Today I’m fighting for bandwidth against a cygwin download…..I need wget ‘cos I can’t get firefox to change its cache location to another drive, thats what you get for setting up win98 on a 500Mb partition, isn’t it? Theres 40Gigs free in the rest of the machine but to download anything it has to go via the now-full system disk. Grrr.
That aside, I went for a wander around the fens earlier. Admittedly I didn’t get very far beyond my village, but I did at least see a field. I was wondering howcome some of these things landed in the ditch at the roadside, there are some things that make sense, like car wheels or coffee cups, I guess even the childs trainers make some kind of sense, but how does a plant pot end up in a ditch in the middle of nowhere? Or a copy of company accounts? Or a handbag?
Perhaps the answer came a few hundred yards later when the footpath ran out at the household recycling centre. An unusual destination for a walk, I suppose, but there didn’t seem much option, so I wandered around a bit, between the shiny new volvos and the battered transits, amazed at the pile of broken washing machines and hardcore.
On the way back, after passing a man with a measuring wheel[0], I noticed the extensive brambles between the A10 and my housing estate – if I’m still here autumn next year I’ll be out with the coathangers trying to avoid the scratches…
Then I darted through an alleyway into the back of another of the village estates, this one has made an attempt at fitting its houses into the surroundings, by giving them apparently random styling from 1900s, 1930s and 1950s, and placing them around a series of ‘village greens’ which don’t make any sense at all, theres no shops, no ammenities, not even a postbox on most of them. All of this plays havoc with my sense of direction, since I’d expected all roads from the village green to go *somewhere*, the one I chose lead into the back door of the school. Oh well, round and round again.
…and Octaine on Thursday night was good, the punk set (whoever that was) was great, but followed by a rock set, I think we’ve lost touch with ‘rock’ over the last few years since there wasn’t anything I recognised apart from Nirvana and Green Day. There were a few irregulars who turned up hoping for some after hours drinking, one took the chance to trip over my feet on the way to the dancefloor (how he managed this with the twelve foot gap between me and the other side of the room is, erm, open to question) and demand an apology from me. “I’m sorry you’re such an idiot you tripped over the feet of someone standing perfectly still minding their own business when there was plenty of space for you to squeeze past”. Happily there one of the ‘regulars’ came over after seeing the incident and made it clear there wasn’t going to be any trouble…
[0] I gotta get me one of those, it’d make it ok to wander around doing apparently random things, “Its ok, hes got a wheel, he must be doing something official that we don’t understand”
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