Resolving ifttt issues on Bank Holiday Monday morning is something that I didn’t want to do.
And so I didn’t.
Move along.
I received an email from ifttt a few days ago saying that one of my apps was offline. It didn’t explain which one - which wasn’t particularly helpful.
By deduction over the past few days, I’ve worked out that’s it’s the auto tweet whenever I upload a new video from my YT channel.
A little poking around, and ifttt has now made YT a pro feature. No ta. I can simply cut and paste any content over to Twitter as part of the workflow.
I did think of using another service like Zapier. But the stupid Internet of Things is still dumb. It never really happened. It was just a by-word for companies like ifttt to draw you in, then head over to subscription.
The most important tech mantra I’ve learnt over recent years is MOVE ALONG. Spend five minutes faffing around, then yep, move along.
Go for a bicycle ride or something.
Speaking of which…
To the Coast! on the Raleigh electric!
Any bloody Coast, tbh. It’s a Bank Holiday. It’s the Mod thing, innit.
The plan was to roll out towards Frinton, only to lead to the inevitable disappointment of the bloody brilliant second hand record shop being closed.
The main disappointment was that I got a little confused with my directions. I missed the Frinton turn off. I ended up on the outskirts of Clacton. I didn’t hang around long.
There was one hell of a head wind around the coast. I had no shame in flicking the electric switch up to Tour mode.
WHOOSH.
The chain and crank on the Raleigh is now running smooth. The slight loosening of the tight chain seems to have lost the constant CLANKING sound coming out of the crank.
It looked there had been some major Bank Holiday spring cleans around the Clacton coast. Every other item had a FREE sign outside with various junk dropped on the driveway. I skimmed for CD’s, but with no joy.
I raised a smile at seeing Nottingham Road, then Manchester Road - in Holland on Sea. No wonder this lot voted for silly Brexit.
I finally made it along the coast and was washed up in Frinton.
Betcha the bloody brilliant record shop is closed.
wait.
Nope - it’s only bloody open. TUCK IN.
I decided to limit my time and spend. I could spend half the afternoon in here and wipe out the red column in my Treats Spreadsheet.
It’s not actually called Treats Spreadsheet, but it does exist.
I flicked through the racks. They even had a copy of Diesel Park West’s Decency.
I walked out with the Beats International debut, Japan’s Quiet Life, Primal Scream’s Evil Heat, PIL’s Best Of, World Party’s Bang! and a couple of Miles Davis. Yours for £14, Sir. GEDDIN.
I time trialled it back to Weird WIv. We had plans to spend a couple of hours at the Beer Festival. But the play offs sucked us in.
Football. Bloody hell, etc.
Album of the Day: Ella Fitzgerald - The Gershwin Songbook
Walt Disney music, innit.
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