More Greater Anglia woes to begin Wednesday. Cancelling a ticket and then rebooking is more costly than writing off the original and rebooking.
Buch of crooks – purely in a linguistic sense, and not from an operational point of view, you understand.
It’s enough to make you want to bugger off back down to S Ldn for a month. Or more.
Bring it on.
I played the Kitty, Daisy and Lewis Superscope CD that arrived yesterday. I love those dudes. It’s great to see how they have developed from some rough yet talented Camden kids, to become very, very accomplished musicians and songwriters.
There’s even a glammy element to their latest album, but all still played through the prism of their rockabilly roots.
My phone kept on ringing all morning from unknown numbers.
I suspect yet more chancers wanting to pitch in for the developer work I advertised for yesterday – despite saying NO CALLS, emails only.
Album of the Day: Weather Report – Heavy Weather
More jazz, this time of the funk variety. It put me to sleep after the first couple of tracks. It was all a little too Kenny G for my liking. It livened up slightly with the Latin feel. Maybe I just wan’t in the mood for all that jazz.
A quote arrived from an electrician for what should be some basic household work. I need a new mortgage to cover the quote.
Candles it is, then.
Some cheapo sausages were sourced from the Coop. These went straight in the freezer ahead of whenever I can be arsed to rustle up my sausage surprise. Clue: it involves mash and beans.
News of the Surrey Members’ events for the season ahead dropped. They seem to be scaled back a little this year – which is odd, especially during an Ashes summer.
Still, the AGM should be a decent piss up with the Peter May boys.
Oh – Dulwich sacked their manager. Again. I didn’t even get to see Barnes in action, given the crappiness of Greater Anglia and the stupid engineering works over the winter months.
I sold my (slightly) b0Rked Apple Keyboard. That will pay for the Italian keyboard, which is holding up rather well. I put it through a bit of a bashing earlier with a particularly heavy live work session.
I missed out by 20p on a pair of retro Forest shorts.
Life’s too short, etc.
Which doesn’t explain why I wasted a whole evening following the Lambeth Budget meeting back at the Town Hall. It’s the same every year: Labour hand wringing, the opposition being shouted down, and the Labour Nod Squad doing what they do best at the end.
Oh yeah: Julie London *swoon*
What a way to end the day.
Links for Wednesday 1st March, 2023
Brompton boss frustrated to be fighting “war of attrition” against rip-off rivals | road.cc