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Saturday, July 24, 2010

My system breaks down

OK, it isn't much of a system. Basically I bought a new bookcase and put my V-dvds on it. Films are in alphabetical order, LOCI is a bit more problematical. Bought ones go first, then a mixture of home-produced and "first sight" which were sent to me by Eliza when episodes first aired in the US. As I recorded most episodes 3 or 4 times (just to be safe) that's where the system has flaws. These dvds take up a lot of shelf space. Apparently so much that there was no room for all (two) of Season 9.

So where did I put them? My friend was finally here to see Part 1 yesterday, and I could not find it.

I appear to have a download on my computer, but it has the end missing.

How in earth could I have arrived at this disgraceful set of circumstances? I am ashamed! I wish I were as organised as Diane.

If anyone has a complete download still on Megaupload that I can snaffle, I would be forever grateful.

What. A. Man.

A for Alpha.





























Friday, July 23, 2010

ITWSH - the time I was thinking of the Vixens and GGG

Here are three I made earlier. Can't wait for the Vixens' stuff to go live (have already seen ruby's and Liz's over at Nantz's and am longing for MORE!)











Thursday, July 22, 2010

Lasting Legacy

The world has lost two great figures from the world of music, today, both with very strong operatic links.

First there was Sir Charles Mackerras. He was a brilliant conductor with a great reputation (totally deserved) in so many aspects of that art. His renderings of Janacek were legendary. I was lucky enough to see him conduct performances of The Makropolos Case by English National Opera. I also saw his fabulous performances of Handel's Julius Caesar (of which I once posted an aria sung by Valerie Masterson) and was at his recording by the same artist of Verdi's La Traviata at Abbey Road, no less.


Mackerras was born in 1925 in the US, but grew up in Australia. He travelled all over the world to conduct, but was based in the UK. He was due to conduct at the Proms this summer at London's Royal Albert Hall, and I was thinking about attending the event for the first time in many years. Alas.

Now we've lost Anthony Rolfe Johnson, a tenor with a wonderful voice and amazing technique.

Tony began life as a farmer, and didn't really discover his voice till he was in his late 20s. He was a very small man with a face that was ugly enough to be almost attractive. I first saw him perform the title role in Monteverdi's Orfeo. I remember him going through the pages and pages of ornamentation in the score with a couple of us "regulars" after a performance one evening. It takes a pretty impressive person to do that with a couple of relative strangers after such an exhausting performance.


The only time I didn't enjoy a show of his was when he was miscast as Des Greux in Massenet's Manon opposite an equally miscast - and very tall - American singer in the title role. To my knowledge, he had the wisdom never to sing that role again.

Tony was only 69.

Seriously though, folks

Not much in this episode to laugh at.

As for making Bobby "Grow", I'm sure I could give him a hand...






































Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Ann's story continues

Our most excellent Vixen Ann has written the second chapter of her Mrs Bobby Goren story for our hero's life after he gets fired.

Hold on to your hats - it's a bumpy ride!

http://aftermajorcase.blogspot.com/

Cruise to Where?

Nowhere? Anywhere? Who cares!


























Tuesday, July 20, 2010

I'm sorry, but...

You set me on fire.


You hold me in the palm of your hand.


Each expression holds me in thrall.


I want to smooth your brow and kiss your lips.


I want to rub noses with you.


Heck, I just want you.

Monday, July 19, 2010

What do we want?

Bobby!

When do we want him?

Now!
































Sunday, July 18, 2010

Another Major Contribution

The dual strand of stories over at After Major Case continues with another episode from Lynn.

It's a rollercoaster over there!

http://aftermajorcase.blogspot.com/

Restful Weekend

Ah, my ambition.

Saturday is usually my day for topping up my shopping at the local shops. I found out on Friday that there was a local council meeting I'd offered to go to that was happening from 11am to 1pm at the Civic Suite.

I got up at 5.30 to let out the hens and feed them. I decided it was pointless going back to bed, and after feeding the cats and the parrot, I showered, dressed and fed myself. Then off to the shops (feeding the ducks on the river en route), where I forgot a few things in my hurry.

Fed the ducks again on the way back, unloaded the shopping, loaded the fridge (with difficulty, even the new one can't cope with my generosity towards my girls) and walked back towards the town centre to catch a bus to the secondary town centre (Catford) where the offices are. On trying to board the bus, I discovered that I had not topped up my Oyster Card (a prepay travel card that makes travelling in London cheaper) but luckily the driver let me on anyway.

The meeting - about a thing called a Local Implementation Plan, or LIP - was to discuss ideas for how to put into practice the London Mayor's transport plans for the capital. It was quite interesting. I couldn't get out of my mind, however, his desire to build a cable car across the Thames in time for the Olympics!

After the meeting, I hunted for a shop that had Oyster top-up, then got a bus back to Lewisham where I had a swift lunch in a cafe before trudging home again, feeding the ducks en route...

At that point I thought I'd better go to the pet superstore, where lately I have been spending over £100 a week. Staggeringly, they did not have ANY bags of my usual cat litter. They didn't even have a kit to sew up my cats' rear ends to stop them performing their natural functions till the shop can get some in.

During the evening, shot off emails to the company, and to the manufacturer of the litter, so that I could not be fobbed off with the "supply problem" red herring. A reply today from the manufacturer confirms that the store has just made a very large order, presumably to make up for having under-ordered in recent weeks.

Sunday is the day I only have a quick wash down, and don't get dressed in any way that could be seen by respectable people. Got up again at 5.30 for hens, fed cats and parrot, who also received a feather spray. Then back to bed by about 6.30, where darling Shelley intruded himself repeatedly on my attempts to grab some more shuteye. Managed to doze till about 9.15. Fed hens (again), washed, "dressed", fed me, stretched out on the sofa to try to sleep some more, but failed, and only felt worse.

Let the hens out in the garden and sat reading for a while. It was approaching lunchtime, so I thought I'd better clean out their home before eating, to avoid all that bending on a full stomach. Got out the portable run (only weighs a couple of tons, or at least that is what my muscles told me) and managed to get both girls inside without chasing them round for too long.

A couple of hot, sticky, sweaty hours later, lunch.

Eventually finished the clean-up completely, freed the girls from their temporary home and enticed them back with yet more fresh nosh.

Collapsed.

Till it was time to put the girls to bed. Then later to feed the cats and make-do with an inferior litter (though that hasn't yet happened). Untethered is on in an hour. Just when I should be getting ready for bed.

Then up again at 5.30 to see to the chickens then go to work refreshed by my restful weekend.

The view from anywhere...

...is perfect as long as it contains Bobby.

Poor baby looks so tired in this one.
































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