Weeks 398 & 399
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The train from Liverpool. A Mancunian or someone must have stuck their used chewing gum on an armrest or similar, and I didn’t notice until it was all over my winter coat. Thanks a lot, East Midlands Railway.
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Halloween. Saw what I thought was the Ku Klux Klan, but on closer inspection was some people dressed as traffic cones (or the VLC logo). (All traditions are invented, and I suppose there’s no accounting for what people find scary.) But real traffic cones don’t have such sharply pointed tops as their inaccurate costumes did. If I were dressing up as a traffic cone, I’d go as a no-parking one that’s a sort of triangular pyramid with the top cut off.
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Repaired some grout around some floor tiles. Made a mess and some schoolboy errors – soiled several jay cloths wiping up the excess, and mislaid the lid of the squeezy tube of grout repair stuff – but the finished result is fine, and if it was any better, it would upstage all the other grout. They say the first time you repair grout is always the worst.
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🤖 Primetime. The projector stopped working at a crucial moment, which some would say brought out the blitz spirit in us or some crap. Unnecessarily, went later to another showing at a different cinema, which had the odd spectacle of a microphoned cinema employee at the start telling us about the high dynamic range of the projector and to “take a seat right over there and enjoy Robert Pattinson’s mind-numbingly unsettling performance”.
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Celya AB (h).
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There wasn’t the last time I Googled myself, but now I learn there’s a character in EastEnders named Josh Goodwin. After last week when I found using Final Cut Pro so satisfying, before the free trial ends perhaps I could make a compilation of various fictional cockneys apparently telling me to leave it out, get out of my pub you slag, and so on.
