I’m on a bus to Washington right now. I’m meeting a mate there, then we’re off to a computer fair in Sunderland. I’ve not been to one of those in around a decade, probably longer. The internet pretty much killed off computer fairs, so it’ll be interesting to see whether this is more than a one-off. And what they have to offer now that phones and tablets have decimated the desktop market (I still have two desktops).
Anyway, a couple of minutes ago, I passed a man walking down the street. He was carrying a newspaper and, I’m assuming, a bag of cans (beer, rather than beans). Before High Fell club closed a few years ago, I often used to see him on buses. He used to catch a bus outside the club at closing time. He often had a carrier bag, filled with (another assumption) meat. Whatever day of the week I passed the place, he’s be at the bus stop at closing time.
I named him El Gringo, because he’s short, somewhat round, balding, with slightly long hair and a huge Zapata moustache.
Looking back, I’m not sure why I gave him that name. With a sombrero and an ammunition belt over his shoulder, he’s be a classic spaghetti western bad guy.
I was surprised to see that he’s still alive.
Currently watching a film, called The Rezort, on Netflix.
Think of it as Jurassic Park without the dinosaurs. And with zombies instead.
A computer virus disables fences. You can guess the rest.
Ok, I grew up with this stuff, so please let me run with it.
Robot B9, the robot, and Dr Smith.
And the new robot and Dr Smith.
Accepting that the second picture is in color, and Dr Smith is more than marginally less camp, (and the acting is a lot better in the new series) I still feel that the original robot is more appropriate when compared to the (second attempt at) the modern version.
I feel the need to join a club.
OK, let’s put this right. Robot B9 looks like this.
And this is the Jupiter 2.
And the chariot.
I don’t often swear aloud, but there’s one person who’s annoyed me since the age of 14.
He’s a fucker. A tory fucker. An annoying tory (no upper case T) fucker.
He’s been a fucker since I was 14. Perhaps earlier.
He irritates the fuck out of me. He once took part in a failed children’s TV show, Puzzle Party, which insulted my intelligence as a child (I fear for the welfare of younger children, particularly since there were only three channels At the time).
And, apart from his (annoying and misled) political life, he’s recently appeared as a regular on the One Show. One must ask why; does the BBC have the aim of irritating a large proportion of the UK/voters.
I may write a letter of complaint. I pay my TV license, after all.
Last night, I watched Survivorz, a pretty mediocre British zombie film. The acting was actually a little better than most low budget films of the genre.
A lot of the sets were reminiscent of the now defunct Slingshot 2.8 hours later. And, near the end, it became apparent why.
Alex Noble, the Zomboss and former Slingshot zombie trainer, appeared in a scene near the end.
I had to move quickly, so the picture’s somewhat blurry.
I’m currently watching a documentary about the last flying Vulcan bomber.
As a child, I once saw one crash. I was with other kids from school, in Hetton for swimming lessons. We saw an aircraft in flames, parachutes and what seemed, at such a distance, as a small explosion on impact.
I finally gave in and bought one. A Westclox Baby Ben, which now proudly sits on the mantle.
I may have been influenced a little by recent scenes from an episode of the Walking Dead. And, of course, by memories of a similar timepiece on the mantle of my childhood.
I may have also bought a second.
Currently watching the legacy of Lawrence of Arabia on BBC4.