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A long tiring bicycle ride, and it was actually a nice change to be physically tired, a different kind of tired to the tired I feel most of the bally time.
I keep washing my jacket and then going out and getting all mud up my back. Hopefully it’s clear from the splatter pattern that it’s not lavatorial, I just don’t have any mudguards. And now I’ve got some mudguards … inevitably, one of the nuts (🔩) for attaching them was missing, so finally I’ve been vindicated in not throwing away spare bits and bobs and having them cluttering up the place.
First puncture in a TPU inner tube. Pink and inflated, by heck they look like the sorts of anatomically unrealistic things you see hen parties holding aloft.
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Took some old computer games to CeX, cos I don’t think charity shops are as good at appreciating the value of that kind of thing. I wonder why Enthusia Professional Racing, which I recall being pretty dull, has such a high resale value, but it’s a pleasant surprise.
(Took the old PlayStation itself there a while ago; it was satisfying scraping off the layer of, I guess, soot from it being in the same room as a wood-burning stove.)
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Ailments: a cough – it started as just having to clear my throat a lot, which might have led to some amusing misunderstandings – and a minor burn between the elbow and armpit, improbably, from getting something out of the oven.
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American Psycho. Maybe it’s that all American voices sound the same to my stupid ears, but Chris Bale’s voice really does sound like Steve Jobs’s voice (also a bit like Ron Swanson’s), so you can see why Bale almost played Jobs in that film about Jobs.
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Stewart Lee (h).