Grandad July 19th, 2007
I woke this morning at half five and went to do what old folk do at half five in the morning.
I went back to bed, but I was wide awake so I got up again.
I’m glad I did.
The sun is shining fit to bust. The birds are shouting their heads off, and the builders in the neighbours ruin haven’t started shouting in a foreign language yet.
On top of that, the grounds of Headrambles Manor look great. I finally cut the grass yesterday. It hasn’t been cut in weeks because of the rain, so it was sort of long….
My lawn yesterday morning
It was a bitch to cut, and it took two hours as I had to keep unblocking the chute at the back of the machine. Forest Gump made it look easy. There is nothing worse than plunging your arm down a narrow tube to clear out the grass, and not knowing what else you are scooping out. Sorry Sandy – I know you have to go somewhere!
Anyway, I feel I have done my penance, so the amnesty is over, and the fatwah is back on all tourists and sunglasses wearers.
Incidentally, Brianf - where is that shipment of laser sights that I ordered off you? And the RPGs still haven’t arrived either. I’m running low on the latter.
On days like today, I really feel good to be alive.
Grandad July 19th, 2007
Picture the scene last Sunday:
I’m sitting half asleep at midday. I’ve only had three hours sleep because K8 the GR8 and TAT have been on the tiles all night celebrating K8′s birthday. They stayed the night, and are clattering around me. TAT [fair play to him] is frying up a breakfast, and Herself is wandering around in a daze as she too missed her sleep. K8 is giving out about her hangover. Puppychild is having a fine time bashing our Sandy over the head with a tray.
In other words, a quiet Sunday, where I just wish I’m in bed.
Suddenly I remember – it’s Podcast time! I had forgotten all about it. So I connect up to tell the other Podcast members that they can stick it for once.
But it’s too late. They have me on line and I can’t get off again.
So into the middle of this domestic chaos I am suddenly speaking to America and Australia. And I haven’t a clue what we are talking about. There is no schedule or running order. We just talk about wherever the conversation takes us, and the result is fun.
In the next hour, myself, Baino, Brianf, Jefferson and K8 bat the breeze [as they say], with occasional interruptions from Granny, TAT, Drummerboy, Puppychild and Sandy. There’s even a contribution from the New Zealand Pubcast crew.
The whole lot was recorded and has been edited by Jefferson to remove the rude bits [well, most of them].
Nip over and have a listen.
I think it is the best show yet. It’s chaos. It’s fun. It’s zany.
It’s also the last show. So it’s a bit of a party.
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