Friday 17th brought a trip to the dentist. One of my fillings had fallen out while eating some jam, of all things. One of the fruit seeds had inveigled its way between my wisdom tooth and the filling in my second molar, which had only been in place for 18 months or so.
It had been difficult enough to get in place the first time around; I'd been for a check-up and the dentist identified that I needed a filling, but when he tried to do it, the anaesthetic didn’t seem to be working that well. The dentist had to give me a temporary filling over Christmas and then I went back in January to have it finished off.
I have a pathological fear of dentists. Well, it may not be a fear of dentists. I have absolute trust in my dentist. But I have a fear of people messing around in my mouth with whirry things like dentists’ drills and scrapy things. I don’t think that I've ever been hurt, but it is the anticipation of pain that drives me mad. My heart rate increases, I start sweating, I grab onto the arms of the dentist chair tightly and have to be talked down before I can let go (almost).
On this occasion, the dentist agreed with me; the filling had fallen out. In addition, he said, the tooth was cracked and broken. It was in a pretty bad way. He attempted to refill the filling, which was a bit traumatic. Mr D used two different drills; one felt almost pneumatic, like a road-drill or something. The other was a finer, more high-pitched drill which really penetrated my skull. He had to remove the existing filling, bore out more of my tooth and then put in a bigger filling.
He also warned me that if this filling didn’t take, he’d probably have to extract the tooth. The tooth was in such a bad way, he said, that even a root canal probably wasn’t worth it. That was depressing news, and bothered me for several days, to be honest. But actually, the filling hasn’t ached so it’s been okay. I’m not even sure that the filling is there any longer, but it’s not painful so I’m going to leave it. I’ll be back for a check-up anyway before I know it, and if necessary he can extract it then. At least if it is extracted, there won’t be any future requirements for fillings – in that tooth. One down, thirty-one to go.
TTFN.
Monday, August 27, 2018
Sunday, August 05, 2018
18-08-05 Sunday - Films
Yesterday we went to see Mama Mia – Here We Go Again at the Dome Cinema in Worthing. I say “we”, I mean the kids & I, since TW was off at a beer festival in Wapping. I actually quite enjoyed it. It was nice to walk into town and then sit in a cool air-conditioned cinema for two hours. The film is pretty much the same as the first, so if you enjoyed that, you’ll probably enjoy the second one. It was completely unbelievable, of course, but then you don’t go to see Mama Mia for its cinema verité style – or if you did, you’d be disappointed... I didn’t recognise most of the songs, but then I’m not a big Abba fan, and they’d probably used most of the recognisable ones in the first film. Having said that, though, Abba probably have enough of a back catalogue to soundtrack six or seven more films.
The film was showing at the third screen which is new. It’s quite small; it can seat about 40 people. I didn’t notice the size of the room though once the film started, which was a good thing. We walked in and out of town, and on the way home we stopped at Greggs for a snack. The girls liked that, sometimes it’s the little things that please the most.
Last night after the girls went to bed or otherwise vacated the living room, I watched The Adjustment Bureau. This was much more my type of film. I had a couple of beers to accompany the film, and enjoyed it. Matt Damon and Emily Blunt were good in their roles, but also the guys from the “Bureau” were also well-cast, especially Anthony Mackie. Looking at the wikipedia entry, it was based on a short story by Philip K Dick, and that makes sense. It did kind of feel like there were a few bits missing, but it skipped along with some pace and was there were a few good set pieces. The film was actually included in my Amazon Prime subscription, which was nice; I think I need to start making more use of that. For instance, I know Outlander is there, and that is supposed to be quite good, and there are a number of films I could quite easily lose myself in. So you might see more of these sort of posts in the future – assuming you’re reading this now (spoiler: no-one is).
TTFN.
The film was showing at the third screen which is new. It’s quite small; it can seat about 40 people. I didn’t notice the size of the room though once the film started, which was a good thing. We walked in and out of town, and on the way home we stopped at Greggs for a snack. The girls liked that, sometimes it’s the little things that please the most.
Last night after the girls went to bed or otherwise vacated the living room, I watched The Adjustment Bureau. This was much more my type of film. I had a couple of beers to accompany the film, and enjoyed it. Matt Damon and Emily Blunt were good in their roles, but also the guys from the “Bureau” were also well-cast, especially Anthony Mackie. Looking at the wikipedia entry, it was based on a short story by Philip K Dick, and that makes sense. It did kind of feel like there were a few bits missing, but it skipped along with some pace and was there were a few good set pieces. The film was actually included in my Amazon Prime subscription, which was nice; I think I need to start making more use of that. For instance, I know Outlander is there, and that is supposed to be quite good, and there are a number of films I could quite easily lose myself in. So you might see more of these sort of posts in the future – assuming you’re reading this now (spoiler: no-one is).
TTFN.
18-08-05 Sunday - Camping Disaster
Last weekend we went camping, up in the Cotswolds, with some friends, I&H and their kids. We'd seen that the heatwave that has covered the country since early June was due to come to an end, but that didn’t bother us, we’d been camping in bad weather before. And the forecasts weren’t predicting bad weather, as far as I could see; they mentioned that the weather would be “changeable” but I didn’t see anything more concerning than that.
TW & H had identified a very nice campsite, which was actually a field behind a pub – The Duke at Clifton. It was on a slight slope, but they had built up flat areas, and the grass was kept short. There were sinks for washing up, and the showers and toilets were actually inside the pub building – and accessible 24*7 with a code. They were very clean and a pleasure to use.
We set up camp on the Thursday, it was baking hot & sunny. If it had stayed like that I would have been very happy – but unfortunately, that wasn’t to be.
Friday was predicted to be the hottest day of the year, so we spent that at Banbury’s open air swimming pool. It wasn’t actually that hot, but it was warm, and the pool was nice. In the evening when we got back to the tent the wind had picked up a bit, and it looked like gusts might be as strong as 40mph which equates to a gale force 7, according to the website I looked at. Sleeping Friday night was a bit difficult, because the tent was flapping in the wind and being noisy. But no problems, overall. When I got up on Saturday morning I saw that another tent had been pegged out very neatly and tidily, and all the guy ropes had been used. I did make a mental note to do the same for our tent; it would probably make sleeping easier and less noisy, but unfortunately I never got around to it.
Saturday we spent looking around some local attractions, and bumping into old friends of TW. It was windy, and the clouds were fair speeding across the sky, threatening rain one minute and bright sunshine the next. It certainly was “changeable”. Unfortunately, when we got back to the campsite, we saw that the side of the tent had blown in. I hadn’t expected that! One set of poles had buckled, and the tent had a small rip in it where one of the guy ropes had pulled away from the tent. And the weather was turning for the worse as well... When the rain set in that evening, TW & I decided that cowardice was the better part of valour, and we retreated to TW’s mum’s house, which by luck was only 20 miles or so away. I was the first to suggest that we should go to the MiL’s, but TW was a bit reluctant to leave I&H and their kids. I&H were in a caravan though, and not “at risk” as we were. But after I’d popped up to the facilities in the pub, and the rain seemed to be properly set in, she agreed it was probably the best option. We were there and dry by 9pm, and sleeping indoors again, despite being on a camping trip... it was a little weird.
We had agreed that we would see the MiL on Sunday anyway, so I&H came over for lunch and a nice relaxed day. I (from I&H, not me) advised that we probably wouldn’t want to sleep in the tent that night, as there were puddles of water in it from Saturday's rain, so we stayed with the MiL on Sunday night too, but got up early on the Monday and headed back to the campsite for breakfast.
On Monday we visited two National Trust properties – Upton House and Charlecote Park, both of which were lovely to look around, and it was a relaxing day. We haven’t been to a National Trust property in ages, so it was good to get some use out of our membership – otherwise, what is the point of the monthly direct debit?
Monday night was nice, we ate in the pub. The hamburgers were delicious, and we were all sated. It was a shame that, after we went to bed, more rain came. The majority of it came at about 5am Tuesday morning, and we were all awake. Because the tent had blown in on Saturday afternoon and the poles had twisted, the integrity of the tent had gone completely on one side. Instead of the water running off the top and sides of the tent, it was pooling on top of the tent, and seemed to be creating a lake more than anything else. TW shook that off and the rain seemed to stop.
There was no point in taking the tent home, so once we had packed up the contents on Tuesday morning, we bagged the tent and threw it in the bin behind the pub. We laid our tent to rest in the Cotswolds, and I hope it is happy and peaceful there.
TTFN.
TW & H had identified a very nice campsite, which was actually a field behind a pub – The Duke at Clifton. It was on a slight slope, but they had built up flat areas, and the grass was kept short. There were sinks for washing up, and the showers and toilets were actually inside the pub building – and accessible 24*7 with a code. They were very clean and a pleasure to use.
We set up camp on the Thursday, it was baking hot & sunny. If it had stayed like that I would have been very happy – but unfortunately, that wasn’t to be.
Friday was predicted to be the hottest day of the year, so we spent that at Banbury’s open air swimming pool. It wasn’t actually that hot, but it was warm, and the pool was nice. In the evening when we got back to the tent the wind had picked up a bit, and it looked like gusts might be as strong as 40mph which equates to a gale force 7, according to the website I looked at. Sleeping Friday night was a bit difficult, because the tent was flapping in the wind and being noisy. But no problems, overall. When I got up on Saturday morning I saw that another tent had been pegged out very neatly and tidily, and all the guy ropes had been used. I did make a mental note to do the same for our tent; it would probably make sleeping easier and less noisy, but unfortunately I never got around to it.
Saturday we spent looking around some local attractions, and bumping into old friends of TW. It was windy, and the clouds were fair speeding across the sky, threatening rain one minute and bright sunshine the next. It certainly was “changeable”. Unfortunately, when we got back to the campsite, we saw that the side of the tent had blown in. I hadn’t expected that! One set of poles had buckled, and the tent had a small rip in it where one of the guy ropes had pulled away from the tent. And the weather was turning for the worse as well... When the rain set in that evening, TW & I decided that cowardice was the better part of valour, and we retreated to TW’s mum’s house, which by luck was only 20 miles or so away. I was the first to suggest that we should go to the MiL’s, but TW was a bit reluctant to leave I&H and their kids. I&H were in a caravan though, and not “at risk” as we were. But after I’d popped up to the facilities in the pub, and the rain seemed to be properly set in, she agreed it was probably the best option. We were there and dry by 9pm, and sleeping indoors again, despite being on a camping trip... it was a little weird.
We had agreed that we would see the MiL on Sunday anyway, so I&H came over for lunch and a nice relaxed day. I (from I&H, not me) advised that we probably wouldn’t want to sleep in the tent that night, as there were puddles of water in it from Saturday's rain, so we stayed with the MiL on Sunday night too, but got up early on the Monday and headed back to the campsite for breakfast.
On Monday we visited two National Trust properties – Upton House and Charlecote Park, both of which were lovely to look around, and it was a relaxing day. We haven’t been to a National Trust property in ages, so it was good to get some use out of our membership – otherwise, what is the point of the monthly direct debit?
Monday night was nice, we ate in the pub. The hamburgers were delicious, and we were all sated. It was a shame that, after we went to bed, more rain came. The majority of it came at about 5am Tuesday morning, and we were all awake. Because the tent had blown in on Saturday afternoon and the poles had twisted, the integrity of the tent had gone completely on one side. Instead of the water running off the top and sides of the tent, it was pooling on top of the tent, and seemed to be creating a lake more than anything else. TW shook that off and the rain seemed to stop.
There was no point in taking the tent home, so once we had packed up the contents on Tuesday morning, we bagged the tent and threw it in the bin behind the pub. We laid our tent to rest in the Cotswolds, and I hope it is happy and peaceful there.
TTFN.
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
18-07-25 Wednesday - The Wordpress White Screen of Death
I tried to access my blog on Saturday, but encountered a white / blank screen. I didn’t think too much about it at the time, I was considering writing something but I didn’t have anything concrete in mind. Then on Monday I tried again, while I was at work, and I got the same result. Hmm, that was a bit odd. I might not have worried about it much, except that I had just paid GoDaddy for five years of blog hosting, which was a big deal for me. So I called them. I spoke to a very polite & courteous chap who was clearly based in the U.S., and he advised that probably my plug-ins were causing an issue. There were two ways to address this; I could either SFTP into my account and try to fix it myself, or I could pay another healthy £37 to get premium support, where an expert would fix my issues for me.
It goes without saying that I chose the DIY option. I googled a few things and then went into full-on problem solver mode. I downloaded an SFTP client, FileZilla, and accessed my account without issue. There are some troubleshooting guides on the net, so I followed those; I disabled all my plug-ins and then my themes, but unfortunately neither of those steps resolved the issue. I was logged into my WordPress account on my chromebook, so I logged out to see if that was the issue. It wasn’t. And that meant that I couldn’t log into my account at all, which was a blow. I repeated a few of the steps to see if that would change anything, and I was getting more and more desperate. I renamed my .htaccess file, and looked in my config file to check if debugging was enabled. Debugging wasn’t enabled, so I tried to enable it but I think I buggered it up: the config file didn’t look the same as it did when I first looked into it. And the message had changed – I was now getting a 500 error message when I tried to access the wp-admin page.
I was considering giving up, and potentially re-installing WordPress from scratch, but reading through it, it seemed a bit more complicated than I wanted to try. Maybe some time in the future, eh? So as a last resort I started clicking around my GoDaddy account pages, and I spotted that there were back-ups. Back-ups? I didn’t know about those. The polite GoDaddy rep never mentioned back-ups. And I knew that my last blogpost that seemed to work was on or about the 4th July, so if I could go back to before then, I might be in luck. If it didn’t work in totality, hopefully my config file might at least be repaired.
I hit the “restore back-up” button. Then I closed out of Chrome, to refresh the cookies / cache. I took a deep breath and fired up Chrome again, and tried to log into my wp-admin page. The log-in option was there and I was able to access my account, finally. After about two and a half hours of faffing around with SFTP, it turned out that I could have solved the issue in a couple of clicks in the GoDaddy admin pages. So that was a wasted evening, more or less. And then, it was time for bed.
TTFN.
It goes without saying that I chose the DIY option. I googled a few things and then went into full-on problem solver mode. I downloaded an SFTP client, FileZilla, and accessed my account without issue. There are some troubleshooting guides on the net, so I followed those; I disabled all my plug-ins and then my themes, but unfortunately neither of those steps resolved the issue. I was logged into my WordPress account on my chromebook, so I logged out to see if that was the issue. It wasn’t. And that meant that I couldn’t log into my account at all, which was a blow. I repeated a few of the steps to see if that would change anything, and I was getting more and more desperate. I renamed my .htaccess file, and looked in my config file to check if debugging was enabled. Debugging wasn’t enabled, so I tried to enable it but I think I buggered it up: the config file didn’t look the same as it did when I first looked into it. And the message had changed – I was now getting a 500 error message when I tried to access the wp-admin page.
I was considering giving up, and potentially re-installing WordPress from scratch, but reading through it, it seemed a bit more complicated than I wanted to try. Maybe some time in the future, eh? So as a last resort I started clicking around my GoDaddy account pages, and I spotted that there were back-ups. Back-ups? I didn’t know about those. The polite GoDaddy rep never mentioned back-ups. And I knew that my last blogpost that seemed to work was on or about the 4th July, so if I could go back to before then, I might be in luck. If it didn’t work in totality, hopefully my config file might at least be repaired.
I hit the “restore back-up” button. Then I closed out of Chrome, to refresh the cookies / cache. I took a deep breath and fired up Chrome again, and tried to log into my wp-admin page. The log-in option was there and I was able to access my account, finally. After about two and a half hours of faffing around with SFTP, it turned out that I could have solved the issue in a couple of clicks in the GoDaddy admin pages. So that was a wasted evening, more or less. And then, it was time for bed.
TTFN.
18-07-25 Wednesday - Huawei Y7
So TW’s phone contract expired a few days ago and she popped into Tesco at the weekend to select a new phone. Everyone likes a new electronic toy from time to time. Before we went in, I was leaning towards suggesting the Moto G6 Play. It has a big screen and is cheap on a 24-month contract. I like a cheap phone, they tend to do most of the same things as expensive phones, but maybe not quite in such a flashy (I.e. quick) manner. The saleswoman recommended the Huawei Y7, she said it was quick and the camera was good. I’d had a P9 Lite, so I was happy with that as a recommendation, and TW took it.
We picked the phone up on Sunday, and by Sunday evening TW was already complaining about the responsiveness (or lack thereof) of the phone, and the fact that the screen was dim and the camera was not good. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. The Y7 had to be at least one step down from the P series, and although the screen was big, the phone didn’t look good. She was advised that she had 14 days to return it in case of dissatisfaction, and so she took them up on that offer. On Tuesday she took it back to Tesco and exchanged it for a Samsung A6. All credit to Tesco, they honoured their end of the bargain, they exchanged it without any fuss. Although the phone is slightly smaller and slightly more expensive per month, TW is happy. And in fairness the A6 performs better than the Y7. So there’s a tale for you; make sure you know what you’re getting in your next phone, and if you can, make sure you’ve got the option to swap it if you’re not happy with it.
TTFN.
We picked the phone up on Sunday, and by Sunday evening TW was already complaining about the responsiveness (or lack thereof) of the phone, and the fact that the screen was dim and the camera was not good. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. The Y7 had to be at least one step down from the P series, and although the screen was big, the phone didn’t look good. She was advised that she had 14 days to return it in case of dissatisfaction, and so she took them up on that offer. On Tuesday she took it back to Tesco and exchanged it for a Samsung A6. All credit to Tesco, they honoured their end of the bargain, they exchanged it without any fuss. Although the phone is slightly smaller and slightly more expensive per month, TW is happy. And in fairness the A6 performs better than the Y7. So there’s a tale for you; make sure you know what you’re getting in your next phone, and if you can, make sure you’ve got the option to swap it if you’re not happy with it.
TTFN.
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
18-07-24 Tuesday - Christmas in July
So, Movies 24 (channel 325 on Sky) has been hosting a “Christmas in July” season. And I’ve been recording a few of the films to watch. Normally I wouldn’t be that bothered, but a friend of mine hosts a “Half Christmas” and that has kind of infected me, I guess...
Half Christmas is like Christmas, but it’s halfway between last Christmas and next Christmas. We have roast turkey, roast potatoes, red cabbage, sprouts, thick seasonal gravy, except there is lots of booze involved and if the weather is favourable, we get a suntan at the same time.
So she (N) has lent me a couple of seasonal Christmas books and in addition to the Half Christmas festivities, it’s opened my eyes to the fact that Christmas isn’t just limited to late November / December. And when I saw that Movies 24 were running a “Christmas in July” season, I thought it would be good to watch a few of them.
Christmas-themed films tend to be love stories dressed up in snow and mistletoe. They tend to be variable in quality, and to date there has been one which I didn’t bother watching to the end. That was due to the low production values, I think, rather than the story. The story itself was rather whimsical, it was suggesting that Santa Claus’s daughter was working with the USPS to answer letters to kids who had written to Father Christmas. And there was a single guy who had taken on the responsibility of looking after his orphaned niece, so there was a big hint about how the film would end. But the production values were poor and they reminded me of a kids’ show, and so I deleted it.
At the other end of the quality rainbow, I’ve seen a couple of seasonal goodies starring Dean Cain (formerly of Superman fame). One was a skiing film, which was enjoyable, and the other was called “Broadcasting Christmas”, in which Sabrina the Teenage Witch (Melissa Joan Hart) was a co-star. That was a good one.
Anyway, I’ve got a couple of films left to watch. But I’ve enjoyed watching a load of crappy festive movies, and I’d like to continue down this particular furrow. Unfortunately, this particular season draws to a close this Friday, so there’s only a couple of films left to watch. But it’s been fun.
TTFN.
Half Christmas is like Christmas, but it’s halfway between last Christmas and next Christmas. We have roast turkey, roast potatoes, red cabbage, sprouts, thick seasonal gravy, except there is lots of booze involved and if the weather is favourable, we get a suntan at the same time.
So she (N) has lent me a couple of seasonal Christmas books and in addition to the Half Christmas festivities, it’s opened my eyes to the fact that Christmas isn’t just limited to late November / December. And when I saw that Movies 24 were running a “Christmas in July” season, I thought it would be good to watch a few of them.
Christmas-themed films tend to be love stories dressed up in snow and mistletoe. They tend to be variable in quality, and to date there has been one which I didn’t bother watching to the end. That was due to the low production values, I think, rather than the story. The story itself was rather whimsical, it was suggesting that Santa Claus’s daughter was working with the USPS to answer letters to kids who had written to Father Christmas. And there was a single guy who had taken on the responsibility of looking after his orphaned niece, so there was a big hint about how the film would end. But the production values were poor and they reminded me of a kids’ show, and so I deleted it.
At the other end of the quality rainbow, I’ve seen a couple of seasonal goodies starring Dean Cain (formerly of Superman fame). One was a skiing film, which was enjoyable, and the other was called “Broadcasting Christmas”, in which Sabrina the Teenage Witch (Melissa Joan Hart) was a co-star. That was a good one.
Anyway, I’ve got a couple of films left to watch. But I’ve enjoyed watching a load of crappy festive movies, and I’d like to continue down this particular furrow. Unfortunately, this particular season draws to a close this Friday, so there’s only a couple of films left to watch. But it’s been fun.
TTFN.
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
18-06-26 Tuesday Anker Bluetooth Headphones - R.I.P.
Last week my Anker bluetooth headphones gave up the ghost. I’d had them for about eight months, since last October, and I quite liked them. They lasted quite a long time in between charges, they were comfy to wear, and I used them lightly, wearing them during my commute to work, so walking and sitting down, mostly.
I don’t think they should have broken, and actually I am slightly disappointed. They were advertised as being “sports” earphones, but I only ever wore them three times while running.
God knows how much more quickly they would have fallen apart if I had actually been using them for their intended purpose.
And then I think about the fact that the signal used to break up if I turned my head (e.g., while I was crossing the road), or if I otherwise blocked the signal between my pocket and my ears.
Luckily, my phone came with a set of headphones, so now I’m using them. The phone doesn’t have a 3.5mm jack, but the headphones have a USB-C connector, which is nice. So now I don’t have to charge my earphones and because they are wired, I get uninterrupted signal from them even when I am turning my head and moving about.
So all told, actually I’m probably better off now, having broken those wireless Anker headphones than I was before. Funny how things turn out, isn’t it?
TTFN.
I don’t think they should have broken, and actually I am slightly disappointed. They were advertised as being “sports” earphones, but I only ever wore them three times while running.
God knows how much more quickly they would have fallen apart if I had actually been using them for their intended purpose.
And then I think about the fact that the signal used to break up if I turned my head (e.g., while I was crossing the road), or if I otherwise blocked the signal between my pocket and my ears.
Luckily, my phone came with a set of headphones, so now I’m using them. The phone doesn’t have a 3.5mm jack, but the headphones have a USB-C connector, which is nice. So now I don’t have to charge my earphones and because they are wired, I get uninterrupted signal from them even when I am turning my head and moving about.
So all told, actually I’m probably better off now, having broken those wireless Anker headphones than I was before. Funny how things turn out, isn’t it?
TTFN.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
18-06-17 Sunday - Save Me - Sky Atlantic
We finally got around to watching "Save Me", which was an original piece of programming by Sky Atlantic. It was written by and starred Lennie James, who I'd seen before in The Walking Dead TV series. The series was released in February, and all episodes were available to watch immediately, but I think we recorded it as it was shown on Sky Atlantic. We had a load of other stuff to watch as well, and we went on holiday as well, so everyone who can watch it should have had plenty of time by now to see it. And if you have access to Sky Atlantic programming and you haven’t watched it yet, you should. Right now. Stop reading this and go and watch it. Honestly, it's brilliant.
I'm not intending to give any spoilers, but it gets really dark. Lennie James plays a no-hoper, a probable alcoholic who is drifting between three lovers, when he gets a wake-up call. The show is called Save Me, and it's clear what the main reference is to, but it might also refer to Lennie's character, who discovers a sense of purpose as the story develops. There is a bit of a review in the Guardian here, but I wanted to mention a couple of things in addition. Firstly, the cast is amazing. Suranne Jones, Kerry Godliman, and Stephen Graham were all brilliant. And the rest of the group were up to the job as well. It was a depressing setting, the characters seemed to be barely living before the action started.
The main thing that caught my eye though, were the surreal moments that popped up every time there was a panoramic shot of the estate where Nelly (Lennie's character) went about his business. In one shot, there were children on a basketball court in a fully-inflated dinghy, pretending to row. In the background of another scene, there was a clown, in full face make-up, drinking a pint of Guinness. In another scene, people were skating by or performing weird little actions which weren't part of the plot. It took me a while to spot them, but once I started looking for these little additions, they became a nice little reward for watching closely. I don't know whether the director was intending these scenes to be surreal. Maybe he was intimating that in an estate that size, with so many people there, all sorts of things will happen. Maybe the thrust was that actually there were other stories happening at the same time. If you do watch it though, I think these scenes are a little streak of humour running through a very dark story. There were other touches of humour too, but as the series progresses, those moments get fewer and the plot gets more intriguing and gripping.
As I wrote, it is worth watching, and I recommend it, but be warned that the subject matter is quite dark and it might be upsetting. It is a shame that drama and plotting of this quality was on Sky rather than one of the free-to-air channels, but that is one of my personal bugbears. Go see it, you won't regret it.
TTFN.
I'm not intending to give any spoilers, but it gets really dark. Lennie James plays a no-hoper, a probable alcoholic who is drifting between three lovers, when he gets a wake-up call. The show is called Save Me, and it's clear what the main reference is to, but it might also refer to Lennie's character, who discovers a sense of purpose as the story develops. There is a bit of a review in the Guardian here, but I wanted to mention a couple of things in addition. Firstly, the cast is amazing. Suranne Jones, Kerry Godliman, and Stephen Graham were all brilliant. And the rest of the group were up to the job as well. It was a depressing setting, the characters seemed to be barely living before the action started.
The main thing that caught my eye though, were the surreal moments that popped up every time there was a panoramic shot of the estate where Nelly (Lennie's character) went about his business. In one shot, there were children on a basketball court in a fully-inflated dinghy, pretending to row. In the background of another scene, there was a clown, in full face make-up, drinking a pint of Guinness. In another scene, people were skating by or performing weird little actions which weren't part of the plot. It took me a while to spot them, but once I started looking for these little additions, they became a nice little reward for watching closely. I don't know whether the director was intending these scenes to be surreal. Maybe he was intimating that in an estate that size, with so many people there, all sorts of things will happen. Maybe the thrust was that actually there were other stories happening at the same time. If you do watch it though, I think these scenes are a little streak of humour running through a very dark story. There were other touches of humour too, but as the series progresses, those moments get fewer and the plot gets more intriguing and gripping.
As I wrote, it is worth watching, and I recommend it, but be warned that the subject matter is quite dark and it might be upsetting. It is a shame that drama and plotting of this quality was on Sky rather than one of the free-to-air channels, but that is one of my personal bugbears. Go see it, you won't regret it.
TTFN.
Sunday, June 10, 2018
18-06-10 Fleabag in Brighton
Last night we went to see Fleabag at The Old Market. It was brilliant; a one-woman show completely different from the TV show. It helped that it wasn't Phoebe Waller-Bridge, but it didn't help that we'd watched the first episode again on Friday night. But Maddie Rice was brilliant and she kept us all in thrall for the entire play.
Friends came with us, which was nice, and we went for a couple of drinks afterwards. We (TW, Ty and myself) had been out for drinks beforehand, at Brewdog. I'd stayed on the Dead Pony Club, a 3.8% session beer, kind of, because I didn't want to be a drunken buffoon in the theatre. As it was, there were quite a few of those anyway, so I needn't have worried. I bailed and caught the 11 o'clock train home, but TW and Ty stayed in Brighton at The Green Door Store and then Casablanca's. They caught a taxi home and suffered more than I did this morning...
TTFN.
Friends came with us, which was nice, and we went for a couple of drinks afterwards. We (TW, Ty and myself) had been out for drinks beforehand, at Brewdog. I'd stayed on the Dead Pony Club, a 3.8% session beer, kind of, because I didn't want to be a drunken buffoon in the theatre. As it was, there were quite a few of those anyway, so I needn't have worried. I bailed and caught the 11 o'clock train home, but TW and Ty stayed in Brighton at The Green Door Store and then Casablanca's. They caught a taxi home and suffered more than I did this morning...
TTFN.
Monday, April 30, 2018
18-04-30 Monday - Robin Ince @ Shoreham Ropetackle Centre (Thursday 26th April)
Last Thursday we drove to the Shoreham Ropetackle Arts Centre to see Robin Ince. I'd booked the tickets back in January, so this had been a long time coming. The Ropetackle is a lovely venue, it's staffed by volunteers and has a licensed bar with some lovely beers. The crowd seemed a bit older than I expected, but then the penny dropped that they might have been there because of his involvement in The Infinite Monkey Cage, the BBC show with Brian Cox.
I was there because of his podcast work with Michael Legge on Vitriola, and with Josie Long on the Book Shambles. Those shows are unscripted, unlike the Infinite Monkey Cage, and so I had a good idea of what to expect from one of Robin's shows, despite not having seen him live before.
In the podcasts I've listened to he is full of ideas and stories, to the extent that those stories and ideas compete with each other and cut across each other. He can be a bit frantic, but he is like a kid in a candy store, delighted by new information and endlessly curious. As he said to us, he doesn't talk to anyone all day, and then he has us, his paying audience, captive for two hours, and he downloads or broadcasts all his thoughts for the day to us in that time.
The show was brilliant, it was two hours (with a twenty-minute interval), and it did seem a little haphazard. It was mostly funny; he leapt from subject to subject, seemingly without any direction or plan, the words and thoughts flooding out of his brain, and it was always interesting. After the interval he did have to rush through his piece on art appreciation, but then at the end he had a number of callbacks to things he'd mentioned, so maybe it wasn’t as unplanned as it seemed.
Robin hasn't been doing stand-up for a couple of years and I'm glad I got to see him. With all the other things he's doing (the BBC show, the two podcasts) he might not be doing as much stand-up as before. The show was just what I was expecting though, and I would recommend going to see him.
I'm planning on seeing a couple of comedians during the Brighton Festival and if I do, I'll try to mention them here.
TTFN.
I was there because of his podcast work with Michael Legge on Vitriola, and with Josie Long on the Book Shambles. Those shows are unscripted, unlike the Infinite Monkey Cage, and so I had a good idea of what to expect from one of Robin's shows, despite not having seen him live before.
In the podcasts I've listened to he is full of ideas and stories, to the extent that those stories and ideas compete with each other and cut across each other. He can be a bit frantic, but he is like a kid in a candy store, delighted by new information and endlessly curious. As he said to us, he doesn't talk to anyone all day, and then he has us, his paying audience, captive for two hours, and he downloads or broadcasts all his thoughts for the day to us in that time.
The show was brilliant, it was two hours (with a twenty-minute interval), and it did seem a little haphazard. It was mostly funny; he leapt from subject to subject, seemingly without any direction or plan, the words and thoughts flooding out of his brain, and it was always interesting. After the interval he did have to rush through his piece on art appreciation, but then at the end he had a number of callbacks to things he'd mentioned, so maybe it wasn’t as unplanned as it seemed.
Robin hasn't been doing stand-up for a couple of years and I'm glad I got to see him. With all the other things he's doing (the BBC show, the two podcasts) he might not be doing as much stand-up as before. The show was just what I was expecting though, and I would recommend going to see him.
I'm planning on seeing a couple of comedians during the Brighton Festival and if I do, I'll try to mention them here.
TTFN.
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Wednesday 18-03-14 Gym Bunny
I’ve never thought of myself as a gym bunny. I was a member of the gym at work a number of years ago, but after a few months I developed a serious cold that knocked me out of action for a couple of weeks, and I never went back.
TW has offered to get me membership of Worthing Leisure, or Southdowns Leisure for some time, and each time I’ve said yes, I am interested, but she never followed through and actually signed me up. Until a couple of weeks ago, that is, when there was a free signing up Saturday.
As a concession member (the kids had already signed up, so TW & I signed up separately and because we live at the same address we get a partial discount), it costs £39 per month for each of us. If we are still using the membership at the end of the year, when the kids’ membership lapses, we’ll probably sign up for a family membership.
The first class I went to was a “weight loss boot camp”. There were about seven or eight of us doing 50 seconds of exercise with a ten second changeover. It was overwhelming; the exercises were done at quite a pace and there wasn’t much time to pick up the correct way to perform the exercises. Luckily TW was there to see me straight. It was quite a shock, and certainly different from running; with running, I can set my own pace, and just detach myself, not really thinking about much at all except the rhythm of running. With short sharp bursts of exercise, I was worried whether I was doing the right sort of bends, were my hips supposed to stay face on?, was I supposed to stretch behind my head?, could I balance like that? But I made it through, and actually felt good for doing it.
I can’t think what happened then, but I didn’t do any classes or go running for the rest of the week. I think it was due to the snow and extreme cold. Then I cricked my neck, so I missed the next week. But by Saturday I was ready for another class, and so we signed up for Body Balance. I think I mentioned this in a post last week. It’s a mix of tai chi, yoga and pilates. The class was quite full, and we were standing in front of a mirror wall. Some of the class were obviously experts and able to pull off the poses and stretches effortlessly, striking an aesthetically pleasing and solid stance. They were a most impressive sight in the mirror. Unfortunately, as the class went on, the pleasing zen-like movements were marred by my sweaty red-faced wobbling in the background. The class did get harder as it went on, and although I found it tough, I did enjoy it and we are going back. I have discovered though, that my body leaves a lot to be desired and I have no balance.
Next time I think I’ll cover the circuits class I went to on Monday night. It was a lot harder than I was expecting, but again, I think I am going to go back. I do ache a bit, I’ve done three classes in five days, which is quite intense for me, but they’ve been enjoyable so far. If I can build the classes into my routine, I may even keep it up, who knows?
TTFN.
TW has offered to get me membership of Worthing Leisure, or Southdowns Leisure for some time, and each time I’ve said yes, I am interested, but she never followed through and actually signed me up. Until a couple of weeks ago, that is, when there was a free signing up Saturday.
As a concession member (the kids had already signed up, so TW & I signed up separately and because we live at the same address we get a partial discount), it costs £39 per month for each of us. If we are still using the membership at the end of the year, when the kids’ membership lapses, we’ll probably sign up for a family membership.
The first class I went to was a “weight loss boot camp”. There were about seven or eight of us doing 50 seconds of exercise with a ten second changeover. It was overwhelming; the exercises were done at quite a pace and there wasn’t much time to pick up the correct way to perform the exercises. Luckily TW was there to see me straight. It was quite a shock, and certainly different from running; with running, I can set my own pace, and just detach myself, not really thinking about much at all except the rhythm of running. With short sharp bursts of exercise, I was worried whether I was doing the right sort of bends, were my hips supposed to stay face on?, was I supposed to stretch behind my head?, could I balance like that? But I made it through, and actually felt good for doing it.
I can’t think what happened then, but I didn’t do any classes or go running for the rest of the week. I think it was due to the snow and extreme cold. Then I cricked my neck, so I missed the next week. But by Saturday I was ready for another class, and so we signed up for Body Balance. I think I mentioned this in a post last week. It’s a mix of tai chi, yoga and pilates. The class was quite full, and we were standing in front of a mirror wall. Some of the class were obviously experts and able to pull off the poses and stretches effortlessly, striking an aesthetically pleasing and solid stance. They were a most impressive sight in the mirror. Unfortunately, as the class went on, the pleasing zen-like movements were marred by my sweaty red-faced wobbling in the background. The class did get harder as it went on, and although I found it tough, I did enjoy it and we are going back. I have discovered though, that my body leaves a lot to be desired and I have no balance.
Next time I think I’ll cover the circuits class I went to on Monday night. It was a lot harder than I was expecting, but again, I think I am going to go back. I do ache a bit, I’ve done three classes in five days, which is quite intense for me, but they’ve been enjoyable so far. If I can build the classes into my routine, I may even keep it up, who knows?
TTFN.
Friday, March 09, 2018
Friday 18-03-09 Friday Night - The End of the Week
Here we are then, Friday night. The girls are upstairs applying make-up to each other, by the sounds of it, and I am down here with my trusty laptop and a glass of orange juice & lemonade. It is full fat lemonade, mind; none of that diet stuff for me.
This week has whizzed by in a flash. Not much has really happened, except that I got a crick in my neck which gave me a couple of really bad nights’ sleep on Wednesday and Thursday. I was going to go to a class at the gym on Wednesday night, but really didn’t think it was appropriate. TW did suggest I go for a steam and sauna instead, which would have been nice, but by the time Wednesday night rolled around I was really quite tired and so didn’t even manage to get around to that.
The rest of the week was mostly taken up with watching catch-up TV: TW and I steamed through the second series of “Delicious” which was on Sky One, starring Dawn French and Emilia Fox. It was only a four-parter, but it was good. While TW was away last weekend I did finish watching the second series of “The Expanse” as well last weekend, and I am looking forward to more of the same. It’s excellent stuff; just the right mix of drama and sci-fi. I started watching the new Star Trek series on Netflix, but since I’d had a few drinks I’ll probably benefit from watching it again.
This weekend I shall mostly be following the Six Nations, and I’m looking forward to getting back to it. A bit of Body Balance in the morning, and then spectating in the afternoon is just what the doctor ordered. Sunday, of course, is Mother’s Day, so Mum and Dad are coming over for lunch – which will be nice.
TTFN.
This week has whizzed by in a flash. Not much has really happened, except that I got a crick in my neck which gave me a couple of really bad nights’ sleep on Wednesday and Thursday. I was going to go to a class at the gym on Wednesday night, but really didn’t think it was appropriate. TW did suggest I go for a steam and sauna instead, which would have been nice, but by the time Wednesday night rolled around I was really quite tired and so didn’t even manage to get around to that.
The rest of the week was mostly taken up with watching catch-up TV: TW and I steamed through the second series of “Delicious” which was on Sky One, starring Dawn French and Emilia Fox. It was only a four-parter, but it was good. While TW was away last weekend I did finish watching the second series of “The Expanse” as well last weekend, and I am looking forward to more of the same. It’s excellent stuff; just the right mix of drama and sci-fi. I started watching the new Star Trek series on Netflix, but since I’d had a few drinks I’ll probably benefit from watching it again.
This weekend I shall mostly be following the Six Nations, and I’m looking forward to getting back to it. A bit of Body Balance in the morning, and then spectating in the afternoon is just what the doctor ordered. Sunday, of course, is Mother’s Day, so Mum and Dad are coming over for lunch – which will be nice.
TTFN.
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Thursday 18-02-22 I Beer
I tried that Nanny State on Tuesday night, the low alcohol beer made by Brewdog. It was okay. The crazy thing is that it is only 0.5% abv, which means that, as I had two bottles, I only consumed 0.33 units of alcohol. At least, that was before I had a glass of wine... That was more like one and a half units.
Friday, February 16, 2018
Friday 18-02-16 I A Nice Day Out and Coco
Yesterday was the first of two days off. It’s half-term and TW is working yesterday and today, so I have stepped into the breach and taken responsibility for childcare. Except that TE is away on a two day rugby course, TMO was away on a sleepover and had been since 1pm, so it was just me and TY.
We went into town and had lunch at Pomodoro e Mozzarella, which was lovely. And, quite reasonably, kids eat half-price during the week (Mon-Fri). You’d think that, if that is the case, they would get smaller portions, but no, their pizzas are exactly the same size as the full price versions. We’ve been there before and will go again, for me their Napoletana pizza is the best…
The lunch took just about the right amount of time, so we had a few minutes to pop into WHSmith and get some sweets for the cinema. I’d booked tickets for Coco, which turned out to be a lovely film. TY, who is eight, had said that she’d quite like to see Black Panther, but I think that was probably aimed at a slightly older audience. I’ll be able to let her know one way or the other, since I am going to see it tonight… Anyway, Coco was brilliant. It’s a very colourful film, quite literally, based around the Day of the Dead, which is not another zombie film but a Mexican tradition. I had a little tear in my eye at the film’s denouement, but then I have form in that regard. For example, Scrooged always makes me tear up at the end, and I think that might be because apparently that final call to arms was improvised by Bill Murray. Anyway…
It was a lovely afternoon, and time spent one-on-one with my childers, any of the three of them, is time well spent.
TTFN.
We went into town and had lunch at Pomodoro e Mozzarella, which was lovely. And, quite reasonably, kids eat half-price during the week (Mon-Fri). You’d think that, if that is the case, they would get smaller portions, but no, their pizzas are exactly the same size as the full price versions. We’ve been there before and will go again, for me their Napoletana pizza is the best…
The lunch took just about the right amount of time, so we had a few minutes to pop into WHSmith and get some sweets for the cinema. I’d booked tickets for Coco, which turned out to be a lovely film. TY, who is eight, had said that she’d quite like to see Black Panther, but I think that was probably aimed at a slightly older audience. I’ll be able to let her know one way or the other, since I am going to see it tonight… Anyway, Coco was brilliant. It’s a very colourful film, quite literally, based around the Day of the Dead, which is not another zombie film but a Mexican tradition. I had a little tear in my eye at the film’s denouement, but then I have form in that regard. For example, Scrooged always makes me tear up at the end, and I think that might be because apparently that final call to arms was improvised by Bill Murray. Anyway…
It was a lovely afternoon, and time spent one-on-one with my childers, any of the three of them, is time well spent.
TTFN.
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Saturday 18-02-10 I Brexit, an itch I can't scratch
I read with interest today that the EU are beginning to decide what Brexit will look like. It is unsurprising that someone has stepped into the void where British leadership should be, but I guess someone had to.
The current Brexit planning seems to want no hard border with Ireland, but also no customs union. I think the two things are irreconcilable, and I’m not quite sure what Theresa May / David Davis are aiming for. Unless they are trying to scupper the whole shebang, maybe?
Michel Barnier said that the Brits are going to have to make some decisions, and quickly, if they want to get everything nailed down by the self-imposed March deadline. Now, he is saying that if the disagreements are not resolved, any transition period could be in doubt.
This is the issue though; the UK are throwing out some “blue sky” thinking, and desperately hoping that something sticks. The position papers they published last year were sent out into a vacuum, nor were they properly assessed or tested by analysts. Now, I expect, the negotiators are getting to the hard end of it, and the question should be “how will that work, precisely?”. But it seems that Davis and his team think that their function has been fulfilled – “we’ve given you a proposal, now make it work”.
Every time I hear a Brexity spokesman on the radio, they suggest that we will be out of the customs union, but we still want free trade with the EU countries. “We don’t want to impose tariffs on their goods, and we don’t see why they would want to impose tariffs on ours”, they say. Unfortunately, that isn’t how trade works; if we are outside the EU, then we will be subject to tariffs; this is the way it has to be, because the EU needs to treat all trading partners the same. If they don’t impose tariffs on us, the U.S. can open a trade dispute with the WTO, as I understand it, because the EU would not be treating their trading partners equally.
It’s all a big mess, and I don’t see any way out for this government. They have painted themselves into a corner with all their red lines (no ECJ jurisdiction, no hard border in Ireland, no customs union, etc.) and I don’t believe they can deliver what they promised. Let’s see how it goes, shall we?
TTFN.
The current Brexit planning seems to want no hard border with Ireland, but also no customs union. I think the two things are irreconcilable, and I’m not quite sure what Theresa May / David Davis are aiming for. Unless they are trying to scupper the whole shebang, maybe?
Michel Barnier said that the Brits are going to have to make some decisions, and quickly, if they want to get everything nailed down by the self-imposed March deadline. Now, he is saying that if the disagreements are not resolved, any transition period could be in doubt.
This is the issue though; the UK are throwing out some “blue sky” thinking, and desperately hoping that something sticks. The position papers they published last year were sent out into a vacuum, nor were they properly assessed or tested by analysts. Now, I expect, the negotiators are getting to the hard end of it, and the question should be “how will that work, precisely?”. But it seems that Davis and his team think that their function has been fulfilled – “we’ve given you a proposal, now make it work”.
Every time I hear a Brexity spokesman on the radio, they suggest that we will be out of the customs union, but we still want free trade with the EU countries. “We don’t want to impose tariffs on their goods, and we don’t see why they would want to impose tariffs on ours”, they say. Unfortunately, that isn’t how trade works; if we are outside the EU, then we will be subject to tariffs; this is the way it has to be, because the EU needs to treat all trading partners the same. If they don’t impose tariffs on us, the U.S. can open a trade dispute with the WTO, as I understand it, because the EU would not be treating their trading partners equally.
It’s all a big mess, and I don’t see any way out for this government. They have painted themselves into a corner with all their red lines (no ECJ jurisdiction, no hard border in Ireland, no customs union, etc.) and I don’t believe they can deliver what they promised. Let’s see how it goes, shall we?
TTFN.
Saturday, February 03, 2018
Saturday 18-02-03 I Ahir Shah at The Old Market (1st Feb 2018)
On Thursday we went to see Ahir Shah at The Old Market in Brighton. TW had bought the tickets as a Christmas present, and I was looking forward to it. I didn’t know who Ahir was, and I’d never heard any of his stuff. But he was interviewed by Richard Herring on his RHLSTP, and apparently he was short-listed for the Edinburgh Comedy prize in 2017.
He was good. I liked his set, I liked where he was coming from. He was absolutely suited to a Brighton audience, being sort of lefty / liberal. He made some really good points, and some sharp analogies. He was preaching to the converted though, it being Brighton. Even when he wasn’t being laugh out loud funny, he was thought-provoking and interesting. I’d be interested in seeing his future material, and how he builds on what he’s already achieved.
The Old Market is a lovely venue, we’ve got some friends who have staged productions there before, but unfortunately we’ve never made it to their shows. I think we’ve probably been missing out. While we were enjoying a pre-show drink, I noticed that they were advertising Fleabag, and nudged TW. She bought tickets later that night, so we are definitely going back at least once. And Rob Auton is performing his show “Hair” there at the start of March, so I might be going back sooner than planned.
Before going to The Old Market we went for dinner at the Kanok Thai restaurant, which was delicious. We each chose a starter and a main course, and all the dishes were lovely. We left not feeling over-full, and refreshed ready for the evening’s entertainment. I would certainly recommend it as a good place to eat.
So that was our Thursday. Dinner out, wine and a comedian who confirmed all our views of the parlous state of current affairs. What more could one want from a night out?
TTFN.
He was good. I liked his set, I liked where he was coming from. He was absolutely suited to a Brighton audience, being sort of lefty / liberal. He made some really good points, and some sharp analogies. He was preaching to the converted though, it being Brighton. Even when he wasn’t being laugh out loud funny, he was thought-provoking and interesting. I’d be interested in seeing his future material, and how he builds on what he’s already achieved.
The Old Market is a lovely venue, we’ve got some friends who have staged productions there before, but unfortunately we’ve never made it to their shows. I think we’ve probably been missing out. While we were enjoying a pre-show drink, I noticed that they were advertising Fleabag, and nudged TW. She bought tickets later that night, so we are definitely going back at least once. And Rob Auton is performing his show “Hair” there at the start of March, so I might be going back sooner than planned.
Before going to The Old Market we went for dinner at the Kanok Thai restaurant, which was delicious. We each chose a starter and a main course, and all the dishes were lovely. We left not feeling over-full, and refreshed ready for the evening’s entertainment. I would certainly recommend it as a good place to eat.
So that was our Thursday. Dinner out, wine and a comedian who confirmed all our views of the parlous state of current affairs. What more could one want from a night out?
TTFN.
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Sunday 18-01-21 I Dry January
I’ve not had a drink since the 6th January. And that was only one glass of red wine. It was the remains of a bottle I opened the night before, on the 5th. I didn’t drink from the 1st to the 4th before that.
I certainly could have done with a drink last night, but I didn’t succumb. It would have been so easy; TW was off in Brighton meeting some friends and although she’s “not doing Dry January”, she hasn’t been drinking either (except for the 5th, the same as me). But she told friends that she was probably drinking last night, and so it turned out.
We’ve got beers and wine chilling (and freezing, on some nights!) in the back garden, and I could have easily opened the back door and cracked one of those bottles open, but I didn’t. I guess that I’ve got this far (20th Jan) and I didn’t want to give in at this stage. TW & I are going out on the 1st February to see a comedian – Ahir Shah, performing “Control”, and I am planning to have a drink then, but obviously I shall want to remember the show, so I’m not planning on getting hideously pissed. And, in addition, we are going to a rugby evening on the 2nd, and I shall be driving, as TW is planning to be away that weekend.
What I’m trying to say, I guess, is that I’ve got a few things to look forward to, and so not drinking now is not (or at least it shouldn’t feel like) a hardship. Since it is the 21st already, there are only ten days to go. I’m not trying to raise money for charity or push teetotalism, but it is good, from my personal perspective, to take some time away from alcohol. I balk at the phrase “evaluate my relationship with alcohol”, but taking a month off does go to show that if we (that’s the royal we, i.e. I) don’t think about it consciously, alcohol can easily start becoming a regular fixture in the evenings. On a couple of occasions (and probably more) TW has looked at me disapprovingly as I placed another four-pack of lagers in the fridge. It’s easy with the Co-Op and The Wine Centre standing between West Worthing train station and home… Anyway, the world probably won’t end if I have a few nights without a beer or two.
TTFN.
I certainly could have done with a drink last night, but I didn’t succumb. It would have been so easy; TW was off in Brighton meeting some friends and although she’s “not doing Dry January”, she hasn’t been drinking either (except for the 5th, the same as me). But she told friends that she was probably drinking last night, and so it turned out.
We’ve got beers and wine chilling (and freezing, on some nights!) in the back garden, and I could have easily opened the back door and cracked one of those bottles open, but I didn’t. I guess that I’ve got this far (20th Jan) and I didn’t want to give in at this stage. TW & I are going out on the 1st February to see a comedian – Ahir Shah, performing “Control”, and I am planning to have a drink then, but obviously I shall want to remember the show, so I’m not planning on getting hideously pissed. And, in addition, we are going to a rugby evening on the 2nd, and I shall be driving, as TW is planning to be away that weekend.
What I’m trying to say, I guess, is that I’ve got a few things to look forward to, and so not drinking now is not (or at least it shouldn’t feel like) a hardship. Since it is the 21st already, there are only ten days to go. I’m not trying to raise money for charity or push teetotalism, but it is good, from my personal perspective, to take some time away from alcohol. I balk at the phrase “evaluate my relationship with alcohol”, but taking a month off does go to show that if we (that’s the royal we, i.e. I) don’t think about it consciously, alcohol can easily start becoming a regular fixture in the evenings. On a couple of occasions (and probably more) TW has looked at me disapprovingly as I placed another four-pack of lagers in the fridge. It’s easy with the Co-Op and The Wine Centre standing between West Worthing train station and home… Anyway, the world probably won’t end if I have a few nights without a beer or two.
TTFN.
Friday, January 19, 2018
Thursday 18-01-08 I A New Phone
I bought a new phone last Friday.
I had been looking at the Honor 7x, tempted by its big 5.93” screen. The only concerns were that it didn’t have fast charging (USB-C) or NFC, so I wouldn’t be able to use Android Pay. In 2018, even for phones less than £300, I don’t think those sort of things should be missing from a phone. I was looking on GSM Arena for other phones which met my criteria (USB-C, screen 5.5” or bigger, NFC, a few other things), and up popped the HTC U Ultra.
I followed the link to HTC UK’s website and saw that it was available for £279. Considering that the Honor 7x is £269, it was definitely a possible. I checked Carphone Warehouse and it was available there for £419. It was a steal, basically, especially when you throw into the mix the fact that when it was first released, HTC were asking £649 for the handset.
My only concern is that the battery is only 3,000 MaH on this beast. But with the fast charge option, it should be easy to keep it topped up. I’ll need to buy a couple of additional USB-C cables I think, but that won’t be too difficult.
I ordered the phone anyway, last Friday. I received an acknowledgement of my order, but didn’t hear anything else, until Monday when I received an email notifying me that the phone would be delivered on Tuesday. And so it turned out – luckily TW was at home to sign for the bugger. And I had to wait until the evening before I got to play with my new toy.
I do like it. I may have to charge it more often than I would normally like, and maybe a larger battery will be one of my prerequisites next time. But for now, and for less than £300, it is fast, the camera is good, and apps aren't randomly closed because the phone "thinks it knows best". And with fast charging available, I shouldn't have to spend hours charging it either.
I may revisit this in a couple of months, and see how I feel then. But for now, I'm quite happy with my new purchase.
TTFN.
I had been looking at the Honor 7x, tempted by its big 5.93” screen. The only concerns were that it didn’t have fast charging (USB-C) or NFC, so I wouldn’t be able to use Android Pay. In 2018, even for phones less than £300, I don’t think those sort of things should be missing from a phone. I was looking on GSM Arena for other phones which met my criteria (USB-C, screen 5.5” or bigger, NFC, a few other things), and up popped the HTC U Ultra.
I followed the link to HTC UK’s website and saw that it was available for £279. Considering that the Honor 7x is £269, it was definitely a possible. I checked Carphone Warehouse and it was available there for £419. It was a steal, basically, especially when you throw into the mix the fact that when it was first released, HTC were asking £649 for the handset.
My only concern is that the battery is only 3,000 MaH on this beast. But with the fast charge option, it should be easy to keep it topped up. I’ll need to buy a couple of additional USB-C cables I think, but that won’t be too difficult.
I ordered the phone anyway, last Friday. I received an acknowledgement of my order, but didn’t hear anything else, until Monday when I received an email notifying me that the phone would be delivered on Tuesday. And so it turned out – luckily TW was at home to sign for the bugger. And I had to wait until the evening before I got to play with my new toy.
I do like it. I may have to charge it more often than I would normally like, and maybe a larger battery will be one of my prerequisites next time. But for now, and for less than £300, it is fast, the camera is good, and apps aren't randomly closed because the phone "thinks it knows best". And with fast charging available, I shouldn't have to spend hours charging it either.
I may revisit this in a couple of months, and see how I feel then. But for now, I'm quite happy with my new purchase.
TTFN.
Friday, January 05, 2018
Friday 18-01-05 A Summary
Tuesday was the day when the decorations came down. TW had suggested that we take them down last week, before New Year's, but I disagreed. It was a sign of the end of festivities though; the house looked bare, TW was back to work on the Wednesday, and the kids were back to school on Thursday. There were no more planned parties or social gatherings, and reality was beginning to reassert itself.
It's funny how we can become used to the festive trappings so quickly; the presence of a tree in one room and a Nativity in another, and the walls and doors festooned with cards seems perfectly normal. Then, when these things are all put away, it seems like a deprivation. But really, we are storing away our Christmas spirit so that we can revive it at the start of December less than 11 months away now.
Wednesday brought swimming for the girls and coat shopping for me; I popped into Debenhams to see if I could try on a couple of coats, but the Worthing branch is relatively small, so I ordered two coats online instead.
On our way to Splashpoint TMO did say "at least I don't have shoes in my holes", which both I and TE picked her up on. Like the scene in Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka - scratch that: rewind and reverse it.
Thursday, which was supposed to be my day of return to work, saw me struck down with a cold. I think I've gone through about three loo rolls blowing my nose over the last two days. Hopefully tomorrow will see an improvement.
My coats arrived and I picked them up. When I got them home and tried them on it was clear that the Craghoppers one was preferable, which was satisfying because it was the cheaper one. I'll need to return the other tomorrow.
So far I've managed to read comics and pages of my book, which is my de facto New Year's resolution. We'll need to see though whether that holds when I get back to work properly.
I also managed to sell my Microsoft Surface, after a bit of soul-searching... To be honest, I wasn't using it often enough to warrant keeping it, and in the spirit of the New Year and streamlining my life, I listed it on eBay.
I have been lusting after a new chromebook instead, but it wasn't really suitable. I need to be happy with what I've got, I think. My Tab and a bluetooth keyboard should be enough, usually.
It's funny how we can become used to the festive trappings so quickly; the presence of a tree in one room and a Nativity in another, and the walls and doors festooned with cards seems perfectly normal. Then, when these things are all put away, it seems like a deprivation. But really, we are storing away our Christmas spirit so that we can revive it at the start of December less than 11 months away now.
Wednesday brought swimming for the girls and coat shopping for me; I popped into Debenhams to see if I could try on a couple of coats, but the Worthing branch is relatively small, so I ordered two coats online instead.
On our way to Splashpoint TMO did say "at least I don't have shoes in my holes", which both I and TE picked her up on. Like the scene in Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka - scratch that: rewind and reverse it.
Thursday, which was supposed to be my day of return to work, saw me struck down with a cold. I think I've gone through about three loo rolls blowing my nose over the last two days. Hopefully tomorrow will see an improvement.
My coats arrived and I picked them up. When I got them home and tried them on it was clear that the Craghoppers one was preferable, which was satisfying because it was the cheaper one. I'll need to return the other tomorrow.
So far I've managed to read comics and pages of my book, which is my de facto New Year's resolution. We'll need to see though whether that holds when I get back to work properly.
I also managed to sell my Microsoft Surface, after a bit of soul-searching... To be honest, I wasn't using it often enough to warrant keeping it, and in the spirit of the New Year and streamlining my life, I listed it on eBay.
I have been lusting after a new chromebook instead, but it wasn't really suitable. I need to be happy with what I've got, I think. My Tab and a bluetooth keyboard should be enough, usually.
Tuesday, January 02, 2018
Tuesday 18-01-02 I New Year's Recovery
The first day of the year consisted mostly of me slowly gathering my thoughts, a.k.a. trying to ward off the worst effects of the hangover. It truly was the day after the night before. At least now that the kids are older they don’t need entertaining nearly as much, and because they were also up until 3am with the grown-ups, they were nearly as docile as me.
We had croissants for breakfast and then I stumbled across an Adam Sandler film, Bedtime Stories, which was a bit of easy watching for the Hard of Thinking. It passed the time, but I didn’t really like the ending – in my opinion it was a bit overbaked.
In the afternoon we went for a walk along the beach with some friends and their dog. Dogs are a great excuse for getting some exercise but we’re not getting one, no matter how often the family plead with me to do so.
In the evening we watched Grandpa’s Great Escape, which was the by now traditional David Walliams Christmas treat. We had watched Ratburger on Sky, and I thought that Sky had done their usual trick of nabbing a terrestrial “jewel”, but it seems that the BBC got the best deal. While Ratburger was great, I think Grandpa’s Great Escape was amazing. It may have been implausible, but it really tugged at the heartstrings in a way that Ratburger just didn’t. Set in the 80s, it had a fantastical quality to start with, and it built on that. The whole cast were brilliant, I thought, and it had all of us in tears by the final act.
I managed to read a few pages of a book which the MiL’s partner has lent me, called Collusion, and also got through a couple of comics – I’ve started reading Surgeon X, which is set in a dystopian future where antibiotics don’t have the same effects as they do today. It’s quite dark, but no less enjoyable for that. My intention (New Year’s Resolution?) is to read more this year, and also document it, so this might figure more prominently in these entries this year…
TTFN.
We had croissants for breakfast and then I stumbled across an Adam Sandler film, Bedtime Stories, which was a bit of easy watching for the Hard of Thinking. It passed the time, but I didn’t really like the ending – in my opinion it was a bit overbaked.
In the afternoon we went for a walk along the beach with some friends and their dog. Dogs are a great excuse for getting some exercise but we’re not getting one, no matter how often the family plead with me to do so.
In the evening we watched Grandpa’s Great Escape, which was the by now traditional David Walliams Christmas treat. We had watched Ratburger on Sky, and I thought that Sky had done their usual trick of nabbing a terrestrial “jewel”, but it seems that the BBC got the best deal. While Ratburger was great, I think Grandpa’s Great Escape was amazing. It may have been implausible, but it really tugged at the heartstrings in a way that Ratburger just didn’t. Set in the 80s, it had a fantastical quality to start with, and it built on that. The whole cast were brilliant, I thought, and it had all of us in tears by the final act.
I managed to read a few pages of a book which the MiL’s partner has lent me, called Collusion, and also got through a couple of comics – I’ve started reading Surgeon X, which is set in a dystopian future where antibiotics don’t have the same effects as they do today. It’s quite dark, but no less enjoyable for that. My intention (New Year’s Resolution?) is to read more this year, and also document it, so this might figure more prominently in these entries this year…
TTFN.
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