Tuesday, February 27, 2007
There is a sense of disquiet in residence chez Pynchon. I feel nervous and anxious. I don't know what to do with myself. I get up. I wander around the house. I go out. I come home. I eat. I watch TV. (Last night Lorraine convinced me that I wanted to watch "Roman Holiday" starring Audrey Hepburn. Nice little film, bittersweet even, but so fucking slow. Yawns loudly. Lorraine recently bought a box set of Audrey Hepburn films - "Breakfast At Tiffany's", "Funny Face", "Paris - When It Sizzles", "Sabrina" and "Roman Holiday" and I have honestly enjoyed all of them except for "Roman Holiday".) I go to bed.
Bollocks to this. I know what it is. I put it down the presence of the builders outside doing the off road parking thing.
They have done nothing to me. They are perfectly nice guys. The job looks good. The site is as tidy as it can be. Bar a couple of delays due to bad weather, the job looks like it will nearly be completed on time. All is good.
Except that I want the builders gone. I don't want them knocking my door and wanting something from me. I don't want the hassle. I want things to be serene and straight and nice. I want peace and quiet. I don't want to be bothered.
If I was paranoid I might suspect that Lorraine planned for this disaster to happen while I was having a break from work, so that I would have to deal with it, but I'm not paranoid. Am I?
Nah, just mentally ill. Probably.
(Takes deep breath.)
I am out later seeing the Fratellis at the Carling Academy. Before that I will be meeting up with the mighty Graham for a brew or two. Before that I will be making some phone calls and before that I will be watching the news. Which is about 10 minutes away.
So, I'll leave you with this clip that I found on You Tube. Enjoy. It's not as rocking as the Katrina and the Waves version, but didn't the Bangles look nice and didn't Mr. Spock look cool? And Debbi Petersen sings lead!
Pop music. Isn't it great?
Bollocks to this. I know what it is. I put it down the presence of the builders outside doing the off road parking thing.
They have done nothing to me. They are perfectly nice guys. The job looks good. The site is as tidy as it can be. Bar a couple of delays due to bad weather, the job looks like it will nearly be completed on time. All is good.
Except that I want the builders gone. I don't want them knocking my door and wanting something from me. I don't want the hassle. I want things to be serene and straight and nice. I want peace and quiet. I don't want to be bothered.
If I was paranoid I might suspect that Lorraine planned for this disaster to happen while I was having a break from work, so that I would have to deal with it, but I'm not paranoid. Am I?
Nah, just mentally ill. Probably.
(Takes deep breath.)
I am out later seeing the Fratellis at the Carling Academy. Before that I will be meeting up with the mighty Graham for a brew or two. Before that I will be making some phone calls and before that I will be watching the news. Which is about 10 minutes away.
So, I'll leave you with this clip that I found on You Tube. Enjoy. It's not as rocking as the Katrina and the Waves version, but didn't the Bangles look nice and didn't Mr. Spock look cool? And Debbi Petersen sings lead!
Pop music. Isn't it great?
Labels: Building, Movies, Music
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Very quick post. I have 5 minutes until the Brit Awards start and Oasis play the greatest live set of all time. (Hey, I can hope.)
The front drive has been dug out. We still have Water, Electricity, Gas, Cable and Internet access. All is right with the world and my tension headache has ceased. Approaching the house this evening I had visions of Electricity cables sparking ominously in the moonlight, the house still smouldering from the flames that raged through it, before being put out by the water from the broken water pipes.
I'm outta here man! I might be back later, but you never know. It is Valentine's Day, after all...
The front drive has been dug out. We still have Water, Electricity, Gas, Cable and Internet access. All is right with the world and my tension headache has ceased. Approaching the house this evening I had visions of Electricity cables sparking ominously in the moonlight, the house still smouldering from the flames that raged through it, before being put out by the water from the broken water pipes.
I'm outta here man! I might be back later, but you never know. It is Valentine's Day, after all...
Monday, February 12, 2007
I am incredibly stressed.
Lorraine has convinced me that the best thing to do to increase the value of our house is to go for off-road parking. A group of men are coming on Wednesday to start to rip out the front gardens of myself and our Neighbour (Mr. Rasta - nice guy) before laying the foundations of a structure that will accommodate several cars off-road.
We do not own a car. Mr. Rasta has two.
I am incredibly stressed.
Water pipes. Electricity wires. Gas pipes. Cable/Broadband ... Er... Cables. I am expecting the worst.
I do not know how I manage to allow myself to be talked into such things.
I really cannot write anymore now. I am off to shoot myself.
Lorraine has convinced me that the best thing to do to increase the value of our house is to go for off-road parking. A group of men are coming on Wednesday to start to rip out the front gardens of myself and our Neighbour (Mr. Rasta - nice guy) before laying the foundations of a structure that will accommodate several cars off-road.
We do not own a car. Mr. Rasta has two.
I am incredibly stressed.
Water pipes. Electricity wires. Gas pipes. Cable/Broadband ... Er... Cables. I am expecting the worst.
I do not know how I manage to allow myself to be talked into such things.
I really cannot write anymore now. I am off to shoot myself.
