I may be seriously tempted. Genuine, unused, late 1800s glasses frames are hard to find nowadays.
I usually wear a 1920s pair, which I also found unused, but older frames tend to be less rigid. Of course, that means they’re easier to break too.
From Dead Men’s Spex.
I should have known the outcome of buying MP3s from Amazon.
Since my IKEA spice racks were consigned to the bin during kitchen redecoration, we needed another.
Although evolved into something larger than originally planned, our kitchen shelves are shaping up nicely.
There’s a minor error in the construction, so filler will be needed. Otherwise they’d be at nil cost.
Although my second in command (and me too, after some arm twisting) had decided to give Glastonbury a miss this year, following a conversation with Karl the other night I decided to drag myself out of bed early this morning and try for tickets for next year’s festival.
I thought that perhaps God should make the decision for me\us.
And so the annual fun started at nine this morning.
And ended in a half hour.
I guess God didn’t want us to go next year. The bastard.
Seriously though, I feel weirdly OK about it; not remotely disappointed. I know there’s the resale in April, but I don’t think I’ll bother with that. So it looks as though we might be pushed into trying something different after all.
When I moved here, there was a tree at the bottom of the garden, struggling to survive on the boundary between the garden and a neighbour’s. It was being slowly strangled by a mass of Russian vine (which, although removed years ago, still surfaces every now and again).
It’s now fully recovered though.
It’s nice to see render being removed from an old building. The furniture shop down the road.
Or, in Italian, Profondo Rosso. A 1970s Italian horror film and also the name of a band from the 90s. My mate Karl was their drummer. They split up and reformed a couple of times, but haven’t played in together in years. They almost made it too, with a couple of albums and tours in Japan.
A reunion gig planned for next month prompted me to listen to their stuff in advance, so I had a look on Amazon to see if either album can still be purchased. I was surprised to find several copies of to live and die in the UK, for around eight quid. There was also a used copy for a penny (a whole pound including postage), so I opted for that one. However, I may tell Karl that I paid eight.
Karl’s the one in the middle, although he looks a little older nowadays. Well, it was almost two decades ago.
A most productive morning.
These grew in our garden.
There would have been a lot more if I’d included the ones that creatures have begun to eat.
The kitchen is shaping up pretty well.
I should probably do something with the fireplace though.