The sun is shining (ignore the ice encrusting the greenhouse), the sky is blue, and there is a spring in my step because...

I'm going to be in a book!

David Keenan is writing a book about the British musical underground, seems to think that the A Band can be traced back to The Strolling Ones (the eighties band i was in with stewartkeith ), who, over twenty years ( Read more... )

Still coughing and spluttering. What a time for BTCV to get back in touch about a new conservation project. I'm not going. Other gripes: Perfect Defender. Housemate filing sink with shite. Mysogynist twat on RationalWiki.

better things: Went to Fermoys (dire garden centre which used to be good) to find Christmas trees. came across a black one and a ( Read more... )

(enters Torquay)
(searches Torquay for hoover bags)
(it's the biggest town for over twenty miles)
(it entirely lacks hoover bags)
(leaves Torquay, finds some in a tiny electrical shop in Paignton)
(for the five hundredth time, despairs of Torquay)

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Wednesday: Went to see 300 with rebelfilms. it wasn't on until after eight, so we faffed on the beach - where we made an amazing discovery! There was a trail of rectangular imprints along the beach, reminiscent of the marks of a pogo stick (I haven't seen a pogo stick since about 1977 so my recall of their details is a little vague). We followed ( Read more... )

To get to Paignton from the college you have to get on the 12A bus, which, for reasons known only to Stagecoach, wends its way serenely around the back roads of Roselands housing estate (and then on its way to Brixham, it takes another detour to finish off the rest of the estate). Whatever for? Nearly always, nobody gets on or off during this ( Read more... )

Fairground piccies!


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