Back at Newton's Nest, the cyber village here in Pimlico, R2-D2 Motherboards parked next to the Millenium Falcon spare parts, it's all go here: fish 'n chips powered programmers are just waking up for the night with a data deadline awaiting...
It's been several weeks since I've swung by the old office to see my line manager Dreth Newton at my SW1 Hotdesk... there goes the Battphone with another sale on e-bay... inches away from the keypad is the charming Rizla Teeth (Spelling?) on the television, our chain-smoking news presenter giving hourly updates on the state of the nation... the 4-Horsemen-of-the-Apocalypse weather report has filtered down to the Revelation that Tony Blair and Gordon Brown personally went to school with Rebecca Brooks and left her warm private messages on David Cameron's locker saying 'Love oo *laugh*'....
'Rebecca Brooks should have been sacked...'
(What do you mean by that P.M.: as in 'in the sack'?)
Forgive this wha-hey-hey-imsical nonsense: I think it's the long hours that are getting to me. I'm sure I just heard the word 'egregious' used on Channel 4 outside of Newsnight,,, must be hallucinating!
First piano lesson of the day was in another part of Pimlico @ 0915h, following various shenanigans with leaving-the-music-behind-at-home (doh!) and repeat bus journeys. First time for everything (yes but no but!)
Let me hasten to add that the day began several hours before that...
(Do I overuse the elipsis...? ...? ...?)
All part of the duties and the joy for a busy 'whatever I am' - (Musician etc.)
Bluebell the Harp is getting her inaugural outing this weekend - screwdriver and time to remove her 4 nimble feet so she can be transported willing: the Barran-Pouleaupot soiree countdown beginneth and there's still rather a lot of practise to be done.
This has been without doubt, the wettest drought ever
(Another gem from Channel 4.)
That internet thing they've invented (I gather it's big in China) is not great for practise time: somehow tapping away here in Newton's Cyber-Nest is more attractive than summoning the energy to change into my organ shoes or singers larynx.
Maybe I need an i-7 processor instead of my (well I think it's competent) i-5? Perhaps I should increase my RAM?
Sadly, that's not available to you at the moment Captain, but if you wish upon a star and make at least a google of google searches you will find the website at the end of the rainbow where all things are possible....
So I just keep on googling...?
When you tweet upon a *, doesn't matter who you are...
LOL x
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