I’m quite knowledgeable about vintage spectacles. I mean, I’ve been wearing them for a number of years.
This evening, I watched a few minutes of a Western. It was one of those films that you know is going to be terrible after just a few minutes.
Anyway, being a Western, it was set in the 1800s. Which means that glasses didn’t have nosepads. Or plastic temple tip covers.
I quite like Film 4’s Christmas commercial. Well, perhaps not the commercial itself; the soundtrack’s great. Eels’ Everything’s gonna be cool this Christmas.
After going to a run of Ainsley Lister gigs, including two at Glastonbury, I’d not seen him play for a few years, until last night.
OK, so he’s a little self indulgent at times, but that’s easy to forgive because he plays so well.
A man with real talent.
I’m (very slowly) plastering the main bedroom and decided to push on with the work this morning. While waiting for a firewood delivery and a boiler man, I mixed a large batch of plaster. For ease, I use one of those general purpose plastic tubs; the sort meant for use in the garden or for building work. It has convenient handles, which are great to hang the tub from a ladder.
On opening the front door when the firewood arrived, I heard a loud bang from upstairs. Afraid of finding the inevitable, I put the wood away, delaying my return upstairs.
My assumption was unfortunately correct, a snapped handle had resulted in the tub falling from the top of the ladder. Naturally, there was plaster pretty much everywhere. Floor, wall (not the one being plastered), the bed, even the ceiling.