Ooh, you are awful

Monday morning, and for the first time in a while, oddness revisits Victoria.

Standing outside the Sainsbury's Local on Victoria Street, near the station, finishing off my cigarette before buying a paper and some breakfast, I was rewarded with the sight of the ghost of Dick Emery¹ wobbling up the street towards me.

More particularly, since his trousers were belted and buckled at armpit level, and he was wearing an open cardigan and cloth cap, it was clearly Dick Emery in his immortal First World War veteran, James Maynard Kitchener Lampwick guise. Which is lucky, given the possibility that he could have turned up as Mandy, the frightening blonde man-eater. Not a character to be haunted by, I think.

Now I come to think of it, there's probably not a single one of his characters you'd want to be haunted by, but some would clearly be worse than others. Either way, the ghost of Dick Emery haunts Victoria.

¹For those of you who don't know who Dick Emery was, here's Auntie's Dick Emery page.

Ooh, you are awful

Monday morning, and for the first time in a while, oddness revisits Victoria.

Standing outside the Sainsbury's Local on Victoria Street, near the station, finishing off my cigarette before buying a paper and some breakfast, I was rewarded with the sight of the ghost of Dick Emery¹ wobbling up the street towards me.

More particularly, since his trousers were belted and buckled at armpit level, and he was wearing an open cardigan and cloth cap, it was clearly Dick Emery in his immortal First World War veteran, James Maynard Kitchener Lampwick guise. Which is lucky, given the possibility that he could have turned up as Mandy, the frightening blonde man-eater. Not a character to be haunted by, I think.

Now I come to think of it, there's probably not a single one of his characters you'd want to be haunted by, but some would clearly be worse than others. Either way, the ghost of Dick Emery haunts Victoria.

¹For those of you who don't know who Dick Emery was, here's Auntie's Dick Emery page.

Seedies

I have it in mind that the new British Sea Power CD should be available in the next week or so; I must remember to look up the release date.

I spent a good portion of yesterday afternoon taking CDs out of boxes and putting them in racks. As yet they are in no particular order; I just want to get rid of the boxes. In due course, I shall have to (shudder) alphabetise them, or at least work them into some kind of operating order so that I can find the choon of choice at any particular time and mood. I could, it is true, just use the jukebox, but I intend to keep that in the other room, so that I have a goodly selection of music around the house. The new Network Walkman will mainly see use as a portable music player in the old pocket. Together with online radio, music is suddenly far more freely available than ever before.

Good thing, says I.

Those of you who know the mansion at Whetstone, replete with its dozens of CD racks, will be appalled to know that had fewer of my CDs been in presentation boxes of some kith, kin or kine, I should have come close to running out of storage space. As it is, I have an entire empty rack, but a large block of CD sets that I am going to have to give special thought to, as far as storage goes.

Sometimes I miss the lowly LP. Even the occasional box set was still the same approximate shape, just thicker. Special presentation CDs follow no flag, and come in whatever box shape takes the fancy of the marketing men, up to and including LP size boxes, though I have none of them (Yet. I do have a hankering to purchase the remarkable Mojo - Acid Drops Spacedust and Flying Saucers [BOX SET] to my collection at some point, and I know for a fact that it is four CDs in an LP sized presentation box.

That said, this little brute looks interesting, too: 94 Baker Street: The Pop Psych Sounds of the Apple Era 67-69. And it's only a normal CD size, too.

Now to continue my quest for a cheap Jackie Lomax CD.

Edited to remove inadvertent apostrophe crime.

Seedies

I have it in mind that the new British Sea Power CD should be available in the next week or so; I must remember to look up the release date.

I spent a good portion of yesterday afternoon taking CDs out of boxes and putting them in racks. As yet they are in no particular order; I just want to get rid of the boxes. In due course, I shall have to (shudder) alphabetise them, or at least work them into some kind of operating order so that I can find the choon of choice at any particular time and mood. I could, it is true, just use the jukebox, but I intend to keep that in the other room, so that I have a goodly selection of music around the house. The new Network Walkman will mainly see use as a portable music player in the old pocket. Together with online radio, music is suddenly far more freely available than ever before.

Good thing, says I.

Those of you who know the mansion at Whetstone, replete with its dozens of CD racks, will be appalled to know that had fewer of my CDs been in presentation boxes of some kith, kin or kine, I should have come close to running out of storage space. As it is, I have an entire empty rack, but a large block of CD sets that I am going to have to give special thought to, as far as storage goes.

Sometimes I miss the lowly LP. Even the occasional box set was still the same approximate shape, just thicker. Special presentation CDs follow no flag, and come in whatever box shape takes the fancy of the marketing men, up to and including LP size boxes, though I have none of them (Yet. I do have a hankering to purchase the remarkable Mojo - Acid Drops Spacedust and Flying Saucers [BOX SET] to my collection at some point, and I know for a fact that it is four CDs in an LP sized presentation box.

That said, this little brute looks interesting, too: 94 Baker Street: The Pop Psych Sounds of the Apple Era 67-69. And it's only a normal CD size, too.

Now to continue my quest for a cheap Jackie Lomax CD.

Edited to remove inadvertent apostrophe crime.