I shall go to the ball after all. Got hone last night, checked to discover they are in fact running trains, and at vaguely the times I want and without busses getting in the way. The Zozo is working Sunday, I can get home before midday and there were still cheap tickets to be had to London. Normally things stack up to make it awkward to go, but with everything being this straight forward someone is obviously trying to tell me something. I’m not going to argue with that. Now I just need to order in some new blue glowsticks
So there I am, lamenting my return to work and desperately trying to summon up the motivation to get something done when up pops a tweet notification from VLRK:
Bit last minute, but: DJ VLRK + Live: DECODED FEEDBACK @ Slimelight’s Industek Floor/London/UK this Saturday. Be there!!!
At best this means very little to you lot, but if I explain that VLRK is the artist who is basically Grendel (one of my favourite bands) and Slimelight is the club I go to it does give one pause and consider if they might like to toddle along for this.
That said, however, I am away the weekend after and two weekends going out might be a bit much (both from a lack of sleep and a lack of seeing The Zozo perspective). I guess the first question to answer is: are there any trains running? If there aren’t then it will put the kibosh on any plans.
So I can now enjoy my walk to work with either having to leave the path at various points or having to duck. The trees that were previously impeding my route have been quite severely pruned (although not quite as much as those by the office which haven’t been pruned so much as cut back to the trunk and left bald and naked).
Now all the need to do is reopen the path at the end of my walk and I can return to my old route and not have to make any detours. At least I’m remembering to detour these days.
So having been mercifully gout free for a while now my knee has started playing up again. Last time this happened the doctor said it was tendinitis caused by walking funny thanks to gout in my toes, but I’m not so sure. Other than driving I’ve not done anything over the past few days that would cause tendinitis to flair up.
Regardless, my knee now hurts like he’ll when I try and bend it. This makes things like getting dressed and walking to work slightly awkward. Still I’m perseveringly and slowly making my way towards the office looking like I’m working for the Ministry of Funny Walks. I’m also having to take a different route as they’re trimming the trees along my more usual route. This is A Good Thing™ as the branches were getting a tad low.
So this morning I got the train to work, collected the car from the work and drove to the hospital. It’s the school holidays. The roads are empty, the journey uneventful… until I got to the Carpark. There there was a queue. Of the two outpatients carparks one was blocked off (and full by the looks of it) and there were 7 cars waiting to get into the other. A lady in a high visibility jacket was getting cars to stack at the entrance nicely. Once I joined the queue, however, my fears of not being able to get a space were allayed. There were lots of spaces in this carpark. There was obviously just a glut of people arriving…
…or not. After a few minutes the lady in the high visibility jacket went to go see why none of the cars were moving. The reason was simple. There, right by the entrance, was a family getting into a car to leave. Not wanting to pick one of the millions of other spaces the person at the head of the queue was waiting for them to leave.
The family leaving had a frail person in a wheelchair. It was, understandably, taking them time to pack up and get ready. Meanwhile we waited with The Idiot blocking us. Even with the lady waving them on and tapping on the window to get them to move they resolutely stayed put. Meanwhile the queue grew larger.
Finally, after 5 minutes, with a queue of 30 or so cars behind us the blockage was cleared and we were able to stream into the carpark. I was able to park in my choice of bays a scant 10 seconds further walk than the one the moron had held everyone up for and the queue had drained by the time I’d walked back to the entrance.
So, Mr Moron with the numberplate ‘I KOL’, you, sir, are an idiot of the highest order.
There are two bands I’d really quite like to see live: Grendel and Modulate. Both are on tour this year, although neither appear to be playing anywhere or anytime remotely convenient. What would be nice would be a Norwich gig, or Saturday in London so I could go to Slimelight afterwards. Better still having the gig in Slimelight would be ideal (to be fair Modulate did do Slimelight on New Years Eve but that wasn’t going to happen for me for a whole host of reasons). What is actually happening is London gigs midweek (Modulate) or Saturday gigs somewhere awkward (Manchester for Modulate, Derby for Grendel). Its not even like I could combine it with a weekend getaway with The Zozo thanks to the rather naff locations. It’s something I will have to ponder, but I may just have to settle with one gig this year ([X]-Rx are being nice and doing a Saturday, in London, in Slimelight. What more could you ask?)
The other thing I need to ponder is checking out the night in Norwich that does the music I like. Sadly it’s so obscure that this night happens 4 times a year and is lumped in with two other genres. Now, clubbing, as in going to a night club and dancing the night away is fun. Clubbing, as in going to a night club and standing around, drinking or otherwise not dancing doesn’t hold much interest. So do I take the risk and give it a go, safe in the knowledge I can drive home early if it turns out to be pants, or do I just accept that it’s almost certainly going to be a pale imitation of Slimelight populated by kids with a handful of tracks that I’d dance to? To make it an even harder decision one of the Slimelight DJs is doing a guest slot. Hmmm.
I do hope the claims of lovely weather weren’t an April fool by Anglia news. Words like “glorious” were bandied about, pictures of the sun adorned the map and warm temperatures predicted. I have dressed accordingly.
To be fair they did caveat the forecast with the fact that it would start out cloudy, but we were informed this would soon be burned away by the blazing sunshine. Thankfully I had the sense to put my jumper in my bag, mainly because I work with a bunch of fresh air freaks who are forever throwing open the windows and I can’t stand being in a draft.
As it stands words I’d use to describe the day, thus far, are “overcast”, “breezy” and “nippy”.
It sounds so enticing, doesn’t it? “April showers”, a light sprinkling of warm rain on a beautiful spring day, perhaps taking shelter for a few minutes under a tree while it clears before continuing on with whatever you were doing.
Sadly it’s still March and this isn’t a shower, it’s rain. It’s cold, it’s wet and it’s miserable. One wonders if April will
live up to the dream given it’s less than 24 hours away. I suspect not.
So after two days of truly glorious weather I was prepared today. Jumper? Don’t need one of them. I’ll just take it off and stuff it in my bag at the station like I did yesterday. Short sleeved shirt? Check. Sunglasses? Out and ready.
Yeah…
Thankfully I wore a coat and the jumper is still in the bag so I can put that on when I get to work and warm up a little.
Note to self: check weather forecast before planning wardrobe for the day.
They’ve closed part of the riverside walk I use to get in to work. I’m assuming it’s for some kind of planned maintenance given there is a sign saying the footpath will be closed for five days. Admittedly the sign does say it’s closed from the 28th of Feb, a week when I was off so I don’t know if it’s late or a second round of works. Anyway, there is a detour which isn’t too far out of my way, which is s good thing really as every morning I forget to go an alternative route.
