This is under 2MB and just over 7 minutes. Danya and I talk about sleeping in, underwear and the troublesome perfection of shop bought cakes.
And at no additional cost you get to hear someone playing guitar in the background and traffic noise.
Lesson for the day - manchester really is a chick thing.
It’s nice to be social but I do get a bit overwrought by being around so many people. For this reason and the tiredness of a youngster we headed back to the motel fairly early in the evening. So far so good.
Firstly Finn screamed a bit when the lights when out but I guess he is not used to a completely dark room so fair enough really.
Then I had trouble getting to sleep on account of having has a couple of drinks. And sadly it was only a couple of drinks. Once I drank quite a bit but now I get knocked sideways by very little.
Later in the night the band in the venue next to the hotel cranked things up for the last half dozen songs. It wasn’t deafening in our room but it was loud and clear.
A few hours after than Finn started taking to himself and this probably went on, on and off, for about two hours. Finally Nicky changed him and he did go to sleep but I think it is fair to say that done of us feel too fresh today.
Lesson for the day - is sleep is good.
After my mildly busy morning I went off to my PE class in the afternoon yesterday. The class itself it both well run and interesting. Unlike the first class this one was all activities which would be fine if I were
a) even slightly fit, and
b) even slightly co-ordinated
Not that co-ordinated really mattered since there was no ill consequence to me being clumsy. However there was a distinct consequence to being so unfit and this was feeling like I might just keel over at several points.
To his credit the fellow taking the class was openly fine with people sitting things out if they thought they needed to.
Lesson for the day - not all PE is sadism.
I had thought of things to write. Nothing profound of course but some of it was pithy and wry. Personally I am quite happy with pithy and wry.
But I slept and it all went away. I had hoped that a few hours of consciousness might see this material seep back into mind but I have had no such luck.
And the podcast I had in mind for this week just didn’t happen. First it was going to be Rad and Andy then Leonie but none of that happened. I briefly considered doing one with just be talking but when it came down to it I couldn’t face the thought of listening to my own voice in the editing process.
Lesson for the day - less news at ten.
Perhaps the most intimate thing you can do with someone is to be entirely present.
Lesson for the day - I might be struck off as a bloke for writing that.
To be a good little citizen I have changed from the 9am class today (which everyone wants) to the 2pm one (which no-one wants but I am quite capable of going to).
I also like early classes because they get me up and moving. If I have a late start I tend to lose time to phaff at home. Not that I every just sit and read a book or watch telly at home, although I am often tempted to sit down and watch Brotherhood Of The Wolf.
I do try to keep busy being useful but most of what I achieve is not doing any work for my course. Today however I have washed the sheets and pillow cases from both bedrooms, the towels from both bathrooms and a small collection of clothes. They have all made it out to the iconic Hills and back inside to their relative homes. Dinner is in the slow cooker and the floors have been vacuumed. I have been to the bulk butcher for snags and chops and to the bottle shop for burbon and vanilla coke. All that I need to do is wash the dishes before I leave in about twenty minutes and then I am all good.
Lesson for the day - the real trick to almost anything is to start early.
When the washing machine spun down and finished the first load this morning it was raining quite heavily and I did wonder if my laundry ambitions for the day were overly ambitious.
However I have just hung out the third load and there are clear blue skies in all directions. It is not overly warm but sunshine is a good start indeed.
What would be idea would be if it all managed to dry before I left for Uni later this morning since by the time I get home again the sunlight will be gone and all that washing damp again.
Lesson for the day - when he have laundry ambitious your fate rests entirely with the gods.
The other day I wondered out loud what the situation was with Bob The Builder and Wendy.
“It’s funny you should say that”, said my brother. “We were talking about that just this morning. We think that Wendy’s certainly interested but Bob has no idea, he’s a clot”.
Lesson for the day - my wonderings are not so strange as I imagine.
I had hopes of bring you Podcast #7 this week and of it being a chat with Rad and Andy when they were here to play SingStar. Sadly she feeling crook and has other things to use or limited energy on which is all perfectly understandable.
I might take my mini-disc to Uni tomorrow and perhaps get a reprise from Leonie but no promises. I know she is pretty keen to bitch about Harry Potter but that’s not the same thing as having endless time to fool around with me and my pet projects.
Lesson for the day - you’d think with the whole minutes of thought I put into podcasting I would have more success.
Like all people I do some things well, many things ok, and some things poorly. Unlike some people I am pretty much comfortable with this. I might like to change what falls in each group but I am accepting of the balance.
I also make little effort to gloss over the things that I do ok and poorly. Sometimes I even embrace them and draw attention to it.
People call this self-depreciation, false modesty or imagine I am fishing for compliments. And this would be well and good if I was talking down that small percentage of things that I do well. But generally I am laughing and cringing at the very same things in me that the rest of you do.
And I think this is alright to do. If I confined myself to congratulating myself on what I did really well I could be a
a) largely silent, and
b) entirely unbearable.
Lesson for the day - excellence is all well and good but should be no requirement for talking about yourself.
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