Tuesday morning and the 7am work shift.
It looked GRIM out there. I was grateful for the opportunity to earn some money without having to spoil the elegance of my loafers or cravat.
The Postman Delivers: a very cheap iPod dock speaker.
Yeah, I know.
Bluetooth and live streaming, blah blah blah bollocks.
But it’s back to basics on the budget around here.
We’ve got a top end Bose speaker from back in the day. This is positioned in what we optimistically refer to as the library - a bookshelf specialising in Nottingham Forest autobiographies from the Glory Years.
I wanted something for the kitchen, something where I can catch up on podcasts whilst we make our way through the latest pasta meal.
A cheapo £10 piece of kit arrived in the post today.
You get what you pay for.
In the WiFi enabled world of the nu tech, this rather backwards beast requires a USB connection to the MacBook, as well as a mic lead in and out from the desktop.
And so not quite so hands free.
But it does the job.
I look forward to meal times now catching up with Daniel Ruiz Tizon et al.
It was an odd day for work shifts, topping and tailing the day. With the early shift finished, I had a window of opportunity to PLAY.
I disappeared for the swim at luncheon.
@MrBoom was in the gym. It was good to get a rare catch up with him.
I then surveyed the not so Sunny Colch weather, and thought F-it.
I had a few things to do in town, and risked the chance of rain.
The first stop was the Town Hall for an Essex Archive exhibition on the maps of Colchester.
Rather enjoyed #Colchester on the Map exhibition at the Town Hall. Disappointing to find no photos allowed. Hey hoe. Open until 5pm. FREE. pic.twitter.com/73uoOpnm6g
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) November 15, 2016
It was half-decent, although they were a little snooty and the use of photography.
I then headed to Firstsite, a space that is gloriously anything but snooty of late.
The parting gift of Anthony Roberts in his Firstsite fandango was to arrange a Gee Vaucher retrospective. It is quite a feat to assemble together elements of her work covering five decades of creativity.
Critical, anarchic, piss-taking art.
The way it should be.
I just about got away with the weather, but didn’t want to make the same mistake as yesterday with a moonlit cycle along the Trail.
It was beastly along the muddy banks if you were riding a bicycle.
Mr Sainsbury delivered an order late afternoon that basically consisted of Bran Flakes and BOOZE.
Chin chin.
The kittens occupied themselves with all the fall out from the delivery.
And then an evening of work shifts followed.
I played The Feeding of the 5,000 VERY LOUD, inspired by my Firstsite visit.
It did the job of blasting away any f-ing hippie fluffiness that has tried to take hold of me of late.
“Fuck the politically minded, here’s something I want to say,
About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.”
YEAH.