This morning was spent on the move. First port of call was Acton library, to find some internet.
Acton has a really nice market on a Saturday - homemade cards, shawls. I particularly liked the
Nation of Islam stand. I really wanted to buy one of her leaflets, all about how Michael Jackson was set up - Calypso preferred the "DNA Conspiracy" CD - but I wasn't sure how to do it without seeming like I was mocking her. Which is exactly what I intended to do, but we were still making friends that day.
Calypso has a marvellous faculty for talking to, with or at virtually anyone, so it was a fun morning. I've always hated not being able to talk to strangers. We had lunch courtesy of Mr Singh again - he gave us some fantastic advice about staying young and being positive. Real fortune cookie movie mentor stuff, brightened my day no end. At the library, we met a little boy who was using his superpowers to open the automatic doors.
We also went around Asda. It's very good for bargains, but keep away from its own brand. Mostly foul tasting, certainly unethical, and never lists whether or not it can be recycled. It's fun paying £1 for everything when you know things normally cost £3 or more - paying £1 for something that's actually got £1 of goodness in it is a little more offputting.
My harmonica playing is getting better - I can play Frere Jaques, and am now working on Kids by MGMT. Bizzarely, the easiest thing I have succeeded in playing so far is Mozart's Clarinet Concerto: the most beautiful song in the world, still strangely beautiful even on my glorified kazoo. Disappointingly, I think my harmonica has the wrong range to play the song I bought it for. Still, it's £3 of fun and is tiding me over until I can get back to a piano. Most people think you've got to blow into harmonicas to make music - actually, it's a combo of blowing and sucking which requires a fiendish amount of breath control. When Magister and I comprised the recorder club, we tested who could hold breath for longer. She's fifty-something, noticeably overweight and a committed smoker. I'm hardly healthy, but still: she held her breath for almost twice as long as me. I still resent my singing teacher for not teaching me how to do it properly. Any hints?
We did a lot of stuff, and I've run out of time to blog it all - including veggie Chinese and a visit from Ajax. Spirita arrived this evening - and she's brought her DVDs...don't expect to hear from me ever again.
Acton has a really nice market on a Saturday - homemade cards, shawls. I particularly liked the
Nation of Islam stand. I really wanted to buy one of her leaflets, all about how Michael Jackson was set up - Calypso preferred the "DNA Conspiracy" CD - but I wasn't sure how to do it without seeming like I was mocking her. Which is exactly what I intended to do, but we were still making friends that day.
Calypso has a marvellous faculty for talking to, with or at virtually anyone, so it was a fun morning. I've always hated not being able to talk to strangers. We had lunch courtesy of Mr Singh again - he gave us some fantastic advice about staying young and being positive. Real fortune cookie movie mentor stuff, brightened my day no end. At the library, we met a little boy who was using his superpowers to open the automatic doors.
We also went around Asda. It's very good for bargains, but keep away from its own brand. Mostly foul tasting, certainly unethical, and never lists whether or not it can be recycled. It's fun paying £1 for everything when you know things normally cost £3 or more - paying £1 for something that's actually got £1 of goodness in it is a little more offputting.
My harmonica playing is getting better - I can play Frere Jaques, and am now working on Kids by MGMT. Bizzarely, the easiest thing I have succeeded in playing so far is Mozart's Clarinet Concerto: the most beautiful song in the world, still strangely beautiful even on my glorified kazoo. Disappointingly, I think my harmonica has the wrong range to play the song I bought it for. Still, it's £3 of fun and is tiding me over until I can get back to a piano. Most people think you've got to blow into harmonicas to make music - actually, it's a combo of blowing and sucking which requires a fiendish amount of breath control. When Magister and I comprised the recorder club, we tested who could hold breath for longer. She's fifty-something, noticeably overweight and a committed smoker. I'm hardly healthy, but still: she held her breath for almost twice as long as me. I still resent my singing teacher for not teaching me how to do it properly. Any hints?
We did a lot of stuff, and I've run out of time to blog it all - including veggie Chinese and a visit from Ajax. Spirita arrived this evening - and she's brought her DVDs...don't expect to hear from me ever again.
Comments (1)
"any hints?"
cough a lot. yes, I mean that.. it helps. If you want you can have some steroids, but the cramps, weight gain, aching and your body's delayed reaction to the instruction to move might make kazooing hard