Monthly Archives: May 2017

Iron III

We have a new iron. I preferred the old one, though; it was lighter and a lot less complicated. However, there are similarities. Yes, the new one has a handle too, and a point at the front. But the new iron is mostly blue, in a retro 90s iMac kind of way. The combustable one also had an old iMac look about it, although it was purple. 

I wonder why this particular appliance would retain the semi-transparent 90s look while other devices have long since abandoned it. I may need to research the ironing market to establish whether our new iron is unique or whether an iron specific fashion now persists.

Another noteworthy point about our new iron is that it has a dual purpose. It seems that children may also amuse themselves with it. Yes, although it’s unsuitable for children under the age of eight. I suppose that younger children could face a risk of choking on small parts. 

This is, though, a huge design improvement. Our old iron, which also had a dual function (as a flamethrower), would not have been suitable for infants.

End of a journey

Last night saw the end of an incredible journey. 

With my second in command and my eldest daughter, I went to see Mr William McCarthy at the Cluny. We last saw him there a couple of years ago, during his last solo tour. 

And, of course, we’ve seen him play this year, in Berlin and Munich. We’d have fitted in another UK gig but, sadly, work meant that wasn’t possible. 

As we’ve now come to expect, Mr McCarthy’s performance was astounding. I’ve still to see anyone else put so much effort, no, heart into a couple of hours. 

I do miss the Augustines, I still think about their final tour, last year (we saw them four times). But it’s clear that Billeh will make sure that Augustines will never be forgotten. 

The spontaneous acoustic on a narrow ledge was pretty impressive And, as usual, last night’s gig included impressions and stories. The man’s a natural raconteur. 

Afterwards, there was great conversation on the steps of the Cumby.

While I do still hope that the Augustines will reform one day, there’s no doubt that his solo career has a real future. 

Iron II

Now that it’s cooled down, I’ve been able to inspect the iron. It seems that the plate has acually partly melted. 

One must wonder what these things are actually made from. 

Iron & fire

Or, rather, iron on fire. As I was ironing shirts for work, the iron suddenly gripped a shirt, dragging as I tried to move it. This was quickly followed by a strong electrical burning smell. And smoke. 

Having experienced a loss of electricity last weekend, my cat-like reflexes sprung into action and I quickly turned off the power. 

The iron then entered full burning mode, but an (other) electrical disaster was avoided. 

I may recount last weekend’s trauma on another occasion. Tomorrow, a new iron shall be purchased. 

Walls (part I)

A day later than planned, I’ve plastered a wall. 

It’s the smallest wall, but I don’t like to be too ambitious as it’s a couple of years since I last plastered a wall. 

Not a bad result though.