the Impenetrable Defence Trench and Rose's Pawn Shop

Well it has been a lovely day today, in fact it has been the sunniest day of the year so far, something I can say with a certain degree of certainty because the solar panels on the roof has generated just under eighteen kilowatts so far today and although the sun is now vanishing fast at the time of writing this are still producing about 300 watts.

As those of you who read yesterdays diary entry will know we were off out at a musical shindig last night with Mr Charlie and Miss Jane in was in the Priest Weston village hall, now this is not a large village hall and Priest Western itself is a tiny place up on a hill accessible by little single track roads. The parking for the village hall is the farmers working yard opposite the village hall, so we were not sure what to expect really, because it is hardly the sort of venue frequented by major touring bands. But it was a really great evening; the band, called Rose's Pawn Shop, play country rock and had flown in from California only 48 hours earlier and this was their first UK gig (I think). And I have to say they were one of the best bands we have heard in years, and as dad is really old he has been around for loads of years. So I will say if you get a chance to go and see Rose's Pawn Shop play then it is well worth while, dad even bought their CD’s and he is well mean normally.

Their web site is Rose's Pawn Shop

Also in passing I mentioned I was digging a defensive trench to keep out zombies (you cant be too cautious with zombies) well I was back at it again today at first these things look like fun but then you realize that a defensive trench to stop zombies is trickier than it looks, although there is no denying that zombies are not the brightest sparks in the world. But they are persistent little beasts and you can’t rely on a dog eating them, as the dog says himself, he only likes the chewy ones, and the crunchy ones and those with creamy centres don’t taste the same, so he has a habit of ignoring those ones. I also did some clever engineering with the deep dark damp muddy hole which still needs loads of work doing on it but we are all sticking our fingers in our ears and going LA LA LA LALA LAL ALLALLLALALLLA a lot. OK yes I connected the long defensive trench to the dark damp muddy hole . . . . .AH YUCK, well no zombie with any sense is going to attempt to cross over that defence trench it is almost impenetrable.

You notice I said almost this is because when I was building it and then connected it to the dark damn muddy hole I discovered I was in fact  on the wrong side of the impenetrable defence trench which had two cats looking at me and meowing because they wanted food on the other side. So I was forced into crossing the impenetrable defence trench which was not nice and I got a bit muddy and manky . . . . YUCK, mum said IDIOT and dad turned the hosepipe on me although he did say he thought I was a Zombie with a soft creamy middle what with the smell and the mud. 

OK that’s it I am off now to do nothing . . . . . . 

Music and the archaeological dig for shins

We are off to a little shindig tonight at a village hall with Mr Charlie and Miss Jane, I assume by the name it must be some sort of archaeological dig for shins . . . . AH mum has said IDIOT and that it is a musical shindig? To me that’s sounds even stranger if we are searching for shins I would like to know how we are meant to tell a musical one from an ordinary everyday one  . . . . . AH mum has said IDIOT again  . . . . . . . . Oooooooooo hang on mum is explaining. . . . . . . . . . . .WHAT?

So exactly how can a shindig be a small musical event in a village hall in the wilds of the Welsh border hills, who came up with that name it completely misleading.

The point is though, I have very little time to write and may not be in a position to write when I return as it will probably be later and I will be tired. Not from leaping about because I fall over if I try doing that, and not from drinking as I don’t drink, what with being the Young Eccentric Child of cyberspace, more as the result of digging a long defensive trench between us and the wood to the side of our house as the zombies are moving about what with the first signs of spring and the like.

OK that’s it for now as I am not allowed to go to a shindig covered in mud so must go and de-mud myself. . . . . . . . . .

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Chainsaws, Rooks, Music and Snow

I had plans for today after all when you have a new chainsaw to hand and various things that need to be sawn up like logs, seagulls, sofa’s and alien monsters you can be keen to get out there and fire the beast up. Only it was not a nice day in fact at one point it was snowing, it was even snowing when we sat down to eat something at lunch time (in my case a porky pie) and the man on the BBC weather said its OK we wont have any snow today. I did run over to the windows, the oversized UPVC double glazed windows that mean you could see loads of snow falling and shouted at the BBC weatherman telling him he was rubbish.  If it had been nice and not snowing I would have been out chasing aliens and seagulls with a chainsaw not eating pork pie and trying to spot interesting things on that Mars web site. Then doing a bit of painting and pottering about.

I finally decided to upload a bit of drumming by myself and my drumming colleague with a bit of guitar added by the Ghost Writer to that youtube site and well that was about it. I should have done much more, but my theory is that I am doing more than a hibernating bear at present and on a slightly sunnier day I would probably chase a hibernating bear with a chainsaw, as long as it was only a modest sized bear. So that’s it I am going again now to either look at Mars and maybe say Martians Martians I can see Martians under those rooks? Sorry Rocks . . . .  I have a feeling that there are no rooks on Mars. Mmmmmmmm maybe there are, maybe that would explain those black blotches we see everywhere, they are flocks of rooks and the blotches are certainly the right colour. By the way Blotches might not sound very technical but that is the official name for the feature which looks like blotches.

OK I’m off, see you tomorrow enjoy the drumming . . . . . . If you are reading the paperback you will need to synchronise your ipod thing so you can listen to things at the right time. 

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The Ghost Writer and his band . . . Sound and the Drum Machine

Today I have done very little because it is Christmas Eve, so I thought after managing to get a bit of drumming uploaded on to Youtube yesterday I would have another go today. But this was a much older piece of music, you see years ago before the Ghost Writer was a Ghost Writer he was just a Ghost and he made an album. It was his strange reclusive band  Sound and the Drum Machine that consisted of just him because he is too grumpy to play with other people, but he discovered that musicy folk all thought they should get free stuff and in general people did not want to actually pay for their music. And bare in mind this is quite a long time ago before the days of the instant downloads to an ipod. So the Ghost Writer did something that was good but also bad, yes he decided to sell his album for £125.00 on the internet, it was good because the Ghost Writer would say to people that he has the most expensive CD in the world, and it cheered him up lots. However it was bad because no one would buy it after all the public are not entirely mad (well I don’t think so).  So this is track three (chimes) from Sound and the Drum Machine’s, The Album of Dark Tales and Blues. It had a very cool looking CD and makes a brilliant coaster for your coffee

I will be taking tomorrow off so will not be posting a diary entry but I wish everyone a Happy Christmas and New Year and hope everyone has a good 2013, although I am sure the world is due to End in June of July if I remember rightly. . . . . .. 

The Ghost Writer

An alternative assessment of the closing ceremony of the London Olympic Games and the Olympic Legacy

I am late very very late, in fact it is tomorrow now because of this …….AH. Anyway the reason for this late diary entry was to watch the closing ceremony of the London Olympic Games to see how it faired. It all went remarkably well as it happens; although on a personal level, I sort of felt they tried to squeeze a bit much in.

As always happens in these things the athletes took just a bit longer than they are meant too to get into place and the subtle herding towards the end got a bit less subtle. And it all got off to a flying start with loads of good music and clever little quirky classic British stuff.  But then it sort of just lost its way as it run into Fat Boy slim and the like.

But then all was saved by Eric Idle Singing 'Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life' a true classic of what Britain is all about and the perfect song to confuse a fair percentage of the worlds countries. And Brian May was really good too, just a shame that Freddie is dead; a bit like John Lennon, what I particularly liked about John Lennon’s performance was that although he is dead he did a much better job of it than Paul did at the start.

I thought it rather interesting that bearing in mind the Olympic stance on Drug taking that a fair number of the featured music was from groups and musicians who have over the years taken one or two substances that would be a little frowned on in the test lab. I also thought that the roller-skating nuns was a sneaky and cunning way to upset one or two of the more strict catholic countries, along with the some of the more scantily clad people. However we did throw in some morris dancers just so they know us Brits are WELL COOL and a man on a high wire who set fire a shop clothes dummy……. Yes only us Brits would do that….

Sadly I saw the spice girls but they were not on long and seem to have lost the knack a bit (maybe it just me, I was never a fan)

I rather liked the little Rio bit the classic seventies flared cat suits and afro hair was brill as was Elvis. You see Rio were able to raise Elvis from the dead, now that really is Cool, we tried to trump this with a neat trick at the end by putting The Who centre stage, a damn clever move they no doubt remember those flared cat suits and Elvis like it was yesterday.

Talking of yesterday, this is yesterdays diary entry because today is today …….. DAMN I said that at the start ……..GOODNIGHT ALL.

One final point……  I would just like to point out that the Olympic Game legacy has finally taken root in that closing Olympic Ceremony ……. We all want to play guitar like Brian May…………. sod all that running about 

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