Pynchon

I have been burning CD's for a friend. I have the address to send them to around here somewhere. (Sorry LB.) I also have some CD's to listen to. (Sorry Katy.)

At the moment, that is about it. I intend to get back into this blogging thing properly over the weekend.

Would anybody be interested in why I made the choices that I did with regard to my compilation for Shuffleathon 2007? 'Course you would.

Next time.

Labels: Music, Shuffleathon

Yesterday was a barrel of laughs. At approximately 1pm I was at the City Hospital, Accident and Emergency unit having an evil Torturer Doctor stick a blunt green needle into my right index finger, to extract the pus that had been gathering for a week. You might say that it was an interesting experience. I now realise that I am not a Hollywood tough guy. I screamed, I sweated, I cried, I ground my teeth and cursed God, the Devil and Margaret Thatcher.

It was all my own fault. I should have tried to see a Doctor during last week, but I always find it very difficult to get an appointment. (Body heal thyself, yes?) Since I did the gardening a week ago, I had been increasingly bothered by a tender spot on my right index finger, just below the nail. During the week the, lets call it a boil, got bigger and bigger, more and more painful and eventually turned a Prince-like beautiful shade of purple by Saturday evening. On Sunday morning it had started to turn black and my hand hurt me.

Ah...

I rang the fountain of all wisdom. (My Mom. Lorraine was still in Golders Green.) She ordered me to the hospital. Just as well. The very nice nurse told me that my hand had become infected and scowled at me for waiting so long before seeing somebody. The Torturer Doctor did his thing, I was packed off with a prescription of Flucloxacillin and told to come back if the swelling didn't cease by Wednesday this week.

Frankly I feel like utter shit. My hand is very stiff and I can barely touch type, but that is not the half of it. I don't know if it is the tablets doing it, but last night I was very hot, had flu like symptoms and a chronic headache which has only partially gone away. I have also noticed that my poo is coming out as little bullet like stools, which definitely isn't normal. (Too much information, maybe?)

Such is life. It gave me something to write about, anyway.

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Better things. The lovely J has posted up her review of my Shuffleathon CD. I think the lady more or less liked it. Nice one.

Labels: Illness, Shuffleathon

There should be a review of Maximum Bob's Shuffleathon CD around here somewhere. Hang on a minute. I'll just have a look for it.

(Has a look.)

Hmm.... I can't find it.

No. Now I remember. I've deleted it because it was a piece of shit! (The review that is, not the CD. I'm listening to it now and there are two tracks that I think are absolutely wonderful.)

OK. I am in some kind of fanatical, perfection seeking mood where everything I write is unsatisfactory and not worthy of the genius that I am. I'll get over it. Sorry Maximum Bob. I cannot even promise that when the review finally appears it will have been worth the wait.

I will be back at the weekend. Tomorrow I am off to see Ian Brown at the Carling Academy.

Now I'm off now to watch "Californication". Lorraine hates it. I think it is really funny.

Labels: Block, Shuffleathon