Last night as I sat
chilling watching Stargazing Live on the BBC, I got a phone call asking if it
was possible for me to visit a member of my family to hang wallpaper on one
wall in order to create a feature. Caught slightly on the hop so to speak I did
not have time to make up a cunning and brilliant excuse so in a sort of mad
babble I agreed and was told that it was easy and would only take an hour of my
time. I mean it’s wallpapering and therefore dead easy. Well that is sort of
true except there is a strange black art to really good wallpaper hanging,
which I do have, only it has been a while since I did an entire walls worth of
it.
On my arrival I did find
that one of the reasons that they had asked me was due to a bit of a disaster
the evening before when they had attempted to hang the first piece themselves.
Then the painter who is doing the rest of the room and putting together some
large flat pack wardrobes for them said
. . . . . Oooooooo I don’t do
wallpaper hanging far too dodgy and it can take ages. . . . . I did agree with that, it is indeed a
fickle thing to do well.
So three hours later the
task was complete and all were pleased looking at the wall and saying well that
is a good job done. . . .But how come it took three hours. . . . . Well of
course it does take time to line up each drop and ensure nice clean edges top
and bottom making sure that the paper is square to the wall so the pattern does
not run up the wall at an angle and the like. And I do like to do a job well
once I start one.
Anyway that was earlier
and I have just watched Stargazing Live again where I discovered I did not
discover a pulsar, but two small children did. It can be tough trying to make a
small impact in the world. It would be nice to know that every now and again
someone would say . . . You know that
thing, you Know that thing that Rob Z Tobor did, wrote, discovered, sat on, ate,
created, he was a cool chap . . .
I guess I will have to keep working on it for now and write more poetry
and make more cardboard stuff and the like.
It is why I have mixed
feeling about the sadness and shock that so many express about the likes of
Lemmy, David Bowie and sadly today Alan Rickman. It is indeed very sad but in
many respects they have been lucky enough to have left their mark on the world
when so many live and die and are remembered by so few. It was after all the
very sad death of a very talented twenty one year old called Svetlana who never got the
chance to truly achieve what she might have that first made me think I should
write a blog. At least I know that in years to come when folk read my blog and
I am off in another universe or what ever, they will stop and think.
. . . . Ooooo I just fancy a decent
curry now. . . .
