The Book of Sifty

The bottom of the heap 9:10AM

Goddam it. I keep slipping down the bottom of the pile.. even Crispy is ahead of me. How could this happen

Well wicked phat beats and pieces.. 10:28AM

Well look some of us have jobs you know Ash!, and despite the best efforts otherwise I have to do some work.
So, no, the above wasn't supposed to be a lame arse attempt to get to the top of the list.. I meant to write something else but got distracted by that annoying work thing.

On that note Ash if you aren't happy with the current weather I'll swap places in a second dude. I'll take the 'marginal' spring days and you can sit inside behind a computer!

Last night I kept the old lady network happy (some readers may remember The Network came to my rescue in London, sorting me out with accommodation). Well my mothers friend had purchased a new micro system stereo, since her current one had no tape player. As usual I get the job of unpacking, plugging in, and setting up all my mothers friends appliances. This usually involve a feature summary, a quick 'what button do I press to record ...' Last night my mums friend goes 'well I don't know what to do with my old system.. do you want to take it away'.
Bo! Well wicked! Despite having no tape deck (like I listen to tapes..) I think it is a much better bit of kit than the one that replaced it. But still it disturbs me how these things seem to gravitate towards me.. I accumulate stuff in my sleep.