Merry New Year
Jan. 2nd, 2006 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaThat Olly is a cunning man. He was involved in a temporary band that were meant to be doing some ska thing as the first band on at the Freebutt on New Year's Eve. At the band's second ever practice, on the morning of New Year's Eve, they decided they weren't really going to be able to pull it off. Olly is also the guitarist in the Bad Fucks, however, and volunteered us to jump into the breach. Thus for a total of twenty minutes' work behind a drum kit I got into the NYE event I'd been planning to go to anyway for free, and even got some free beer.
Well, and a bit of running around and carrying heavy stuff. I have recently bought an car and am officially now part of the problem, but it's kind of on an experimental basis to see exactly how much gear I can get in a Peugot 106 (given that every bit of my kit and recording gear went in the back of an even smaller Fiat Panda, I expect quite a lot), exactly how often I will be able to do something there was no other practical way to do and exactly how far you can travel on as little fuel as possible. It's a diesel and I haven't yet enough information for a full analysis but I did a full family tour of the North last week and the preliminary data suggests about 70 mpg. Anyway the thing was, I got back from the North at 6.45 on New Year's Eve and this is when I found out we had a gig at 8.30. After several days of living at parent-speed and whiling away afternoons watching telly, having basically no time in which to get some food down, arrange stuff with people, get changed and get gear to a gig felt truly like coming home.
We haven't even practiced in three weeks and did an OK job, I'd say. The other bands weren't bad, though weren't quite hitting me right, but it was a fun and sociable evening all round. I met an old ex who has a new girlfriend. Umm, yeah, might call that number when I've got over this cold. And there was even beer left over from the free beer for the bands so we left with the crates of triumph, and I wish I'd been in a state to carry on but the heavy gear was getting to me so I went home via chips in pitta and woke up with a horrible cold which explained that, so.
Last year I really wanted to do a big review of the year and it didn't happen because I was being busy. This year I'm not even going to think about it. I had a huge long list of things to do this holiday and I've got a lot of them done, but not as many as I'd hoped, though I have got some actual rest in too. Back to work and back to the whole thing tomorrow.
I think I've given up on the grand plan of devoting a whole day or two to doing a proper whole tidy and rearrange in my room. It never works, I get a certain amount done and then it gets left in heaps again, albeit more organised ones than before. Towards the end of last year, though, I rediscovered the amazing amount you can get tidied, even if only superficially, in ten minutes. It's the difference between walking across the floor and climbing across it. Thus I'm going to make it a resolution to do at least one Ten-Minute-Tidy of at least *something* in the house, at least once a week. Yes, that is how rarely I do housework that that's an improvement, if you don't count the necessary work to make the kitchen usable after the flatmate's been in it, and washing up, which I don't. Not only that, I shall try and put at least one solid hour chunk in a week towards more serious structural tidying. I've got one eye on the end of the academic year and maybe having to rent out this room or even this flat while I go somewhere else. For that the bathroom needs finally finishing, I can't imagine what I could do with the kitchen, the lounge and hall and second bedroom need considerable repairs as well as repainting... It's going to take some work.
Well, and a bit of running around and carrying heavy stuff. I have recently bought an car and am officially now part of the problem, but it's kind of on an experimental basis to see exactly how much gear I can get in a Peugot 106 (given that every bit of my kit and recording gear went in the back of an even smaller Fiat Panda, I expect quite a lot), exactly how often I will be able to do something there was no other practical way to do and exactly how far you can travel on as little fuel as possible. It's a diesel and I haven't yet enough information for a full analysis but I did a full family tour of the North last week and the preliminary data suggests about 70 mpg. Anyway the thing was, I got back from the North at 6.45 on New Year's Eve and this is when I found out we had a gig at 8.30. After several days of living at parent-speed and whiling away afternoons watching telly, having basically no time in which to get some food down, arrange stuff with people, get changed and get gear to a gig felt truly like coming home.
We haven't even practiced in three weeks and did an OK job, I'd say. The other bands weren't bad, though weren't quite hitting me right, but it was a fun and sociable evening all round. I met an old ex who has a new girlfriend. Umm, yeah, might call that number when I've got over this cold. And there was even beer left over from the free beer for the bands so we left with the crates of triumph, and I wish I'd been in a state to carry on but the heavy gear was getting to me so I went home via chips in pitta and woke up with a horrible cold which explained that, so.
Last year I really wanted to do a big review of the year and it didn't happen because I was being busy. This year I'm not even going to think about it. I had a huge long list of things to do this holiday and I've got a lot of them done, but not as many as I'd hoped, though I have got some actual rest in too. Back to work and back to the whole thing tomorrow.
I think I've given up on the grand plan of devoting a whole day or two to doing a proper whole tidy and rearrange in my room. It never works, I get a certain amount done and then it gets left in heaps again, albeit more organised ones than before. Towards the end of last year, though, I rediscovered the amazing amount you can get tidied, even if only superficially, in ten minutes. It's the difference between walking across the floor and climbing across it. Thus I'm going to make it a resolution to do at least one Ten-Minute-Tidy of at least *something* in the house, at least once a week. Yes, that is how rarely I do housework that that's an improvement, if you don't count the necessary work to make the kitchen usable after the flatmate's been in it, and washing up, which I don't. Not only that, I shall try and put at least one solid hour chunk in a week towards more serious structural tidying. I've got one eye on the end of the academic year and maybe having to rent out this room or even this flat while I go somewhere else. For that the bathroom needs finally finishing, I can't imagine what I could do with the kitchen, the lounge and hall and second bedroom need considerable repairs as well as repainting... It's going to take some work.