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.. off to get wet
00:54 Nov 30 2009
Times Read: 930

I slept so-so, then off to get wet and, hopefully collect some good American televisions shows from Karl: after all, though a lot of them are in their slumbers right Now, he did have some ‘Stargate Universe’ and ‘V’ for me.



And, although some I know don’t like re-makes, this ‘V’ is as different from the original as Battlestar Galactica was to its predecessor.



I got in at 6:30, but ate well with a good red wine. And boy, did I sleep most of the evening away: until I arose, to put ‘V’ 1:03 and 1:04 to disc.

.. just Friday.
00:25 Nov 29 2009
Times Read: 938

I went to the doctors on Friday.. I got a proper crusty. He reminded me of my old g.p. I'm doin this as it is an emeency. [It HURTS!] And.. I am going for an x-ray on the knee on Monday morning.. and, boy.. I'd forgotten how good I thought 'Dawn Till Dusk 3' was. I like it.. particularly liking the tango, between the religious blonde with the pious husband and the black vampire.

wow that sequence is so.. so.. sensual. Aye.. watched the film last night

... ‘bout says it all!
23:41 Nov 26 2009
Times Read: 948

.. you get in from the project, shattered & see on the news that a homeless fella was found on a tip, crushed to death, after taking a kip in a skip and getting carted away to the tip, while innit.

.. yep, ‘bout says it all!

Re: “..the fellow in the blue-shirt and the panic-attack” – 24th November 2009
23:26 Nov 25 2009
Times Read: 951

I left the house shortly after the rain stopped: my only problem had been my left knee, which meant that it took almost two hours, with stops, to walk the four miles it takes, to get to my local Job-CentrePlus.



I’d a few preconceptions beforehand anyway. I mean, why another appointment, albeit ad-hoc, when I’d already had one two weeks prior? That’d been my intent, to ask why.



But, there was the knee, which after a few mile decided to feel as though it were one of the more unsuccessful participants in the film ‘Saw’; kinda like a bitin device was going at the joint all round. [I’m well aware it will need an operation.]



By the time I arrived, I was in a lot of pain.



I had a word with the fellow at the door, explaining what I wanted to know and he suggested I ask upstairs. So up the stairs I walked, slowly.



The two ladies on the main desk were busy, so I went over as directed to the lady second in on the left, wearing a customer service badge.



First I had tried to explain about the appointment I had, that had already been rearranged without my knowledge, and then once again, so the time suited me.



I’ll grant you, I didn’t do too well there, as I still didn’t understand how that had happened in the first place myself.



Yet, as I’d the opportunity to ask my question, I took it.



I had asked twice, at which point the member of staff I was talking to said, “I can’t help you, do you mind if I get someone who can?”



That had sounded ideal, so of course I had said, ‘yes.’



When she came back, she came back with a fellow I haven’t met before, in all the time I’ve been unemployed, a fellow with no badge and condescending manner, I had quickly learnt. He had made no effort to explain himself, whatsoever.



The fellow wore a blue shirt, which his corpulent belly filled and wore a light brown belt, with a brass buckle; he was about 5, 10” and, stood over me with the overbearing comportment of a ‘screw’, a prison officer, without the key’s.



I had explained what I wanted to know again, to him: and this was when I learnt that this fellow didn’t want to listen to what I wanted to say, at all.



“Can’t you read? “ he had enquired of me, highlighting the words “ad-hoc” when I’d asked why I had the appointment.



Needless to say, as someone who writes, I know what ‘ad-hoc’ means, so said, “yes.”



He also asked me if I wanted to speak to a Manager, in an intimidating manner.

I had told him ‘no’, then asked my question once more, reminding him that I’d already had a formal interview two weeks prior.



That was the point thing’s got scary, from my point of view, when he threatened my benefit, by saying something about ‘are you going to keep this appointment, or not?’



I had sat there in my seat, staring in disbelief at the fellow had spoken as he had said all he had, in the way he had by this surly burly condescending fellow, who had just threatened my benefit, then stared me out in a very Alpha-male way.



Meanwhile, the lady with the ‘customer service’ badge stood by his side, watching as the fellow belittled me, for asking a question.



For my own reason’s, I had found this fellow’s patronizing, condescending manner intimidating, as I have already said; and the old instinct of ‘fight-or-flight’ set in; as I’d felt threatened, both indirectly and directly, when he had threatened my access to benefit, for asking a question: so I had risen from my seat and then without a word in response to him I left, to go downstairs and ‘sign-on’, still feeling extremely upset after my encounter, with “the fellow in the blue-shirt,” as I speak of this man, as he chose not to introduce himself, or his role in the Job-Centre Plus.



Having been bullied at school; and encountering characters with his manner when I’d been in the police and later in prison, where I did time for selling cannabis, [twenty years ago] after being beaten up by the police, when I didn’t resist arrest, I found this incident the reason for the ensuing panic attack, which I can attribute directly to the ‘fellow in the blue-shirt.’

Relishing ‘Zombie flesh-eaters’.
23:40 Nov 24 2009
Times Read: 962

Day’s like today should end with a film like ‘Zombie’, or ‘Zombie flesh-eaters’, just for the distraction alone. The weather had been one thing, but enquires of the dole is never a good thing, and I’d a few preconceptions beforehand anyway. I mean, why another on, albeit ad-hoc, when I’d already had one two weeks prior. That’d been my intent, instead, I had an encounter with a surly burly condescending fellow, who threatened my benefit and stared me out in a very Alpha male way. And then there was the knee, which decided to feel as though it were one of the more unsuccessful participants in the film ‘Saw’; kinda like a bitin device was going at the joint all round. And then, at the end of the day, as I saw Mike out, I noticed my Ma had got back from her evening out. And, although she’d enjoyed the company of friends, it hurt me so, to see her wheezing like that, all done up in her finery.

Almost wondered, for a milisecond, whether it was useful to her: and knowing full well, I have lno right to tell he

My ‘Pretentious’ thread
16:50 Nov 22 2009
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When I left VR on Saturday night, I left quite saddened by the attitude of some people I’d previously admired and liked.



I had read, then re-read some of the posts in my ‘pretentious vampire’ thread in the main forum and was repulsed to read some of the derogatory comments directed toward me personally, by AlexanderAshes and Morrigon.



I had asked a question, no more.



Yet that said, you’d imagine from some of the responses I received in that thread that I’d directed the question toward them particularly.



And, when we talk about free-speech: it’s a pity that for some, that’s all it is, talk.



Debate was stifled there by certain peoples barriers to listening and understanding: and, it strikes me that I was more than a tad persecuted there, for no more than asking a question, that applies for some, not “all” as someone intimated.



Perhaps it was their paranoia that led to them taking my question so seriously? Or perhaps they identified with the thread, because it applied to them?? Heck, maybe they were paranoid, because they perceived the thread as applying to them???



I don’t know and, I have enough in my Life, to say that by lunch-time Sunday, 22 November 2009 their sad, hurtful comments will be forgotten, as will they.



Yet that said, the people who took such umbrage at my question maybe I was right after all: “.. perhaps they identified with the thread, because it applied to them??”



But, because they made it so damn personal, with their insulting comments, I chose to close the thread, which was a real pity, as I’d got some darn interesting responses.



**



“What we are never changes. Who we are always changes.”



Gil Grissom, C.S.I.

.. cuttin off one's nose??
14:45 Nov 20 2009
Times Read: 1,002

Got in from the project Thursday night, with a limp to my left knee worse than usual and a left wrist that decided it hated me, after a real runaround night, with stormy weather and, people who said ‘thank you’, which almost made the aches worth it.



And, Vicky [and, my Mother] says I cut off my nose to spite my face: well mebbee I do, but wound me, or ignore me and I remember. I’m either your best friend or you worst enemy; or I don’t know you. So when John and Mina left the project prior to her having a child, ignoring me when I tried to keep in contact.



So’s the way I figure it, if some doesn’t want to know me, why I should I want to know them?? And, that means I can’t go to the volunteers staff meal at a Chinese restaurant, as we’ve done for several years now, which Roger pays for.



It seems Roger has asked John and Mina to go, even ensuring that their child can go with them: and, I can’t get over the way everyone expects me to be the one to give in, all the friggin time. Shit, it was the same with Rose [the exotic bitchy witch] and that damned Jo [Joanne], both of whom Roger bent over backwards for on so damn many occasions.



And, I know he likes his ladies; and I know he likes those he adopts; but fucks sake, it’d be well cool if just for once, I was made to feel edged aside, when through all these years, I’ve been the one he could rely on.



That thought carried with me all the way home, so after summat to eat, it was bed, even though I had my ‘new’ PC and wanted to go on VR. I just felt waay too tired, physically and emotionally.



An ‘yeah’, mebbee I do “cut of my nose to spite my face”, but do ‘they’ expect me to change Now?? Aw c’mon, be realistic!!

Aw gawd...
23:50 Nov 18 2009
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Aw gawd, I’d forgotten how funny ‘Look Who’s Talking’ is!!!



Jimmy [Travolta] to Mikey [voiced by Bruce Willis] who’s crying, “I don’t blame you. You spend nine months trying to get out and there; and, the rest of your life trying to get back in!”

..Ah, I said that.
14:18 Nov 18 2009
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I keep saying to Mike, "This is one of the best movies I've ever seen."

And, he keeps saying, "You keep saying that."

I started saying it with 'City Of Ember.'

And I do recalling saying it over 'HellRide', but "wow..", 'Nine' was marvellous.

There was the story, the animation, the drawing, the story.. ah, I said that!

“Don’t dream it .. be it.”
00:30 Nov 16 2009
Times Read: 1,032

Rocky Horror



On the way to visit an old college professor, two clean cut kids, Brad Majors and his fiancée Janet Weiss, run into tyre trouble and seek help at the site of a light down the road. It's coming from the Frankenstein place, where Dr Frank'n'Furter is in the midst of one of his maniacal experiments…



Frank N Furter DAVID BEDELLA

Brad MARK EVANS

Janet HALEY FLAHERTY

Magenta KARA LANE

Columbia CERIS HINE

Riff Raff BRIAN MCCANN

Rocky DOMINIC TRIBUZIO

Eddie/Dr Scott NATHAN AMZI



*



When I got home from my evening out on Saturday, I looked at my ticket. It had cost Mandy £25, and whoever let her down, ‘thank you, I had a marvellous night.’



I mean, for a start, I know the ‘Rocky Horror’ film and soundtrack very well.

And, I’d waited well over twenty years to see it.



And it was all there, everything I knew and recalled so well, was there. And what’s more, the set design and the actors were superb: right down to Liverpool’s own Micky Stark [Sinbad] playing the narrator.



This show is a cult &now I know why. It must be the only show, ever, where the audience become as much a part of the experience, as the show itself; what with the way they dress, to the heckling to stage, that occasionally garners a response.



And speaking of the way the audience dressed, wow.. my comment at the time to someone was that it was like legitimised perving, there was so much to see!



And as to the cast: The girl playing Magenta was brilliant; Columbia, good; Brad and Janet, very good. But, the fella’s playing Rocky and Frank N. Furter were brilliant.



Heck, I haven’t had as good a night out since, with good company like that for ages: and, in the audience, I managed to see and photograph, someone I hadn’t seen for years. And speaking of such thing’s, I took approximately sixty odd photograph’s.

.. no stocking's to wear.
17:34 Nov 14 2009
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Am off to see rocky horror show, on stage. I have been wating over 20 years to see it. But I have no stocking’s to wear & many of those there will be wearing them .. and, little else on a cold, cold night.. it's part of the cult of the show.

.. in stockings and suspenders: all in the best possible taste!
16:50 Nov 14 2009
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As the parents slept the Saturday afternoon away, I hit the keyboard, as the wind stormed outside, after having my bath prior to going out in the evening.



They’d gone out for their meal, with Mum waking me up after a good night, a good hour before they went out.



And, while they were out, I’d plodded round, I’d done as I do on a Saturday, only to hear the phone ring. Well, thinking it was Mike asking for help making folders on his new external hard-drive, I’d ignored the phone, until my conscience kicked in, reminding me that if someone needs help, you try to give it.



As it was, it was Mandy, who had an extra ticket for ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’, at the Liverpool Empire in the evening; and as a kinda birthday present, she wanted to know if I wanted to go.



Now these thing’s have become cult events, with most of the audience in stockings and suspenders, to match the cast: [all in ‘the best possible taste’, of course!]



And I’m not surprised they were a doze, as soon as they were home from their meal, they were both in the garden, doing as they do. Probably shattered.

onna cold, cold wet ni.ght
00:02 Nov 13 2009
Times Read: 1,068

I got in a while ago from the project onna cold, cold wet night: and the Austrian walked me to the station, after giving me a bar of high cocoa chocolate; and a birthday card with sentiments so sweet I was nearly crying on the train.

.. threads dangling from it.
16:24 Nov 12 2009
Times Read: 1,070

I’m still miffed that I didn’t get as much as one birthday card, from Pete, Vicky or Mandy: I know, I’ve avidly checked the mail each day.



Am stretching and groaning, with a grey sky over our head’s, as I slowly get ready to go out, to Liverpool, to see who I can poison: [“yeah, that jokes getting old”;] but I do think it sounds so pretentious saying, ‘I work with the homelss’, hence my sel-deprecating humour.



An then, I get a call to help set up a tv system.. Uh Huh.



Needless to say, went round, rain or not.



Now I sit here, in my terry-towel, the one that has threads dangling from it.

The Armistice – Lest We Forget
23:04 Nov 11 2009
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The Armistice – Lest We Forget



On the eleventh hour of the eleventh month, The Armistice was signed; and, so ended The Great War, The War To End All Wars’; The First World War.



This time though, there are no British veterans alive to help us celebrate the end of that war, as the last three died this year.



On of my Grandfathers died face down in a duck pond; having, ‘heard the bombs’ and dived for cover; having gone through three mustard bombs attack, almost unheard of.



The other Grandfather lost a large portion of his ankle when flying shrapnel tore it away, after a lad with shell-shock stole his dug-out.



Much later, in 1946 he was in charge of Carlett Park in Eastham, when land and buildings that would become a college of further education was a transit camp, for P.O.W.’s, returning from the Far East.



There are now few of these men still alive to thank personally, for the freedoms we enjoy today. So, let my few words say, “I haven’t forgotten.”



* *

10th November 2009
00:40 Nov 11 2009
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I got in from signing in from signing on at about 5:00 with my knees aching. Come to that, signing-on had proved amusing, to say the least. First off there’d been the weather, the sky was fantastic, dark and kinda omnipresent, quite awesome.



But my left knee had ache badstyle and, I was late: “So why are you late? Is it because it’s your birthday, or is it because your were sitting on a wall?”



“Like I told you, I was sitting on a wall, as my knee ached,” I informed her, for a second time, feeling a tad terse by now.



I was still irked by being given a change of appointment for an interview with them, without my knowledge: which I told them about, politely but certainly.



Then the young blonde whose name cannot recall came over and said to me, “Can I help you Mister Kendrick?” with a smile.



If I’d had my wits about me I’d have said, “Give me a new knee?”



Anyway, I’d got a change to the time, as I wanted, but the date they’d given me.



Then I had walked home slowly, beneath a slowly moving blue and grey sky.



Prior to making my evening meal, I’d watched the second of the two ‘Sarah Jane Adventures’ with The Doctor in. These were the last shows filmed in which David Tennant worn the suit that he’d worn for filming, since day one. Considering how hard I’ve been trying to hard these two episodes of the show, I was so pleased.



Later, I got to see ‘Equilibrium’ again, in the right frame if mind, as it were.

Safer??
00:31 Nov 10 2009
Times Read: 1,089

Safer??



Yep, it was a strange night. I’m in a coven where I don’t feel welcome: and, it’s my own. My tower is dead: and, my fingers were worse than usual.



As I told someone, “I am lonely”, but if having company means having my BP go up like it did last night, then “Heck”, I’d rather be lonely. It’s safer.



[If it’s too high I can’t take my anti-tingle tablets.]

“Little Children”
00:15 Nov 10 2009
Times Read: 1,091

Whilst I was on VR last night I started singing ‘Little Children’ in my head, as a full grown woman [I think – heck, it’s a website, could’ve been anybody] who professes to have a ‘Real Life’ coven, squabbling like a child with me.



Needless to say, I stopped.



But, before I had stopped, I had asked her one last time, to remove me from her ‘friends list.’ Heck, the only time she acknowledges my presence on VR is when she’s irked; never answered my greetings in the past and, gets a kid, to do her talking for her; and, expects me to put up with me being on her list.



Well of course I will. I have no choice in the matter, either accept it, or go ga-ga, like I think she must be to have me there, when it is patently obvious she never wanted to be friends: just, add another one to ‘the list.’



It doesn’t work that way, in my world.



In my world, you stand by your friends; you talk to them; you don’t swear at them, while you try to shout them down, again. Well, not in my world you don’t.

Doctor Who at The Fab Café
14:52 Nov 08 2009
Times Read: 1,108

At 9:30 Saturday morning, my Mother woke me, when I’d wanted to be outside the Fab Café at the very moment, queuing to get in.



And, with my gut roiling as it was so tense as I’d arisen; so I’d taken my painkillers and begun to prepare my shoulder-bag, for the journey.



Late or not, I’d bought my train tickets, so I was going to travel. At least that’s the way I figured it.



And, I’d rushed as much as I could, with the feeling that sunny or not, there was more to go wrong. So it was, a bent arm on my reading lasses didn’t faze me, nor did the cut on my top lip, from a shave that was just a tad too close.



My Father had fixed my glasses for me, as I’d sought some distraction, from the hustle of my morning. Yet no visual stimulus was sufficient for me and the clocks hands had continued to move, as I finished getting dressed.



Then, having got my look together, I’d slung my bag over my right shoulder and left the house, still wondering whether or not I’d put in it everything I’d need.



Then it was as I stood on the platform for Liverpool, I’d tried to centre myself, while I stared at the trees around me, wearing their autumnal colours.



It was only when was on the train on the way to the ‘Pool and the scenery was moving past, that I was able to breathe slower, and begin to write.



By 11:30 I was on Lime Street main, looking for my platform; and looking for my train; pleased to learn from the fella in Enquires that I’d not got long to wait.



So I’d got to the gate at platform five and tried to show my ticket, to the disinterested member of staff, who I’d immediately recalled from when I used to work, at Wavertree Technology Park with the NHS: and that fella couldn’t lift his head, nor smile way back then.



And, I’d got the Norwich train, an express I’d been told. And, by the time I was sitting in at a table seat, next to the window, writing and, drinking my coffee I had been travelling for the journey and, not the destination.



So it was I find interest in everything I saw and heard, like the fellow trying to blag a ticket, on the train when he should’ve purchased one earlier. And boy, did he try hard to use his rail-pass, for the sum of just a few quid.



And, the fellow was one of four, all well-dressed and, wearing badges dangling on their chests proclaiming the worked for the dogs trust: and, naively perhaps, I’d have thought if they were working they could all afford their fare, if they’d wanted to.



And, as the scenery passed by, I’d smiled briefly, recalling that the fellow I Enquires had told me I didn’t look fifty, when I’d told him the day was a present for such.



And so the journey carried on, until Manchester Picadilly, where I got off, to walk to the Fab Café, where thankfully, being late didn’t matter, I was still on the guest list.



Even the rain that fell later didn’t faze my good mood: I got to see Mary Tamm, the first Romanna, Sylvester McCoy, the Seventh Doctor and Terrence Dicks, the writer and Terry Malloy, the creator of the Cybermen.



Mary Tamm even let my take a little film of her, where she said ‘hello’, to someone I know, who couldn’t make it. Through my friend organizing these things, I have met all my favourite doctors and, their respective assistants, and with Mary Tamm, one female timelord.



All-in-all, a very good day.

... why bells had rung.
19:01 Nov 06 2009
Times Read: 1,123

Got to bed about 2:00 a.m. Friday morning, after leaving VR feeing really upset. Now grant you, I was tired from the project and, the ‘new’ tower kept shutting down. But that wasn’t it. It wasn’t even the crap that had been left on a profile of someone that I really like. No, what wound me up goodstyle was far simpler than that and, more in line with what’s made me who I am Now.



I’d gone into my ‘Last 10’ and noticed someone had been on my portfolio that I’d recognized, so me being me I went to check ‘em out to find out why bells had rung.



Transpired that not only did I recall the face, but to judge by the comment I’d left on their profile, I’d liked something they’d said, so I read on: even going as far as to read the text on the pictures, which I so rarely do.



‘Love is a chapter in the life of a guy, whereas to a girl it’s the book’, I’d read.

And those words that played on so many stereotypes got to me.



I was cheated on by two fiancée, the last saying to me, “Trust me, I’m not like all the others…” Well, she had been.



So Now, seventeen years in recovery, I have little trust and no expectation and then I’d read that, which seemed to suggest only girls feel, a sentiment I’ve heard before.



Well, it’s crap!



Workin the taxi’s I learnt that 99% of the drivers had been cheated on and, almost every one felt as I do Now. Geez, I’m sure I could think of other examples!



And yet, the stereotype still persists: and it bloody well sickens me.

Some people are genuinely cruel.. and downright nasty.
00:48 Nov 06 2009
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...hard night at the project.

and just found out why Ambermoon feels hurt...



Margareet left a diatribe on her comments box.

I used to think of her as someone I'd speak to, thinking she was 'real'.



No more.



Not after reading that... Shite. no need for it.

.. stifled debate?
12:09 Nov 05 2009
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Except for bullies and disloyal people, I cannot think of much worse than being overly pretentious: and, those who are ever-so precious, with what they know; or choose to impart to others, of what ‘they know.’



So it was with interest that when I reviewed my ‘Last 10’ yesterday, I smiled a little, when I realised that one of the two? Perhaps three, I had chosen to criticise in a forum thread, was there, having been on my profile.



Now, I obeyed the rules, I made sure I flamed no-one, even so CuRsEdToDaRkNeSs pops up in my messages to inform me that my thread had to be removed as it belonged in my journal.



Funny that, when Bones told me the same, over another thread, he just moved it, to where the cat does her business.



Now I’m starting to be VERY curious as to who what rules apply to and when? Is it when you criticise the supposedly knowledgeable, who display their ignorance, as I had?? And, that is exactly what I’d spoken of, but instead of honest debate, what happened?



What had happened was that I was censored, simple as.



So to sum up: It seems to me very curious indeed that just hours after making my observations, not only was I visited by one of those I was I’d sought to speak of, but I was censured.



And, I find it galling, as I’d been extra careful to abide by VR TOS when I’d made my forum post.

.. working?? I think so!?!
23:31 Nov 04 2009
Times Read: 1,137

Wednesday night saw me running checkdesk on the ‘new’ tower, after reloading the previously installed drivers: which I’d have thought of doing, if my head had been working, out of panic mode. As it was, “all” I had to do was goto Packard Bell’s website and, put in the serial number, then pull up all the specifications, on this particular machine. And once I’d done that, I could load the drivers it needed.



The pity was, I’d been doing this after helping my Father get updated with digital, during which time he obtained information from a helpdesk, which was not wholly accurate. And, by combining it with stuff I knew, I ended up giving myself the stations I’ve wanted for ages. That said, I wouldn’t have been able to do it with out Dad making that call. Ah, and while out on a walk to clear my head, I ended up being collared by Mike, to help his neighbour clear an on screen display.



On the way home from his, in the dark and the rain, I saw some strange things: like a blind lady, leading her friend down the street, who was partially sighted. Then a short while later, a jogger in dressed in orange, whose face had looked the same colour. As he jogged passed me, I thought to myself, ‘There goes a heart attack, waiting to happen.’ Once home, it’d been back to the back-room, with the reading glasses on, to get as much done on the Packard Bell as possible, before my Father nagged me to eat, which he’s prone to do, when he believes it is necessary.

.. when I panic
23:23 Nov 03 2009
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Back at mine, I went walkies, having had enough of computers already and, I still hadn’t installed the anti-virus, or the codecs. Then later, as avoidance from the PC I decided to root out a something for Mike and I for the evening and decided on the film, ‘Severance’, having almost forgotten just how good that film was.

As it was, Mike had agreed with my choice: which had pleased me.



Later I had returned to the PC, to put on an anti-virus and get on VR.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t hook up to the net and ended up sending a panicky email to my friend Karl, who I think is quite tolerant, most-times, when I panic.

.. am on the laptop, again .. the tower finally died.
00:10 Nov 03 2009
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am on the laptop, again.. the tower finally died.





Thanks to a virus, old age and a few missing files, the tower had died and, it seemed the ‘new’ Packard Bell wouldn’t see the keyboard. So a call to Karl was made; “Plug it back in, turn it off and turn it off again.” I took the advice, after ensuring I’d done all I could, working on things I’m not at al comfortable with. Well with the fresh install on the tower finally at seventy one per cent, I took sanctuary in my bedroom, to watch some of ‘Xtro 2’, as I sought distraction from the salvage room that the backroom had become. And although my hands now ached like billyo and my wrist felt like it was made of jelly, if this works as it might, I should have a newer, bigger but smaller tower, that does as it should. At least when I left the backroom that was the idea of the exercise. And, as I watched the film, I waited not-so patiently.

.. hadn't listened, to those who know!!
23:54 Nov 02 2009
Times Read: 1,147

The fellow next door has spent the last two days spraying water onto the bricks he’d laid down both back and front, having ignored the advice he was given by my Dad and, our immediate neighbour on the left.



They had both told him to crush the stones that he was going to lay down onto and he hadn’t listened and Sunday morning, after a night’s heavy rain the front of the their property is swimming in several inches of water.



“She says he never listens,” Little Mother had told me, in a conspiratorial tone, talking of the woman who actually owns the property.



My question of Dad had been, “So if it damages the damp course, can we sue him?”

And, I had been joking, just. I mean, both my Father and the fellow next door, who’d offered the fellow advice, both knew what they’d been talking about, so he should have listened. Yet, he hadn’t, hence the flooding: “Daft sod.”