Back in the Smoke

A long weekend away and now I'm back. The later pub hours spend with a depressed romney. I think the Lea charm managed to bring him out of his blue funk and dropped him into a purple one at least. He seemed somewhat cheerier exiting the pub than entering.

I am now indulging in ice-cold milk and choccy hobnobs. There are few finer ways of easing the alcoholic transition to sleep.

The weekend? I hear you ask. Imagine, rather than hear, let's be honest.

Well, Little Sister's 40th birthday do went without a hitch, a few of our clan turned up, a few didn't. A heap of her friends turned up as did most of her in-laws. This reminds me that if I can be arsed to have a party at the next significant milestone in my life which, I suppose will be 50 (Gad), they shall not be invited. My brother-in-law will - he's OK, but despite my better nature, I can find no word more fitting than 'scum' for his family.

The subject of birthday parties has got me thinking. I have always eschewed the formal shindig preferring instead a few friends in the pub. So my 18th, 21st, 30th and 40th milestones went unmarked other than by alcohol. The next is the 45th and I'm wondering whether or not to implement the lazy thought I had yonks ago when I realised that'd just missed a 33 1/3rd bash and could no longer do the 'favourite LP' thang. And until I hit 78 or (I think) 1,500 I'm running short of RPMs to attach to a birthday.

So.

Bearing in mind that it ain't till the beginning of February 2004, what do people think about a 45rpm party for my 45th? Eveyone brings their favourite vinyl single (or two) and we play the buggers at a location yet to be determined. You bring it we'll play it, but I reserve the right to play any old crap that's older than you, since that's what I am (a few exceptions out there, I know, but generally speaking it's true). Of course, I'm slightly handicapped by the fact that I bought very few singles, being an LP snob back in the day.

Which reminds me.

Does anyone have a record deck?

Back in the Smoke

A long weekend away and now I'm back. The later pub hours spend with a depressed romney. I think the Lea charm managed to bring him out of his blue funk and dropped him into a purple one at least. He seemed somewhat cheerier exiting the pub than entering.

I am now indulging in ice-cold milk and choccy hobnobs. There are few finer ways of easing the alcoholic transition to sleep.

The weekend? I hear you ask. Imagine, rather than hear, let's be honest.

Well, Little Sister's 40th birthday do went without a hitch, a few of our clan turned up, a few didn't. A heap of her friends turned up as did most of her in-laws. This reminds me that if I can be arsed to have a party at the next significant milestone in my life which, I suppose will be 50 (Gad), they shall not be invited. My brother-in-law will - he's OK, but despite my better nature, I can find no word more fitting than 'scum' for his family.

The subject of birthday parties has got me thinking. I have always eschewed the formal shindig preferring instead a few friends in the pub. So my 18th, 21st, 30th and 40th milestones went unmarked other than by alcohol. The next is the 45th and I'm wondering whether or not to implement the lazy thought I had yonks ago when I realised that'd just missed a 33 1/3rd bash and could no longer do the 'favourite LP' thang. And until I hit 78 or (I think) 1,500 I'm running short of RPMs to attach to a birthday.

So.

Bearing in mind that it ain't till the beginning of February 2004, what do people think about a 45rpm party for my 45th? Eveyone brings their favourite vinyl single (or two) and we play the buggers at a location yet to be determined. You bring it we'll play it, but I reserve the right to play any old crap that's older than you, since that's what I am (a few exceptions out there, I know, but generally speaking it's true). Of course, I'm slightly handicapped by the fact that I bought very few singles, being an LP snob back in the day.

Which reminds me.

Does anyone have a record deck?

Of teeth and ticket purchase..

Ooo... Cripes.

Me gnashers are aching and only a constant supply of codeine, paracetamol and/or ibuprofen is stopping me from howling at the moon. I've checked the bank balance and I don't think I can afford a trip to the dentists to get it sorted, so I can see the pharmaceutical companies' profits up in the short term. And what of the NHS dental service, you may ask? Show me a dentist who'll work for the NHS and I'll show you either a person swamped by workload or a person too incompetent to attract paying customers or both.

Pah. So much for Tony's health system reforms and the additional zillions of spondooliks sunk into the NHS for the benefit of accountants.

I often accuse romney of having a low to non-existent pain threshold, but I have to say that where toothache is concerned I am in no position to gloat.

Never mind.

Right now, as a result of encroaching tiredness, caffeine and la-la happy pills, I am sitting about three inches above my chair and in a delightfully pain-free zone. I now have to ensure that that continues until wakey time tomorrow morning so that I can get the requisite 6-8 hours of the old dreamless.

Have now booked tickets to see the 21st Century Schizoid Band at the Mean Fiddler on 31st October. Thanks to a bizarre situation whereby they only sell single tickets on the Mean Fiddler website, I had to go to Ticketmaster.co.uk to buy the three I needed. For some reason that means that the individual ticket price has been hiked by £4.08 for no very good reason as far as I can see.

Someone out there is making money and it's not me.

But right now I am too full of retail painkillers to care over much.

Of teeth and ticket purchase..

Ooo... Cripes.

Me gnashers are aching and only a constant supply of codeine, paracetamol and/or ibuprofen is stopping me from howling at the moon. I've checked the bank balance and I don't think I can afford a trip to the dentists to get it sorted, so I can see the pharmaceutical companies' profits up in the short term. And what of the NHS dental service, you may ask? Show me a dentist who'll work for the NHS and I'll show you either a person swamped by workload or a person too incompetent to attract paying customers or both.

Pah. So much for Tony's health system reforms and the additional zillions of spondooliks sunk into the NHS for the benefit of accountants.

I often accuse romney of having a low to non-existent pain threshold, but I have to say that where toothache is concerned I am in no position to gloat.

Never mind.

Right now, as a result of encroaching tiredness, caffeine and la-la happy pills, I am sitting about three inches above my chair and in a delightfully pain-free zone. I now have to ensure that that continues until wakey time tomorrow morning so that I can get the requisite 6-8 hours of the old dreamless.

Have now booked tickets to see the 21st Century Schizoid Band at the Mean Fiddler on 31st October. Thanks to a bizarre situation whereby they only sell single tickets on the Mean Fiddler website, I had to go to Ticketmaster.co.uk to buy the three I needed. For some reason that means that the individual ticket price has been hiked by £4.08 for no very good reason as far as I can see.

Someone out there is making money and it's not me.

But right now I am too full of retail painkillers to care over much.