I finally saw one of pinkglasses novels for sale in an actual shop! I think this says more about my local 'bookshops' than the quality of her work.
otoh it was only 2 quid. it makes me wonder how this works in terms of profit and authors percentages when books have a cover prive of 7.99 but are being sold -new, not in second hand shops- for £2? I later looked on amazon and this one was the same price (though her others are higher priced).
its also very good so far. she writes with such excellent use of historical era languages and slang. I noticed this in her other ones too. i'm glad this one has a glossery at the back though!
nearly choked to death* on a piece of kale yesterday. I had to stick my fingers down my throat to dislodge the fucker. urgh. honestly you don't get this trouble from biscuits**. that'll teach me to eat vegetables.
*likely not actual death. **well, you do, but I forgive biscuits.
and in further adventures with wildlife, yesterday I was walking across the school field and I could see a guy in what looked like a hazmat suit. very sinister. he was walking away but I was walking towards the mysterious coolbox he seemed to have left. then I realised it was bees.
what was the bee man doing? letting them out? or what. there was a cloud of bees around me for a moment, cue brief panic, then they were gone. but where? I looked up and maybe 6 feet above my head was a bunch of bees just hanging there!!
interesting. and quite cool in a don't-come-anywhere-near-me kinda way.
by now hazmat bee man was back, with a, erm, bucket on a stick.
I asked him what the plan was.
wop them in the bucket, drop em in the hive, take em away.
ok then. I left before a swarm of angry bees decided to argue with the bucket.
'they' drained part of the local canal here to repair the gates, and for fun you could visit this hole in the ground! fascinating! the gates usually last about 20 years but they've had to replace them early cos of a sinister crack in one.
each gate is make from farmed oak and costs £15,000. they weigh a tonne and a half and which the special crane boat and the draining and everything the whole process is about £60,000.
they have to use historical era fixtures and fittings (eg the oak) because the canal is a historical monument.
this canal was built in 1778, but this tiny lock section was bombed during ww2 and they had to repair it quickly to keep the coal coming from warwick, so they just poured concrete in it to fix it instead of using bricks.
before draining, they have to remove all the fish by electrocuting them to stun them and relocate them up stream.
the old manky gates will be sent to claydon for re use and the unusable wood is gonna make someone some fine vintage oak logs when they've dried out!
I also learnt that canal walls are basically built like a pyramid and therefore at the base (14 feet down in this case) the wall goes out as much as 20 feet thick, narrowly as it rises.
theres supposed to be some pictures here but photos aren't playing nice. basically some 250 year old underwater bricks and 20 foot high gates.
I found a 1943 farthing on the floor at work the other day. I am informed this was worth a quarter of a penny. I showed it to one of the managers and he said 'just goes to show how long long since you swept'. cheeky fucker.
i'm guessing maybe it was someones lucky farthing.
I need some polyfiller. just a tad, for a tiny hole in the wall. dad'll have some. found 9 of those sealant tube things, and entire deep drawer of tubs of nails, screws and bolts, more cans of paint than there are walls in the house, and so much more.
no polyfilla though.
you might argue they will be useful one day, but no-one needs 5 almost empty cans of ant spray.
Oh lord Confused, dont tell us that you have that 'packrat' affliction that is so hard to avoid for some of us, acquired from years of having fk all or a window to throw it out off I never throw out stuff that MIGHT be useful in some distant future. Just one drawer of nails, screws , dried up glue n other useless stuff, that hardly counts, I can say with great authority that the 'stuff' will expand to fill the place available and with a sizable garage / workshop and an even larger shed / storage building MY collection is considerable. I AM working on 'thinning it out' but damn it hard to throw out that stuff that MAY be useful one day and those damn little containers of screws n nails must breed when Im not looking cos they always seem to be overflowing and in need of a larger or additional container. I will clean it up next week, honest........!!!
so if I win the lotto on Saturday I've found the house I want. you know i'm not greedy, I don't want a mansion, but a good size garden that's maybe big enough for a pond and some llamas. I saw one in my local paper for a mere 650,000 (no seriously that's cheap for what and where it is) but the clincher
Key features Individual detached family home Beautiful gardens extending to approx. 1 acre Tennis court Swimming pool Model railway Double garage
so swimming pool, ok cool, tennis courts, meh, turn them into llama land, but model railway!!!
its one of the guage ones where you can sit of the back of it.
I've often said if I ever had a place where the gardens are so vast you can't see the end of them from the house, that i'd have a model railway running round the garden. and this bloody has one!!!
so dad went away for a few days. chance to deal with this hole (without him knowing you see, cos i'll only get moaned at), this time I was ready and bought some filla. ready to use. took all of 3 minutes. quick dry, sand down. now to paint over it. except there are so many magnolia-esque tins of paint in the garage. which one? so I found what I thought was the right one. nope. way darker. oh well, at least I tried. picture back up on the wall covering it up. I doubt this walls getting painted again until I move out again. which is never, mwa hahaha. because who can afford that!
I ended up in a rather shitty looking amusement arcade in the Melbourne suburbs.
and in further adventures with google maps, I was having a late night browse around the world, as you do, and was on Ascension Island, in the middle of the atlantic ocean, looking at all the secret radio towers, and I noticed someone had left a review for a crappy base cinema.
well, it was great.
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★★★★★ 7 months ago
T3 Cinema, I was mistaken to think this was in some way an even decent theatre. To be honest the only reason I wanted to watch a movie is because this bloody island is boring. Turns out it's named T3 because it's short for Taken 3. They have 3 theaters(12x12 room that smells like wet dog and indian food with a 1998 colored tv in the corner, no chairs). You don't pay anything you just sort of give whatever is in your pocket to a toothless drunk man with an eye patch who mumbles then cackles real loudly and points to a room. He slaps every person on the ass that goes by him and roars with laughter. The first room plays 1 movie, Taken. Thinking this strange I left as I've seen it before. The second room was just starting Taken 2. There were only 2 people in there. Well I haven't seen that one in a while so I sat down and watched it. When it was done they took out the VHS and popped in another. It was The Grey. Hmm that's odd I thought, another Liam Neeson movie. Well I didn't feel like watching Liam fight wolves in the mountains so I went over to room 3. Room 3 was empty, upon walking in low and behold it was Taken 3. I had not seen this one yet so curious and bored I stayed. To my surprise Liam in this one is framed for a murder and must find out who set him up...and of course kill everyone. The poor guy is going to have his dog kidnapped in Taken 4. So...if you are a Liam fan and enjoy countless smelly hours of monotonous beating please either hit your head against the wall for 4 hoursor go here.
and as I read this guys further 150 or so reviews, its obvious he's never been to any of those places, but it was very entertaining. check em out, Bryan Rekowski .
I have been to Ascension Island 4 times! Just passing through on the way to or from The Falklands. Had about an hour there each time while aircrew RAF change and plane refuelled and more food taken on board for the next 9 hours of very boring flight. All there is to see from the windows is sea. Only as the descent into RAF Mount Pleasant begins does it get a bit interesting with the Jet boys. A Tornado Squadron when I went now given over to the Eurofighter/Typhoon. Well these Jet Jocks put themselves a short distance from the wings of the plane you are flying in on giving a good photo op. Best Ascension landing was the first just after dawn. Witnessed an electrical storm over Senegal in the half light as we started our slow decent. Quite spectacular. Then as the sun rose there was a small black dot ahead all alone at sea. The island is like you would imagine the surface of Mars to look. Volcanic rock and dust everywhere with wild Donkeys wandering. You know it is not actually Mars when you spot them. The aircraft taxis back along what I now know to be one of the worlds longest runways. So long infact the space shuttle can use it as a reserve should other earthly runways be out of commission. Plane parks up near a compound that is razor wire fenced off. This is where we are to go! There are behind the wire a small portacabin NAFFI and tables and chairs in the very hot sun. It is around 400 meters from the bottom of the aircraft steps ans as our flight was dry. watching people walk faster and break into a run when the word goes around that cans of beer are available is quite comical. It could only be bettered if the Benny Hill music were played over speakers at that time. Then we are LOCKED into the compound!!! Cant have any of us spying now. Occasionally the aircraft goes out of service due to a maintenance issue. I.E the bulb that lights the toilet in use sign has blown! Not sure if that is really true but some swear it is because you can be stuck there for a week until the next flight in. At this point the compound is unlocked and passengers are directed to accommodation for the interim. Portacabin basic but O.K You can swim and see the green turtles that are around the island shores. Go on a Landrover safari up Green mountain. The only green there is on the island. The top is almost always shrouded in cloud. There are big concrete cistern built there many years ago to capture the rainforest wetness from the mountain for the islands fresh water supply. You are accommodated for free and fed for free and can drink as much very cheap booze as you can take until the aircraft is ready to go again. The RAf have very strict safety attitude's to serviceability of their planes. So a commercial flight might put a w.c out of action I can fully believe them not flying with a toilet door bulb blown. I am sure it has nothing at all to do with the crew fancying a bit of a tropical break for a few days..... My last flight home from the Falklands was delayed in leaving due to some nasty windshear possibilities that would have been very dangerous. So we all sat making bad jokes about crashing. Drinking NAFFI coffee and eating NAFFI gingernuts. A most excellent dunking biscuit due to them being as hard as concrete. But ohh so tasty. Consiquently we arrived at the halfway point home Ascention round 9.00 p.m As we were late the turnaround was a bit longer than on the incoming leg. How awful that we had to sit in a warm tropical evening with some cheap NAFFI Pringles and ice cold beers. It was hell I tell you. But the Sky! No light pollution and we were still just in the Southern Hemisphere and sky watcking was the thing to do. Cinema! No way.
I read this guys further 150 or so reviews, its obvious he's never been to any of those places, but it was very entertaining. check em out, Bryan Rekowski .
I had an idea for a novel one, or it could have been a dream, or indeed both. In this dream/novel, I kept coming across this same person. Not meeting them but just reading mention of them, or seeing they'd signed a visitors' book just before me. Sometimes near misses, sometimes just placeless/timeless references. I began to become worried, concerned, intrigued. Pondering the significance of these multiple coincidences. Wondering if I was somehow being stalked in advance, destined to follow this person without ever meeting them. Bryan Rekowski could be that person.
I do like random. My mind does random very well. Do you ever start thinking (does one ever STOP thinking?) and some time later realise that you're a million miles away from where you started with no idea how you got there? Or by where you passed? That's why it's called 'lost in thought' I suppose. And then there's the moment you realise a cliche actually means something; the words might have lost their lustre over time but they retain there power, if only one would be not put off by the ageing exterior. How true that is of buildings and people too. Things get old and we kind of pass them by, assuming their irrelevance to today. (Though I'm sure not everyone does that, in fact I know they don't)
And did you know that I sometimes get stuck in the quote box and can't get out? This forum does strange things sometimes.
Very similar to the red light district in Amsterdam. Cats strut their stuff on display while you walk up and down the aisles looking for some feline pleasure. One catches your eye and you say, "I want that one". You are put into a room with the cat where it begins a coy approach getting closer and closer to you, excitement mounts. You reach out a hand, it shy's away. You reach out again, it touches you barely then before you know it it's rubbing against your hand, leg, you are touching it's butt as your heart pumps and over-excitement takes you. Then BOOM you bust your load, the cat notices, it backs away and hisses showing it's true colors as it walks away from the meaningless encounter. Someone escorts you out as an unsatisfied shocked look steals over your face. As soon as you step back into the aisles there they are again and your desire is no less. What they offer is a fake fleeting promise of love and trust if only real for a second. It never lasts long, just like you. 5/5 would do it again though.
Witnessed an electrical storm over Senegal in the half light as we started our slow decent. Quite spectacular. Then as the sun rose there was a small black dot ahead all alone at sea. The island is like you would imagine the surface of Mars to look. Volcanic rock and dust everywhere with wild Donkeys wandering.
wow. also wild donkeys. why don't they like..eat them?! lol
all my life I think i'd like to live on a remote island somewhere. even before google maps i'd pour over the pinprick islands in me atlas that said 'uk' on. but I suppose the reality of somewhere like ascension island would be shit! rather than being a place to live a quiet life you'd probably have to be really sociable and easy going to get on with the relatively few people there. and a volcanic rock with stringy donkeys, bored jet pilots and substandard pringles frankly does not cry 'desert island' as I want it!
what I now know to be one of the worlds longest runways. So long infact the space shuttle can use it as a reserve should other earthly runways be out of commission
I love excellent trivia like this. theres almost no way they would have ever landed the shuttle there as rescueing it after such a landing would be nigh on impossible. they did land the nasa shuttles away from home, but only in places where a fuck-off crane to lift it onto a 747 for a piggyback ride to base.
see also easter island, guam, cape verde etc. theorectically most international airports had long enough runways, but for security and safety they would have only chosen remoter places. a lot of west Africa and spain were established landing spots. Dakar in Senegal was a landing site for concorde flying from Europe to south America, and hence has a long runway.
but anyway back to my atlas. so they joy of google earth, especially satellite view is you find all these dot places that never were in my printed book.
if you find st Helena, on satellite view and zoom out a bit you can basically see the underwater atlantic tectonic plate which the island is more or less on. this is what causes earthquakes and volcanoes up to the canaries and Iceland (and a mega tsunami just waiting to happen!)
zoom out a bit more with the edge of brazil on one side and the inner edge of west Africa on the other.
of the coast of equatorial guinea lies the smallest African country- 2 islands called sao tome and principe. nearby are Bioko and Annabon which are part of guinea. all of these are volcanic little spots of land. bioko is just a forested volcano about a mile long with a town and a runway.
all of these island are part of a volcanic chain from camerroon highland and central Africa.
but on google satellite you can see these chain extend out under the sea like a close up of some blue aliens acne!
its quite exciting!
but head back across to brazil on the same heading, at the point where a long time past the 2 continents were joined together, theres a couple ancient volcanic island there.
a billion *(citation needed;can't be bothered to check)year ago all these islands were squished up together in one land mass. and now, oceans apart!
illa fernado de noronha and about the same size as bioko and a eco-marine park and even timier and further north is roca which is a godamn atoll! a broken top of a underwater volcano. and we're not in the caribeean yet, this is still the ocean!
all these places are not in my atlas. google may be evil, but google maps is awesome.
more google map adventures. I wish I knew how to copy n paste map points. I don't. so, go to uk, thames estuary
Try this handy tool I use a lot for copy and pasting stuff that some sites wont let you do....
In Windoze start menu search for 'snipping tool' and move it to a handy spot for quick access, using it you can highlight and copy ANYTHING on the screen and paste wherever you want it or save it as a jpg to post it someplace..... I use it a lot (wont directly paste here though, deal with it same as you do with a pic!)
and a quality place it is too! its basically a concrete warehouse on a trading estate between a pizza hut, and Iceland megastore and a closed down poundworld. over the road from the coffee-pod factory. because I am nothing if not all class!
as some point I've got to start doing weights but at the moment its mostly me side eyeing other people to watch how the next daunting piece of equipment works.
my legs are strong at fuck from all the walking I do non stop all day at work, but I end the day stiff and sore and unable to bend (because no exercise regime would suggest 8 hours of continuous same movements). and theres the ongoing problems with my neck.
basically i'm getting old and knackered and despite being active all day I am weak as shit.
but we'll see. i'm not sure how I feel about going down there in the evening now the nights are drawing in. plus I made the fatal mistake of going after work the other day. urgh, it was full of people running and pumping iron and stuff.
I'm not a gym person as a rule but have experienced that 'oasis of calm' feeling of an empty gym. It is bliss, truly. I lived opposite one and found Saturday mornings often to be the quietest times. At busy times, it's the noise that got to me; thumpingly loud 'work that body' soundtrack and pounding treadmills. I prefer my exercise lazy and quiet. Walking is perhaps my favourite form of exercise but my wife assures me that I don't walk fast enough for it to count as exercise!
Post by thesentientpasty on Sept 20, 2018 10:50:51 GMT
Gyms? I don't need no stinking gyms! After three months of nearly non-stop gardening, I'm ripped.
Well, slightly muscleier. And almost fat-free. Which is good.
But I have also torn a tendon in my left shoulder, which still hurts two months on, and my right elbow is in near-constant pain. Grip strength, from shovel-mixing mortar and concrete, along with block and brick laying, is now appalling.
A couple of days ago my plywood arrived for the shed lining. Van driver showed me the package in the back of the van (11 sheets of 8-by-4 plywood, all taped together with a plastic sheet protecting it) and I offered to help him unload it. Bad mistake. It weighs about 140kg, all-in, and as I tried to lift it with him, I just had to say 'no, can't do this'.