News, of a sort
Aug. 11th, 2008 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaI challenged the parking ticket that my moving-in van got given. It took two months, endless phone calls and sending the appeal in a total of three times, and the letter telling me the final verdict seems to suggest that Islington Parking's office is in Worthing, but they cancelled the ticket. I win.
I have a try-out for a band on Wednesday night. It's a sort of music I can play, very Elastica, and they're taking advantage of a line-up change to turn it into an all-girl band, which they apparently want to make a bit more riot-grrl, and the chat in the pub suggested that long usage has left them with very similar ideas to me about how a band should work, so this could work out well. I went for a drum practice on my own on Saturday afternoon to get the worst of the rust off in time for Wednesday, at a place near Old Street that I'd been to with the abortive band of last year, but I'd forgotten what a dank dark fetid stinking unventilated shithole of a place it was, and even at rates much cheaper than anywhere else in central London I didn't feel like paying them for two hours so I only did one, but that went okay. And as I was walking back towards Old Street someone told me I had a cool t-shirt, so hey.
Some shite is going down at work, as it almost inevitably is, but I'm not in the firing line, meaning I can actually get on with doing stuff. This is a good thing because then I get on with work, giving me means to placate the bossman when I do get onto his radar again. Long may it last. I went and cadged some proper grades of emery paper off the workshop this afternoon so I could polish up some metal samples, which is a curiously satisfying job. The last grade that had a number on it was P1200, and the grade after that felt more like moleskin than sandpaper, and the metal is a lot shinier now. Tomorrow I get to see if making it shinier has helped with what it's needed for.
And, I like the Olympics. For once I have a flatmate who can also see the aesthetic appeal of stuff like gymnastics and diving, rather than one that takes the piss out of it, but anyway it's enjoyable to watch anything being done well so I just like the Olympics.
Also, it's looking like I might fianlly get to do most of the open water dives for my qualification next Sunday. This will be in a flooded pit somewhere under Heathrow, so I won't be able to do the deep bits and anyway it may have been hard to get all of it in in one day, which means the last qualifying bits will be done on the bank holiday trip to Plymouth I was hoping to be qualified in time for. That shouldn't be too much grief, though. It's nice being more generally comfortable with underwaterness; it's made swimming different. When I was doing some more regular swimming in Mile End I was getting more confident about my head being under the surface and suchlike but now I'm finding it interesting to push away from the end and see how far I can get underwater, because underwater is now a familiar place. And yesterday was fun for being underwater even when above it; I was at London Fields Lido, and it was raining.
I have a try-out for a band on Wednesday night. It's a sort of music I can play, very Elastica, and they're taking advantage of a line-up change to turn it into an all-girl band, which they apparently want to make a bit more riot-grrl, and the chat in the pub suggested that long usage has left them with very similar ideas to me about how a band should work, so this could work out well. I went for a drum practice on my own on Saturday afternoon to get the worst of the rust off in time for Wednesday, at a place near Old Street that I'd been to with the abortive band of last year, but I'd forgotten what a dank dark fetid stinking unventilated shithole of a place it was, and even at rates much cheaper than anywhere else in central London I didn't feel like paying them for two hours so I only did one, but that went okay. And as I was walking back towards Old Street someone told me I had a cool t-shirt, so hey.
Some shite is going down at work, as it almost inevitably is, but I'm not in the firing line, meaning I can actually get on with doing stuff. This is a good thing because then I get on with work, giving me means to placate the bossman when I do get onto his radar again. Long may it last. I went and cadged some proper grades of emery paper off the workshop this afternoon so I could polish up some metal samples, which is a curiously satisfying job. The last grade that had a number on it was P1200, and the grade after that felt more like moleskin than sandpaper, and the metal is a lot shinier now. Tomorrow I get to see if making it shinier has helped with what it's needed for.
And, I like the Olympics. For once I have a flatmate who can also see the aesthetic appeal of stuff like gymnastics and diving, rather than one that takes the piss out of it, but anyway it's enjoyable to watch anything being done well so I just like the Olympics.
Also, it's looking like I might fianlly get to do most of the open water dives for my qualification next Sunday. This will be in a flooded pit somewhere under Heathrow, so I won't be able to do the deep bits and anyway it may have been hard to get all of it in in one day, which means the last qualifying bits will be done on the bank holiday trip to Plymouth I was hoping to be qualified in time for. That shouldn't be too much grief, though. It's nice being more generally comfortable with underwaterness; it's made swimming different. When I was doing some more regular swimming in Mile End I was getting more confident about my head being under the surface and suchlike but now I'm finding it interesting to push away from the end and see how far I can get underwater, because underwater is now a familiar place. And yesterday was fun for being underwater even when above it; I was at London Fields Lido, and it was raining.
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Date: 2008-08-11 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-11 09:33 pm (UTC)Olympics: I agree about diving and gymnastics, but I disapprove of the big bloke out of our synchronised diving pair blaming the little one. If you look at the entry his legs are blatantly flopping over more than the little guy and the splash he makes is massive.