October already, this year seems to have flown by. And yet when I stop and remember particular events they seem to have happened ages ago. It's been a good week so far, nearly over so I think I'm safe in calling it a good week. Had Kerry to stay which has been rather nice. It's been nice having some company and having to go out and do interesting things rather than overtime and washing.
Discovered my local park and my what a gem it is. have known it was there for about a month since seeing an entrance to it on the way to get electricity. But it was only when Kerry asked if there was any parks to stroll in locally that I got round to checking it out.
It's not the largest park but has a lot packed in and seems to have a very high squirrel population. It has lots of bits to it including a café, pond, sculpture, tennis courts, scented garden, wildlife bits, and of course a lot of trees. I'm rather keen on a good tree.
Have started working going through the park into any journeys in that direction. Have recently been feeling a bit cut of from the changing seasons. It's the country boy in me. Even though I love living in a city, with all the concrete and brick you can end up detached from the passing of the year. Thankfully I have found the park just as the trees start to change.
12 October 2007
08 August 2007
Big Bib
Here's another one of those fantastic inventions which come in the catalogs that make up part of the crap inserted into Sunday papers.Being easily amused by quite strange things I had visions of turning up to swanky restaurants with friends - all in swanky clothes of course - sitting down and donning our "Adult Full Size Meal Protector". Was also rather amused by the fact that rather than just calling it a big bib they had gone to the trouble of coming up with such a long name.
Ought to just clarify right here and now that as I am getting closer to being half way to an age where perpetual dribbling becomes an issue, I'm not mocking - honest.
Just wondering who would appreciate this most for birthday/chrimbo.
29 July 2007
It's been a while....
...since I last got round to posting here.
Didn't help that after much resistance (or maybe I was just being obstinate) I finally upgraded and got a Google account and then promptly lost the bit of paper with my new login details. Anyway I have found it now so I am back. For now. Until I get round a to paying for some web space and migrate to the heady heights of a Wordpress blog (or even manage to get my PHP and MySQL skills up to a point where I can write my own). Nothing against Blogger I just want to have all of my bits and bobs (of the internet variety) in one place.
My main drive for this migration is so I can add mixes to my blog/site and waffle on in lengthy detail about just how each mix was conceived and executed and what inspired my choice of records.
I'm not expecting many visitors!
So anyway what have I been up to.
Till May there was the long depressing wait to hear what was happening about moving followed by the frantic flat finding and moving. In hind site it has been a good move and the new pad is oh so much better. Just hope I get to stay here for a while now.
Post moving was the run-up to youngest brothers wedding and some intensive searching for my first suit. Very pleased with my suit although I still have a little niggling memory of swearing as a young man that I would never conform to wearing a suit. I was young and stupid then, Not that I'm any less stupid now - I just don't care as much. Anyway the wedding was great which is far more important than my suit. Probably the last of the Copcutt weddings for quite a few years.
I realised through the suit searching just how much like hard work clothes shopping is. The fact that I never do it really doesn't help but I now understand why the well dressed fashion slaves have to spend so much time out there searching for the next outfit. It's tricky, all that remembering where you did see something that was quite nice, what colour it was exactly and will the shade match the item you are currently staring at through tired bleary eyes. I resorted to a notepad to help me out.
Still need to buy some more clothes due to a ridiculous length of time of accidentally ending up in a record shop every time I left the house to look for clothes. I'm rather good at buying records. As with most things it's a case of practice and I've had a lot of practice.
Have reached a point in now though where it would be nice to have a few more outfits to wear. Nothing extravagant, just options. Just need to find time to fit it in around record buying!!
I don't have a problem.
I don't have a problem.
I don't have a problem.
I don't have a problem.
It's a matter of perspective.
Didn't help that after much resistance (or maybe I was just being obstinate) I finally upgraded and got a Google account and then promptly lost the bit of paper with my new login details. Anyway I have found it now so I am back. For now. Until I get round a to paying for some web space and migrate to the heady heights of a Wordpress blog (or even manage to get my PHP and MySQL skills up to a point where I can write my own). Nothing against Blogger I just want to have all of my bits and bobs (of the internet variety) in one place.
My main drive for this migration is so I can add mixes to my blog/site and waffle on in lengthy detail about just how each mix was conceived and executed and what inspired my choice of records.
I'm not expecting many visitors!
So anyway what have I been up to.
Till May there was the long depressing wait to hear what was happening about moving followed by the frantic flat finding and moving. In hind site it has been a good move and the new pad is oh so much better. Just hope I get to stay here for a while now.
Post moving was the run-up to youngest brothers wedding and some intensive searching for my first suit. Very pleased with my suit although I still have a little niggling memory of swearing as a young man that I would never conform to wearing a suit. I was young and stupid then, Not that I'm any less stupid now - I just don't care as much. Anyway the wedding was great which is far more important than my suit. Probably the last of the Copcutt weddings for quite a few years.
I realised through the suit searching just how much like hard work clothes shopping is. The fact that I never do it really doesn't help but I now understand why the well dressed fashion slaves have to spend so much time out there searching for the next outfit. It's tricky, all that remembering where you did see something that was quite nice, what colour it was exactly and will the shade match the item you are currently staring at through tired bleary eyes. I resorted to a notepad to help me out.
Still need to buy some more clothes due to a ridiculous length of time of accidentally ending up in a record shop every time I left the house to look for clothes. I'm rather good at buying records. As with most things it's a case of practice and I've had a lot of practice.
Have reached a point in now though where it would be nice to have a few more outfits to wear. Nothing extravagant, just options. Just need to find time to fit it in around record buying!!
I don't have a problem.
I don't have a problem.
I don't have a problem.
I don't have a problem.
It's a matter of perspective.
02 February 2007
Alice Maher
The other day (Tuesday to be precise) while vacating my flat so the estate agent could show someone round I decided to go to the museum to see what was on in the gallery there. It’s something I used to do a lot while at uni, but have neglected with working full time at heady JS.
The exhibition didn’t disappoint and I recommend everyone going to see it. It is after all free so no excuses.
There is some great work on show but my highlights have to be:
The Four Directions – Balls made from snail shells. It’s a long time since I stopped and looked at the beauty of a snail shell, the intricate pattern of each shell completely unique. Having spent time gardening, snails become an enemy and you forget the beauty of a snail in your anger at another plant munched.
Berry Dress – A small dress painted rigid with red paint with rosehips pinned all over it. There is still a beauty in the dried blackened rosehips that cover the main panels of this dress. I’m not sure if they ever were but I imagine this must have been spectacular if the rosehips had been ripe red and shiny.
Mnemosyne or Ice Bed – This is my favourite thing about the show. Named after the Greek goddess of memory, this piece stands in a darkened room on its own. This is a bed of ice, turned of each night and allowed to defrost, each day it forms a new and unique coating of frost on its surface. This coating is always unique, always changing in response to changes in the environment around it. A blanket of ice crystals like frost on a window.
I loved this piece; it is a truly interactive work, its form responding to the changes in its environment brought about by people coming to view it.
Links
Brighton Museum
Mnemosyne
The exhibition didn’t disappoint and I recommend everyone going to see it. It is after all free so no excuses.There is some great work on show but my highlights have to be:
The Four Directions – Balls made from snail shells. It’s a long time since I stopped and looked at the beauty of a snail shell, the intricate pattern of each shell completely unique. Having spent time gardening, snails become an enemy and you forget the beauty of a snail in your anger at another plant munched.
Berry Dress – A small dress painted rigid with red paint with rosehips pinned all over it. There is still a beauty in the dried blackened rosehips that cover the main panels of this dress. I’m not sure if they ever were but I imagine this must have been spectacular if the rosehips had been ripe red and shiny.
Mnemosyne or Ice Bed – This is my favourite thing about the show. Named after the Greek goddess of memory, this piece stands in a darkened room on its own. This is a bed of ice, turned of each night and allowed to defrost, each day it forms a new and unique coating of frost on its surface. This coating is always unique, always changing in response to changes in the environment around it. A blanket of ice crystals like frost on a window.
I loved this piece; it is a truly interactive work, its form responding to the changes in its environment brought about by people coming to view it.
Links
Brighton Museum
Mnemosyne
01 February 2007
Tales from the Desk
I am constantly amazed by the stupid complaints and daft questions I get asked when working on the Customer Service Desk. The other day a lady came to the desk to ask the price of a bag of mandarins – a perfectly reasonable request, so I gave her the price of £1.99.
Then she noticed the “25% Extra Free” sticker.
“So how much would it be without the extra free?” she asked.
I had to stop and think how I could answer this without making her sound like a moron. I gave up!
“Umm... £1.99” I replied.
The following day I had a guy come to the desk looking severe an authoritative. He plonked a bag of Sainsburys fresh spaghetti on the counter.
“I’d like to complain about this – this isn’t spaghetti,” he said. “I’ve been eating spaghetti for many years and my wife and I thought we would try out your fresh spaghetti, but look at it its not even round. And this doesn’t taste like normal spaghetti. I’d like to make a complaint to Sainsburys about the quality of your spaghetti.”
Rather bemused it had dawned on me that this man had never tried fresh pasta in his life and was used to the good old round dried stuff.
Dare I argue with him that this was fresh pasta and the reason it wasn’t round was that it had gone through some kind of pasta cutter. Did he want to listen and was it worth the bother? Did he realise how much of an arse he was?
“So would you like a refund?” I asked
Sadly some people have nothing better to do in life! I am more than happy to help out with the legitimate complaints and problems, but the stupid little petty niggles do get on your tits after a while.
Then she noticed the “25% Extra Free” sticker.
“So how much would it be without the extra free?” she asked.
I had to stop and think how I could answer this without making her sound like a moron. I gave up!
“Umm... £1.99” I replied.
The following day I had a guy come to the desk looking severe an authoritative. He plonked a bag of Sainsburys fresh spaghetti on the counter.
“I’d like to complain about this – this isn’t spaghetti,” he said. “I’ve been eating spaghetti for many years and my wife and I thought we would try out your fresh spaghetti, but look at it its not even round. And this doesn’t taste like normal spaghetti. I’d like to make a complaint to Sainsburys about the quality of your spaghetti.”
Rather bemused it had dawned on me that this man had never tried fresh pasta in his life and was used to the good old round dried stuff.
Dare I argue with him that this was fresh pasta and the reason it wasn’t round was that it had gone through some kind of pasta cutter. Did he want to listen and was it worth the bother? Did he realise how much of an arse he was?
“So would you like a refund?” I asked
Sadly some people have nothing better to do in life! I am more than happy to help out with the legitimate complaints and problems, but the stupid little petty niggles do get on your tits after a while.
11 January 2007
Homeward Bound
Or - What I Wrote On My Way Home!
12:53 The Lone Freeranger
I'm on the bus from Ross to Gloucester
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Ok so i haven't got very far with this post!! Keeps you guessing though doesn't it!!
My excuse is that I have been rather busy of late. I have been writing up this post in word and its a bit of an epic, currently standing at 6 pages.
12:53 The Lone Freeranger
I'm on the bus from Ross to Gloucester
***********
Ok so i haven't got very far with this post!! Keeps you guessing though doesn't it!!
My excuse is that I have been rather busy of late. I have been writing up this post in word and its a bit of an epic, currently standing at 6 pages.
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