Cable telly revealed

After nine years, six in analogue and the last three in digital, of cable TV I have finally, one month before getting rid of it, found the point.

UKTV: People have broadcast the entire 2004 run of Top Gear in one night. Tonight, in fact. That is to say that it is still being broadcast even as I type, at 2.12am. This surely is what cable TV is all about: watching an entire series of programmes about cars you can't afford, and doing so in a single sitting.

I have barely driven in the last 20 years. Living close to the centre of London, and with no parking spaces, together with neighbours who display both the penchant and talent for converting car radios into syringe fills of their favourite narcotic, a car is a luxury I can't afford, and don't need.

But.

I want Clarkson's job.

Cable telly revealed

After nine years, six in analogue and the last three in digital, of cable TV I have finally, one month before getting rid of it, found the point.

UKTV: People have broadcast the entire 2004 run of Top Gear in one night. Tonight, in fact. That is to say that it is still being broadcast even as I type, at 2.12am. This surely is what cable TV is all about: watching an entire series of programmes about cars you can't afford, and doing so in a single sitting.

I have barely driven in the last 20 years. Living close to the centre of London, and with no parking spaces, together with neighbours who display both the penchant and talent for converting car radios into syringe fills of their favourite narcotic, a car is a luxury I can't afford, and don't need.

But.

I want Clarkson's job.

Eveningstar

Some of you may know that a friend of mine does sculpting as a hobby. Those who went to the Grand back in er... 1997 may remember the X-Files Erlenmeyer Flask Severus was using as a familiar; that was an example of his work.

I have just received these pictures of his latest work in progress (it's taken a year of weekends and evenings so far, and it's still not finished!), and thought people might like to see them. Once it's finished he will be selling casts for painting - including versions with glass eyes so that they will look very lifelike when painted in flesh tones.

I doubt I need to tell you who the bust is of, particularly given the title of this entry, and the reference material posted on the wall behind the bust...( but it's behind here to save bandwidth )

I understand that there will be a new strand of hair on her left, to balance that already there, and then there's more work to be done on the nostrils. Thereafter, skin texture will be added and once finished, a resin cast taken. At which point a whole new wad of work opens up; but I think this looks rather promising.

Eveningstar

Some of you may know that a friend of mine does sculpting as a hobby. Those who went to the Grand back in er... 1997 may remember the X-Files Erlenmeyer Flask Severus was using as a familiar; that was an example of his work.

I have just received these pictures of his latest work in progress (it's taken a year of weekends and evenings so far, and it's still not finished!), and thought people might like to see them. Once it's finished he will be selling casts for painting - including versions with glass eyes so that they will look very lifelike when painted in flesh tones.

I doubt I need to tell you who the bust is of, particularly given the title of this entry, and the reference material posted on the wall behind the bust...( but it's behind here to save bandwidth )

I understand that there will be a new strand of hair on her left, to balance that already there, and then there's more work to be done on the nostrils. Thereafter, skin texture will be added and once finished, a resin cast taken. At which point a whole new wad of work opens up; but I think this looks rather promising.

Boxes, Comics, and Busses.

I have just got back in, having bought a load of boxes for my comic collection. By crackey, but it's parky out there.

Having just got to the shop just ahead of their early closing for the bank holiday, I picked up a mere ten boxes (and the first 8 issues of Excalibur - I couldn’t help myself. Standing at the bus stop afterwards was a little nerve wracking. As it goy slowly darker, the sky started to cloud over, and turn slate grey. It was hard to tell how much of this was due to the onset of dusk, and how much was attributable to the build up of rain clouds. The thought of staggering from Battersea to Clapham with £50 worth of papier maché didn't appeal in the slightest.

Happily, the 345 arrived ahead of any rain, but considering that the streets are empty, there is clearly something on the South Kensington - Peckham run, since the bus was packed. Typical, really. Still, ten collapsed comic boxes make an effective battering ram, and you'd be surprised how sharp a mover a little old lady can be when faced with a leather jacketed Bryan armed with cardboard. Anyway, she can't complain, she got a seat; I was happy enough to stand and scythe people as they went up the aisle.

You have to get your entertainment where you can find it, after all.

Coffee now, I think, and then some comic packing (provided I can assemble the boxes, of course). Somewhere there is a Kinks CD awaiting a play. Things to do, things to do.

Boxes, Comics, and Busses.

I have just got back in, having bought a load of boxes for my comic collection. By crackey, but it's parky out there.

Having just got to the shop just ahead of their early closing for the bank holiday, I picked up a mere ten boxes (and the first 8 issues of Excalibur - I couldn’t help myself. Standing at the bus stop afterwards was a little nerve wracking. As it goy slowly darker, the sky started to cloud over, and turn slate grey. It was hard to tell how much of this was due to the onset of dusk, and how much was attributable to the build up of rain clouds. The thought of staggering from Battersea to Clapham with £50 worth of papier maché didn't appeal in the slightest.

Happily, the 345 arrived ahead of any rain, but considering that the streets are empty, there is clearly something on the South Kensington - Peckham run, since the bus was packed. Typical, really. Still, ten collapsed comic boxes make an effective battering ram, and you'd be surprised how sharp a mover a little old lady can be when faced with a leather jacketed Bryan armed with cardboard. Anyway, she can't complain, she got a seat; I was happy enough to stand and scythe people as they went up the aisle.

You have to get your entertainment where you can find it, after all.

Coffee now, I think, and then some comic packing (provided I can assemble the boxes, of course). Somewhere there is a Kinks CD awaiting a play. Things to do, things to do.