Shade Of Pale. It had worked well the week before, but last night someone tried to sing to it, and completely massacred the song ! It was worth going last night just to remind myself that my singing is not the worst in the world - second worst maybe, but definitely not the worst. I can remember at least a quarter of the words to the song, and I can even get 1 note in 5 closer than an octave to the right note - and that's better than the useless git last night ! I didn't think that I had drunk all that much last night, but when I got home I felt ravenously hungry. I ended up eating two 300 calorie, healthy steamed meals, and then still had the munchies while I stayed up stupidly late watching a film on TV. It was gone midnight when I got into bed, and if I was asleep by half past midnight I would be quite surprised. If I am lucky I got a bit more than 4 hours sleep last night. I don't feel too bad about the lack of sleep ----- yet, but I feel that the afternoon is going to seem like it's going on forever as I wait to go home from work, and prepare to try for an early night tonight. Maybe I've been too concerned about another problem to feel tired (although every time I type the word tired I start to feel it more and more !). This morning I needed to make calls at Waterloo and Clapham Junction station toilets to stay comfortable, and you don't use the toilets at Clapham Junction unless you really need to ! |
Tuesday 16th April 2013 |
08:38 BST It took it's time changing, but yesterday ended up as a fine day. It must have been early afternoon before the clouds really broke up, and it was bright and sunny until sunset. I never got a chance to check the temperature, but even at midnight it felt like it could still have been 15° C, and maybe it was a degree or two higher at the peak. This morning it was about 10° C and very overcast with at least one short period of light drizzle. The clouds look like they are breaking up now, and hopefully today will end up as good as yesterday. As I had planned, I went straight from work to The Hope And Anchor pub in Charlton to watch Jo Bangles, otherwise known as Jo Corteen and Chris Mayer from Chain, doing an (electro) acoustic gig. Getting to the pub was less traumatic than I thought. I followed my normal route home as far as Waterloo East station where I caught a train to Charlton 10 minutes earlier than my usual train to Catford. I was concerned about the length of the walk from the station to the pub, but during the afternoon a consultation with Google maps showed it to be only a little bit further than the walk from Earlsfield station to work - and I manage that most mornings without dropping dead. It was an excellent evening, and with hindsight it went on far too long for reasons I'll explain later. Watching Jo an Chris play is always a pleasure, but there was more. There were a couple of other singers who did guest spots. Paul, the landlord of the pub did some karaoke during the interval. He is an excelent singer - it's just a shame he chose some bloody awful songs to sing to. Liz was at the pub, and she went up and sung along to a couple of songs with Jo and Chris. One other guest was Brian from the band Life Of Brian which was the band that Chain's drummer Paul Gunn used to play with. Finally there was the pub itself and the views along the river. Both were rather good. One of the views from outside the pub - a police helicopter hovering over the river. The City Of Westminster - a suction dredger (more info here) Sunset looking towards the O2 dome and Canary Wharf a group photo taken at the end of the gig - taken by Jo using my camera. (There is a similar one which I took with Jo in the picture, but I've run out of time to edit it for display today) I had assumed that the
gig
would be over by, or before, 8pm, but I think it was possibly past 9pm
before we left the pub, and Jo and Chris drove me and Kevin back to
Catford. We were dropped off in the middle of Catford, and because I
had already drunk a lot of beer and found the idea of a toilet rather
appealing, I quickly agreed with Kevin's suggestion that we call in at
the Wetherspoons pub for a "swift half". That swift half turned into
two pints and a double scotch !
The bar staff had started to clear up when we left the pub. So it must have been near midnight, and I was definitely feeling drunk enough to go home via the fried chicken shop. I managed to restrict myself to a portion of grilled wings and a portion of chips instead of just asking an awful lot more. Then I staggered home to eat it. I lost all track of time from virtually the moment I had arrived at the pub, and I had even less idea of what the time was when I went to bed, but I think it must have been close to 1am ! It came as a horrible shock when my alarm went off at 5am. I woke up feeling dreadful, and probably still drunk. I couldn't get myself ready to get my normal train, and I ended up getting a train half an hour later. There was no problem with that apart from having to pay the full peak time fare instead of the off peak fare that I normally pay because I get to the station before 6.30am. I felt bloody horrible as I walked to the station, and although it was quite cool this morning, I was sweating quite frequently as I made my way painfully to work. I've been at work for two hours now, and my hangover is slowly wearing off, but what won't wear off is the effects of my lack of sleep. I've already had to correct many spelling mistakes, and even missing words in the preceeding paragraphs. I'm sure there are probably many I've still missed. My master plan for today is to hope that the work day doesn't seem so long, and then, once I get home, to get to bed as early as possible ! |
Sunday 7th April 2013 |
14:11 BST I'm not so sure that yesterday cooled down as quickly as the forecast suggested it might, and I'm not even sure that the temperature went into minus figures at all. The first temperature I noted was around 3° C. I can't even remember what time that was, but I'm sure it wasn't too long after sunrise. I'm sorry I didn't actually see sunrise this morning because it might have been very pleasant. The sky would have been, and still is very clear. Right now the sun is blazing down, and the mercury has hit 10° C. That is still not exactly warm, but it crosses some sort of threshold and that makes all the difference. Tomorrow is forecast to not quite reach 10° C, but it will probably be close. There may be less sunshine, but it should be bright. I didn't go out last night, but still had a pleasant time doing nothing of any significance. I almost managed to avoid eating any more than my over large dinner, but failed - although I didn't eat that much in the evening. Maybe it was that little extra to eat, or maybe it was just the season or something, but I found it quite hard to get relaxed to go to sleep. I'm not sure just when it was that I fell asleep, but I guess it was around midnight, or maybe a bit later. Even when I did sleep it wasn't quality sleep, and I woke up, and got up for a while before sunrise. Then I got back in bed and seemed to sleep rather well until something like 9.30am. I had an experimaental breakfast this morning. I tried cooking some potato waffles in the electric grill. They would have been many times better if fried in dripping, but they weren't bad. I had them with some baked beans and two different ypes of sauce. One type was an Aldi own brand Caribbean flavour tomato sauce. I have to say it was pretty nasty to the extent that I have thrown away the bottle. The other sauce was once again an Aldi own brand tomato sauce, but this time it was chilli flavoured. It wasn't bad, but not a patch on real chilli sauce. Once I had let my breakfast go down I decided to do some hacking and slashing in the back garden. I think I've opened up about another square yard of garden, as well as tidying up some of my hack and slash efforts of last year. Initially it felt a bit cool out there, but it wasn't long ebfore I worked up a light sweat. After I had done all I could manage for the time being I came in and had a hot shower. I felt so warm after that that I decided I would put on a pair of shorts as if it were summer. I am still wearing those shorts now, and up in my upstairs front room, with the sun streaming through the window, it feels quite comfortable apart from a cool draught around the feet. I think I'll change back into long trousers before I do anything else, but it has been a nice reminder of what should be coming sooner or later. The other great thing is that my shorts still seem to fit OK. It's probably wishful thinking, or I am thinking of another pair of shorts, but I sometimes think that they are microscopically looser than I remember them. If I am nott fooling myself, and there is an excellent possibility that I am, it seems a good basis to start getting fit again once the we get a more consistent run of weather slightly better than today. I just hope I can get fit again because that bit of "gardening" totally knackered me ! My arms ached, my knees ached, my back ached and my chest felt tight. i.e. I'm a physical wreck at the moment ! This afternoon I will almost certainly being doing nothing that might contribute to any increase of fitness. I suppose there is a possibility that I might suddenly have a desire for a walk in the park, but I can't feel anything like that coming. What I can feel coming is a desire to watch a movie I've recently aquired. It's a 1950's sci fi B movie parody made in in 1989, and stars Patrick Macnee as one of the characters. Patrick Macnee is probably better known as John Steed from The Avengers (the real British TV series - not the cheap and tacky Hollywood rip off !). |