My early morning listening was the latest Garibaldi Red podcast. It looked ahead to the Fulham home match tonight, as well as the rumours circulating over Trentside about Steve Cooper jumping ship and joining Brighton. I can't see it happening. He has too much emotional investment in the club over the past year. It's a project that I hope he wants to see through. Not signing a new contract remains a worry however. #
I cycled off along a chilled Trail for the morning swim. I was wearing long sleeves, but lacking a little down below with only my shorts. Brrrrr. I wasn't expecting that chill. Some workman have been busy cutting back the summer hedgerows down towards the Hythe. I had a little puncture panic, thinking of all the discarded thorns. One of the houseboats had the winter fire stoked up. It looked a fine and reassuring sight. #
There was another His 'n' Hers changing rooms swap at the pool. I've no idea what work was being carried out that required us to see how the other half lives. This was my 2000th indoor swim since I started my pointless online abacus Daytum count back in 2009. For reference my Lido swims are about to reach a milestone, currently resting on 799. It was a strong swim. I focussed on the length of my strokes, borrowing a technique from the gig rowing session yesterday. I clocked in comfortably under 17 minutes for the 800m.#
Dotty was sunbathing on the garden bench when I arrived back at base. She looked most content. My first work task was to install some new Agency software. It failed. Oh dear. I turned instead to bashing out a Buzz piece about Licensing. I confess to getting a little lost in the technical report from the Officer.#
The Postman Delivers: Japan, Jimi, Scritti and Reg. £11 all in - although I had to exchange emails back and forth with the seller after twice having been over charged.#
Album of the Day: The Yardbirds - Roger the Engineer#
This was a challenging listen on my AirPods with the vocals in the right channel and pretty much everything else in the left. I quite liked some of the opening Mod riffs, but it then drifted into blues, and then horrid early hard rock. There was too many competing styles. It all sounded a little random. It gets a little trippy midway through. They had BAD drugs in 1966. This could have been a Friday night pub band tbh.#
⭐ ⭐ #
Dotty came in mid-morning with a mouse in her mouth. I thought it was a gonner, but nope. She dropped it on the kitchen floor and there was a slight spasm of life left in the little fella. But not for long. The only option in this situation is to take the poor mouse back outside and let Dotty go in for the kill. What a way to go.#
I listened to Pink Floyd's Animals and the Roni Size New Forms albums throughout the morning. Diverse, if nothing else. Roni Size seemed to lack a little bass coming though my system. Which is odd, given the drum 'n' bass genre.#
I spent an hour or so planning my work availability for the remainder of the year. I can't even think what I'm doing on Monday morning, let alone in three months time. There was also a fiddly task of installing some new work spyware security software. It failed, natch. I pressed on with some school publishing work instead.#
A planned later afternoon bicycle ride was cancelled. Hail stopped play. Blimey 🌧️ Dotty wasn't done for the day. A second mouse in a more active condition was delivered to my work desk. I tried to rescue it in the Tuppaware Container of Doom. But Dotty was wise and took her new play thing outside. I didn't see the second mouse again. I suspect he is now less active. #
The CD back catalogue listening continued. I got through albums by Eggman (Sice of the Boos), EG (N Ldn singer songwriter from the mid 90's) and Laika's debut on the mighty Too Pure label. All three had long since been forgotten from my listening memory. Only Laika really stood the test of time with some trippy jazz and dub.#
I bought my next set of London train tickets. Bloody hell. The options were limited. The usual £10 ticket had shot up to £28 each way. And that's with booking it a month in advance. I don't think so... I had to bring forward my Le Grand Depart by 24 hours to get a cheapo ticket. Piss takers.#
The Forest team news ahead of the Fulham match was a bit of a surprise. Worrall dropped, Ryan Yates as the Skipper. Blimey. It was a subdued build up on BBC Radio Nottingham due to You Know What. The broadcaster had commentary from the 1959 FA Cup Final as part of the build up. This is the most I have been moved about You Know What over the past week.#
ffs Forest 😠 #
My early morning listening was the latest Garibaldi Red podcast. It looked ahead to the Fulham home match tonight, as well as the rumours circulating over Trentside about Steve Cooper jumping ship and joining Brighton. I can't see it happening. He has too much emotional investment in the club over the past year. It's a project that I hope he wants to see through. Not signing a new contract remains a worry however. #
I cycled off along a chilled Trail for the morning swim. I was wearing long sleeves, but lacking a little down below with only my shorts. Brrrrr. I wasn't expecting that chill. Some workman have been busy cutting back the summer hedgerows down towards the Hythe. I had a little puncture panic, thinking of all the discarded thorns. One of the houseboats had the winter fire stoked up. It looked a fine and reassuring sight. #
There was another His 'n' Hers changing rooms swap at the pool. I've no idea what work was being carried out that required us to see how the other half lives. This was my 2000th indoor swim since I started my pointless online abacus Daytum count back in 2009. For reference my Lido swims are about to reach a milestone, currently resting on 799. It was a strong swim. I focussed on the length of my strokes, borrowing a technique from the gig rowing session yesterday. I clocked in comfortably under 17 minutes for the 800m.#
Dotty was sunbathing on the garden bench when I arrived back at base. She looked most content. My first work task was to install some new Agency software. It failed. Oh dear. I turned instead to bashing out a Buzz piece about Licensing. I confess to getting a little lost in the technical report from the Officer.#
The Postman Delivers: Japan, Jimi, Scritti and Reg. £11 all in - although I had to exchange emails back and forth with the seller after twice having been over charged.#
Album of the Day: The Yardbirds - Roger the Engineer#
This was a challenging listen on my AirPods with the vocals in the right channel and pretty much everything else in the left. I quite liked some of the opening Mod riffs, but it then drifted into blues, and then horrid early hard rock. There was too many competing styles. It all sounded a little random. It gets a little trippy midway through. They had BAD drugs in 1966. This could have been a Friday night pub band tbh.#
⭐ ⭐ #
Dotty came in mid-morning with a mouse in her mouth. I thought it was a gonner, but nope. She dropped it on the kitchen floor and there was a slight spasm of life left in the little fella. But not for long. The only option in this situation is to take the poor mouse back outside and let Dotty go in for the kill. What a way to go.#
I listened to Pink Floyd's Animals and the Roni Size New Forms albums throughout the morning. Diverse, if nothing else. Roni Size seemed to lack a little bass coming though my system. Which is odd, given the drum 'n' bass genre.#
I spent an hour or so planning my work availability for the remainder of the year. I can't even think what I'm doing on Monday morning, let alone in three months time. There was also a fiddly task of installing some new work spyware security software. It failed, natch. I pressed on with some school publishing work instead.#
A planned later afternoon bicycle ride was cancelled. Hail stopped play. Blimey 🌧️ Dotty wasn't done for the day. A second mouse in a more active condition was delivered to my work desk. I tried to rescue it in the Tuppaware Container of Doom. But Dotty was wise and took her new play thing outside. I didn't see the second mouse again. I suspect he is now less active. #
The CD back catalogue listening continued. I got through albums by Eggman (Sice of the Boos), EG (N Ldn singer songwriter from the mid 90's) and Laika's debut on the mighty Too Pure label. All three had long since been forgotten from my listening memory. Only Laika really stood the test of time with some trippy jazz and dub.#
I bought my next set of London train tickets. Bloody hell. The options were limited. The usual £10 ticket had shot up to £28 each way. And that's with booking it a month in advance. I don't think so... I had to bring forward my Le Grand Depart by 24 hours to get a cheapo ticket. Piss takers.#
The Forest team news ahead of the Fulham match was a bit of a surprise. Worrall dropped, Ryan Yates as the Skipper. Blimey. It was a subdued build up on BBC Radio Nottingham due to You Know What. The broadcaster had commentary from the 1959 FA Cup Final as part of the build up. This is the most I have been moved about You Know What over the past week.#
ffs Forest 😠 #
