We went to see the Alabama 3 last night.
Oh. My. Word. They were excellent. They're not from Alabama and there's more than 3 of them.
My previous exposure to them was limited to their theme song from The Sopranos, and after last night I will definitely be getting some more of their stuff. If you have the opportunity, go and see them live. Bloody great.
Other news: Still got a cough. Buggeration.
Showing posts with label hypochondriac tendencies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hypochondriac tendencies. Show all posts
Friday, 28 September 2007
Thursday, 27 September 2007
Blisters
On my fingers! How rock and roll is that?
No, seriously. Is it?
I have no idea.
Had so much fun at my mate's house last night. His son played the drums (rather well I must say), mate and I made lots of noise on a Strat and Les Paul respectively, and mate's daughter joined us on the bass for a bit. She claimed she couldn't play it but to be honest it didn't matter.
It didn't help that her brother kept laughing and telling her she looked like a toad. In a nice way.
Our showstopper was Nirvana's "About a Girl" which worked really well. Possibly because for most of it there are only 2 chords.
I did a bit of messing about with riffy bits, including Smoke on the Water (obviously), Sweet Home Alabama (mmmmm) and a lot of blues stuff. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and hope we can do it again before too much longer.
Especially as they'd got chocolate fingers in specially. The biscuits, I mean.
My own (non-chocolate) fingers are really, really sore today, though. Typing is taking longer than usual as a result. Sorry. Try and read slower so you don't overtake me.
Other news: Mr WithaY and I are off to see a band* this evening. So much social activity in a week. Who says life in Wiltshire is like living in the 1930s?
Nobody. But if they did, they'd be wrong.
Also: I've got a bit of a cough.
In itself that's not big deal, but I have had several very nasty bouts of bronchitis over the last 10 years or so, so a cough now scares the bejeezus out of me.
Last time I had bronchitis I was coughing up blood and had to go and have TB x-rays (I didn't have TB, in case you were worried). Hopefully it's going to stay just a bit of a cough but I will be keeping myself well wrapped up and putting the heating on at home to be on the safe side.
Am sucking Lockets** as well. Mmmmm. Sugar.
Burn is all but healed up now, so hurrah for that.
Which reminds me. Mr WithaY told me he thinks the pic of me on here with the camera makes me look like one of the giant robots from "Laputa, Castle in the Sky". Not sure if I think that's a good thing or not.
On the one hand, resembling a huge anime robot is pretty cool.
On the other hand, husbands are generally supposed to admire beauty, charm, warmth and fragility in their wives. Not their resemblance to a huge destructive robot.
Perhaps it's the way I can level buildings simply by using the power of my eyes that does it.
*If they're any good I'll be sure to tell you
**The cough sweet, not somebody with a slighty crap nickname
No, seriously. Is it?
I have no idea.
Had so much fun at my mate's house last night. His son played the drums (rather well I must say), mate and I made lots of noise on a Strat and Les Paul respectively, and mate's daughter joined us on the bass for a bit. She claimed she couldn't play it but to be honest it didn't matter.
It didn't help that her brother kept laughing and telling her she looked like a toad. In a nice way.
Our showstopper was Nirvana's "About a Girl" which worked really well. Possibly because for most of it there are only 2 chords.
I did a bit of messing about with riffy bits, including Smoke on the Water (obviously), Sweet Home Alabama (mmmmm) and a lot of blues stuff. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and hope we can do it again before too much longer.
Especially as they'd got chocolate fingers in specially. The biscuits, I mean.
My own (non-chocolate) fingers are really, really sore today, though. Typing is taking longer than usual as a result. Sorry. Try and read slower so you don't overtake me.
Other news: Mr WithaY and I are off to see a band* this evening. So much social activity in a week. Who says life in Wiltshire is like living in the 1930s?
Nobody. But if they did, they'd be wrong.
Also: I've got a bit of a cough.
In itself that's not big deal, but I have had several very nasty bouts of bronchitis over the last 10 years or so, so a cough now scares the bejeezus out of me.
Last time I had bronchitis I was coughing up blood and had to go and have TB x-rays (I didn't have TB, in case you were worried). Hopefully it's going to stay just a bit of a cough but I will be keeping myself well wrapped up and putting the heating on at home to be on the safe side.
Am sucking Lockets** as well. Mmmmm. Sugar.
Burn is all but healed up now, so hurrah for that.
Which reminds me. Mr WithaY told me he thinks the pic of me on here with the camera makes me look like one of the giant robots from "Laputa, Castle in the Sky". Not sure if I think that's a good thing or not.
On the one hand, resembling a huge anime robot is pretty cool.
On the other hand, husbands are generally supposed to admire beauty, charm, warmth and fragility in their wives. Not their resemblance to a huge destructive robot.
Perhaps it's the way I can level buildings simply by using the power of my eyes that does it.
*If they're any good I'll be sure to tell you
**The cough sweet, not somebody with a slighty crap nickname
Thursday, 19 July 2007
Arrrrr gym lad
I am sitting at my desk in a rosy glow of self-satisfaction this lunchtime. Not because of anything remotely work-connected, that's all still shite. Gah. So shite I can't bear to think about it at the moment, to be honest.
This sickening warm feeling is because I went to the gym after work last night, and am planning to go again this evening. I didn't do a huge amount, only half an hour on a couple of machines, but it is a start. And I feel much more cheerful today than I have for a while, which may be a coincidence, but is more likely due to me releasing my inner dolphins through exercise.
The reason for my sudden re-energisation is not because I have a holiday looming and want to be a gorgeous bikini-clad beach babe.
No, no, no.
It's because I frightened the shit out of myself the other week by taking my blood pressure on a mate's do-it-yourself-at-home-with-no-medical-supervision blood pressure test kit. Mine was dangerously high, as was his, but I am not prepared to assume that the machine was faulty.
So.
Action to take? Get down the gym and try to bring it down a bit before my head explodes and I start spurting blood out of my ears like a fire hydrant. I assume that's what happens when you have high blood pressure? Or maybe I'll have a fit of apoplexy and collapse all purple-faced like a Dickensian villain.
I am also trying to be less stressed about work. I am doing a good job, and I am doing it to the best of my ability, so I think I will try to be less hard on myself and relax a bit more about things.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, much better.
I'm working at home tomorrow so don't have the hellish It's Friday So Let's All Drive To The West Country For The Weekend traffic to contend with, which is a huge plus.
Mr WithaY has a fun-packed weekend planned involving both shooting AND fishing. Not at the same time, mind. Unless he's bought a spear gun I don;t know about....hmmm....better check that.
He is the man who, when we were on our way to a re-enactor's market for me to buy linen and buttons stated "Oh yes, and I need a crossbow." He cunningly waited until we were two hours from home, therefore too far away to turn round and abort the mission before making his announcement. We arrived, I bought some linen, some pewter buttons, and some thread, he bought an oak and steel Sixteenth Century pattern crossbow. With bolts. Thank goodness, as the lack of one in the house was getting seriously embarrassing.
Heh.
I may go into Bath and mooch round the shops. Or I may try to tackle the ridiculous jungle that has developed at the side of the house. Or I may do some stained glass as I have a couple of commissions for friends that I think I have enough glass to do.
Or, most likely, I will drag my unwilling self into the supermarket, buy enough food for the weekend, get the papers and then sit and read, listen to music and get all the domestic stuff done in a nice relaxed way.
So many options.
If we're lucky we might get a call from a neighbour inviting us out, as the weather forecast is looking encouragingly positive. I love having parties but it isn't practical if Mr WithaY is out on Saturday AND Sunday, so maybe we'll have another one later in the summer.
Summer. Ha.
This sickening warm feeling is because I went to the gym after work last night, and am planning to go again this evening. I didn't do a huge amount, only half an hour on a couple of machines, but it is a start. And I feel much more cheerful today than I have for a while, which may be a coincidence, but is more likely due to me releasing my inner dolphins through exercise.
The reason for my sudden re-energisation is not because I have a holiday looming and want to be a gorgeous bikini-clad beach babe.
No, no, no.
It's because I frightened the shit out of myself the other week by taking my blood pressure on a mate's do-it-yourself-at-home-with-no-medical-supervision blood pressure test kit. Mine was dangerously high, as was his, but I am not prepared to assume that the machine was faulty.
So.
Action to take? Get down the gym and try to bring it down a bit before my head explodes and I start spurting blood out of my ears like a fire hydrant. I assume that's what happens when you have high blood pressure? Or maybe I'll have a fit of apoplexy and collapse all purple-faced like a Dickensian villain.
I am also trying to be less stressed about work. I am doing a good job, and I am doing it to the best of my ability, so I think I will try to be less hard on myself and relax a bit more about things.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, much better.
I'm working at home tomorrow so don't have the hellish It's Friday So Let's All Drive To The West Country For The Weekend traffic to contend with, which is a huge plus.
Mr WithaY has a fun-packed weekend planned involving both shooting AND fishing. Not at the same time, mind. Unless he's bought a spear gun I don;t know about....hmmm....better check that.
He is the man who, when we were on our way to a re-enactor's market for me to buy linen and buttons stated "Oh yes, and I need a crossbow." He cunningly waited until we were two hours from home, therefore too far away to turn round and abort the mission before making his announcement. We arrived, I bought some linen, some pewter buttons, and some thread, he bought an oak and steel Sixteenth Century pattern crossbow. With bolts. Thank goodness, as the lack of one in the house was getting seriously embarrassing.
Heh.
I may go into Bath and mooch round the shops. Or I may try to tackle the ridiculous jungle that has developed at the side of the house. Or I may do some stained glass as I have a couple of commissions for friends that I think I have enough glass to do.
Or, most likely, I will drag my unwilling self into the supermarket, buy enough food for the weekend, get the papers and then sit and read, listen to music and get all the domestic stuff done in a nice relaxed way.
So many options.
If we're lucky we might get a call from a neighbour inviting us out, as the weather forecast is looking encouragingly positive. I love having parties but it isn't practical if Mr WithaY is out on Saturday AND Sunday, so maybe we'll have another one later in the summer.
Summer. Ha.
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