I have nothing of note to report at the moment. There is a lot of waiting around right now. It feels like waiting for christmas, which is exactly what it is. Here's a tip. Buying a house over christmas truly sucks.
I feel like I can't make any long term plans until things are underway with the house. There's not much on at the cinema, and the outside world is choc full of party goers, so going out is not much fun. Gigs are off for the time being. So, basically, I'm house bound. This is pretty dull. It wouldn't be my first choice. However, it's temporary. All in the spirit of waiting.
Things will get moving when the weekend arrives. There is a week of volunteering for Crisis over night. Then there's new year, which is always an anti climax for me; I had looked at doing Edinburgh's hogmanay this year, but it's too late now. Once new year has occurred, it's back to work and, hopefully, into the new house. It seems like step one is going to be to smash the place up. With step two being to put it right again. There's a lot to organise, and the mortgage will be costing from day 1.
In other news, I received my purchase of The League Of Gentlemen radio series yesterday and started listening to it on the way in this morning. In truth, I already own this recording. I have it on tape. But I have no means of playing tapes in my car, so a 4 pound ebay price for an original of the Cd release seemed reasonable. Maybe I'll sell or give away my tape versions.
Just arrived at home is the newly bought series one of That Mitchell And Webb Sound. Series two was arse achingly funny, and I will never tire of the ubiquitous David Mitchell, which is handy, given his ubiquity.
Work has been a bit busy, with some interesting results achieved and some industrial strength head scratching required to achieve it.
More later when I can think of something to say.