The overnight body count for dead rodents was two. One of them was left on the stairs. Dotty had fun overnight.
I had fun before the first cup of tea of the day when I checked the Premium Bonds app. As ever, it’s not enough to retire on. But it will keep my CD spreadsheet in the black for another month.
Album of the Day: UB40 - Signing Off
Still sounds fresh, still has plenty to say as an album. That’s more of a comment on the shitty state of the UK, 43 years since the original release. I love the space that the songs have to breathe. Music needn’t be complicated.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
One of my Dropbox accounts threatened self deactivation. I’d forgotten I had it. I have been using the workaround of Dropbox Encore to run two accounts off the same machine.
The Encore account was mainly for work video and audio dumps. I no longer have access to the email address associated with the account.
Arse.
It got a little fiddly, but I managed to regain control and keep the account ticking over.
This led me to looking at the content that’s in there. It includes my old audioboo(m) content stretching back to 2009. There’s 676 pieces of audio buried away in there.
Audioboo made the account private by default after I politely refused the offer to go down the subscription model. The page hangs there, essentially dead to the modern interweb.
The next challenge for Friday morning was to get the content out of the silo. It wasn’t quite that simple. I tried various batch scraping tools, but not of them were able to deliver.
Silly silos.
My patience was tested for ten minutes too long. After 15 minutes of trying, I called it quits. I’ve got the original audio backed up in various hard drives stored away in the bomb box in the loft. They’ll come in handy one day. Honest.
Robert Elms had a decent show on BBC London. Cover to Cover was Working My Way Back To You, Frankie Vs the Detroit Spinners.
The DS won by a mile. I even allowed myself a little bop in the office.
There was also a great goth feature with an interview with Cathi Unsworth on her new Season of the Witch book.
I pondered a Lidl BOOZE run mid-afternoon. I’m not sure why, but I thought I would give the Weird Wiv Coop a shifty first.
WOH.
Result.
I don’t quite know what was going off here. There was shelves and shelves of reduced BOOZE. It was priced down to around £1 per pint. The sell by dates across the various brands was November 2023.
Like I said - I don’t quite know what was going off here.
I filled my boots. And my bags. I even spared the expense of a bag for life to carry back as much BOOZE as I could manage.
I then turned around and headed out for a return trip.
The lovely neighbours were tipped off. And A.
We have plans to return at 8am and wipe out the aisles.
Chin chin.
My main Twitter account was b0Rked for most of the afternoon. All the tweets appeared not available. Ten years ago and this would have mattered. I don’t give a shit these days. They did re-appear later in the evening.
The Forest retained list for next season was no great surprise. I feel sorry for Lingard. He never got going at the World Famous City Ground.
Meanwhile Harry Arter somehow still hangs on to a contract at Trentside. I doubt if Steve Cooper even knows who he is.
We finished Friday watching more hit ‘n’ giggle with the ‘rrey away at Gloucestershire. Given the BOOZE theme of the day, this was oddly a teetotal telly viewing experience.
