“Better to have something to remember, than something to regret.”
– Frank Zappa
And so, we head towards the end of 2017.
“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss
Plans for 2018?
1. I’m going to try and write something at least once week.
2. And take a photo every day.
3. Exercise more.
4. Do more music, record more songs and pieces.
I remember hearing Mark Knopfler say about reaching a point where the road ahead is shorter than the one behind. So, time to start doing things today your future self will thank you for, another nugget I heard the other day.
And as for Cornwall? Ah…. seems a long time ago now…. one day….
Nothing much to report….
Recording, as the summer ends as well as making a few changes for the future.
“Sometimes a man meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.”
– The International (2009)
So, Jesus Boom Jnr found me a new “client” the other week and I was left with no doubt from him and the missus, that I was to throw my hat in the ring…..
So, I did. A couple of weeks enused, with no word at all, not even an email saying they’d received my submission. Many a day passed where I would moan and proclaim “this is why I don’t bother and stay self employed!”
Now, this is where it gets weird….
A week ago, a student/family well known for not letting me know the lesson had been cancelled until I was on the doorstep, once again, failed to even open the door to me. As this meant me standing in the cold, dark and rain, whilst I could see someone through the curtains, playing with their phone, after 3 rings and a knock on the door, I finally called time and stormed home.
Leaving it until the following morning, to see if they even had the manners to call me and see why I hadn’t shown up, which they didn’t do, I gave up and left a stroppy message telling them what had happened and that they had now forfeited their slot entirely…. A call was then made by the mum who said she had left a message for me on my phone. “Bollocks she did,” was my response. There was no call and no voicemail icon indicating a message had been left.
Two days the moaning went on. Jesus Boom Jnr trying to placate me on our weekly trip to the supermarket, by suggesting a Skype message had been left. “Nope, I get an email if a message has been left. It’s bullshit. She never left a message. Sod it, we’ll check it then!”
Considering I only check the voicemails on the mobile when the icon alerts me, or I know I’ve missed a call, I wasn’t expecting anything….
Especially not the very first message I got….
“Hello Lord Boom. It’s **** calling from ****** FC. We’re very keen to talk to you regarding maths tuition. If you could give me a call back to discuss coming in for a meeting on Friday.”
Now, considering this was Thursday morning, with no idea at all when the message had been left, you can imagine the language that was then vomitted out, as The Boomwagon was forced into an immediate about turn and a return to Boomerverse HQ to administer what’s known as “damage limitation” or at the very least try to talk my way out of why I had failed to get in touch….What happened next is a tale for another day…. suffice to say, I got the meeting and I did my thing…. and when Lord JB does his thing, well, it’s never let him down yet…..
So, if I hadn’t been left on the doorstep, I wouldn’t have called. (I usually don’t, I just don’t go back….). If I hadn’t called, the mother wouldn’t have called back. (She usually doesn’t….) And why, why, why, did I on this occasion, against everything I normally do, check my voicemail for a message I knew wasn’t going to be on there?
The Long and Winding Road continues it’s weird meanderings through the Boomerverse. I’ll keep riding the bike down it I guess. Where it’s taking me, I’ve no idea, I’ll let you know when I get there, but it’s been so long, I don’t really know what else to do….
Today was the day that the chaps came round firstly for the rubbish and secondly for the recycling, the plastic, the glass and what not…
Over the past fortnight, we had duly separated glass from plastic, plastic from glass, cardboard from both, like good little sheep.
I guess that’s not good enough, as the recycling bin was emptied, but the boxes containing excess plastic bottles were left, not to mention the “green” bin containing glass next to it. You’d think that as local councils get paid for this shit, so I’ve been told, they’d take whatever they can get.
So I tell you what, fuck ya. I’m out. The lot can go in the empty rubbish bin I put out week after week, as after composting, there’s nothing left to put in it.
Just having a little play around with a blog post, as my patience is wearing wafer thin with the whole thing….
After trying to get my Flickr photos to appear, it may be more hassle than it’s worth, as I can’t seem to get them to align in any useful manner, as, as soon as I try, the image gets lost….
So, I may just post them like these…. eating up my bandwidth…. but, anyway, needs must. Click any of ’em, to embigulate, should you wish.
Elsewhere in the Boomerverse, the allotment is being cleared, videos are being edited and various tunes are being made. All will arrive here in good time. Although, sooner would be a whole lot more useful than later. As I once rather profoundly said to someone…
“Time is a race you are unable to win, regardless of the head start you foolishly assume to have been afforded.”
Just got the key to my new acquisition….
…. now some hard work begins. Video, pics and all sorts of bits and bobs to come….
For a while now, the wanderlust has been rumbling in the background. It’s starting to get a little too loud now…
The grass is always greener, I am more aware of that after living in Canada for a few years, but, the world is too large and interesting a place to hang around for too long.
So, various lines have been cast, now we wait to see which destination bites first….
Speaking of which, the sea. I’m still waiting for my first catch. This fishing is a little more frustrating than I gave it credit for. Good job I’m not relying on it for survival….
The weather here is still good. I’d hardly call it a heatwave, as we would be led to believe. It’s warm, or hot yes, but a heatwave? Right…. it’s the summer, isn’t this what it does in the summer? I remember many a lazy summer on the beach shrimping with friends every day after school, cooking them in a kettle in various beach huts and devouring them with Coke and crisps. Meaning, a warm June/July… how quickly we forget….
I’ve almost finished 2 websites for clients. If you want me to set up a site, or WordPress blog, drop me a line, lordboom [at] theboomerverse [dot] com
“When your views on the world and your intellect are being challenged and you begin to feel uncomfortable because of a contradiction you’ve detected that is threatening your current model of the world.… pay attention. You are about to learn something.”
– William H. Drury, Jr. (1921-1992)
Our Fight Against Global Climate Change
Temperatures are increasing, glaciers are melting fast, and sea levels are rising. The entire planet is affected by global warming, and polar bears in Antarctica aren’t the only ones facing changes.
…. er…. slight problem…. I think polar bears only live in the “Arctic”.
If they’ve been concerned about the lack of polar bears in the “Antarctic”, I think I can see why the numbers are down a bit….