Okay, I’ve not got a paid account, so it’s not a poll, more of a survey.
Junk food right.
We all know what Junkfood is don’t we? Only Trey and I disagree on this matter.
Junk food for me is: KFC, Burgerking, Kebabs, Burgers, Chips, the majority of fast food. On which basis, Trey does not eat Junk Food.
Trey claims that Junk Food includes deserts, for example, Icecream, Cheesecake, Gateaux. etc.
Who is right?
In more of my obsessive rambling about the pool that’s now shut, (original photos, second gallery, third gallery, another rambly post about it), I spent a long time last night talking to Trey about it.
I guess, or I think… When my dad died a few months ago, I had a lot of anger, a lot of hurt, and I needed some space to work that out in. Bristol North, because I’d just learned to swim, provided that space. I could beat crap out of the water (almost literally given the level of maintainance it’d had), I could swim until I was tired, too tired to care, and I could swim along the bottom of the pool in a silence and at a level of concentration which I just couldn’t get anywhere else.
It ridded my mind of the struggle to cope. All I had to do was swim. All I could do was swim.
And that place, that place was the kind of building my father would have loved. All function and form, beauty as part of the design. None of this bland utilitarian modernism. Quality as a function of longevity, not quality as a function of price.
And perhaps that’s why I’m so attached to it.
Or perhaps I’m attached to it because I have no desire to move into the modern world. And “getting real” is something I’d rather not do.
My pool shuts tomorrow.
Bristol North Baths will entertain it’s swimmers one last time before Bristol City Council gut the building of all salvagable material (hrm, preventing anyone else easily reopening said pool) and completely destroy 90 years of Bishopston’s history.
Thanks Bristol Council.
Fortunately, there’s a completely uninspiring and dull non Bristol Council owned pool (South Glos owned) which I can go to. So I don’t have to give them any more money to destroy things I love.
I dunno why I’ve been in a pissy mood all evening.
Techincally, today’s been quite successful; I got my new swimming costume (bit tight and higher cut than I meant… oops); and my new unleaded head for Rebecca.
But:
- Missed a bunch of photo ops, because I intended to ‘get them on the way back’ – but…
- GPS replotted route for way back, added 20 miles and sent me up the motorway instead of the A-roads which I’d enjoyed all the way there. This also meant that I… didn’t get to take the photos.
- Missed the last Friday Evening Swim at Bristol North that there’s likely to be in my time here.
- Discovered that the busses to Clifton from here suck dead donkey shit for fun (1 hour to make a 20 minute journey to the centre of Bristol, *then* walk 1/4 mile in the rain, so you can wait for the bus going up into Clifton. Of course there’s no hope that you could get a bus back home *after* going to the pub, oh no.
- Missed the showing of Wallace and Gromit we drove to go and see, parking was *terrible*
- Discovered that the Hollywood Bowl was booked ’til 10. Not going bowling then.
- Found that Frankie and Bennys (sp.) was queue for table.
- Drove to Clifton, to go to Bar Icon and noticed… straight people. Yes, that’s right. Bristol’s utterly crap GLBT scene means that it’s gone back to being ‘Gay Friendly’. Woot. And called Eldon House. *sigh*.
So, even the 3 rounds of pool (lost, 2:1 to Trey, incidentally) haven’t really cheered me up.
So, I’ve got one of these kicking about in my parents garage. I’ve also got my dad’s incomplete 2600 tone generator (and a pulse one, but that ’s no use).
What I’m thinking, and those who are cunning will be ahead of me here…
Rip the guts out of the phone that I was intending to use to make a tone generator for my dial phone, place inside the 2600 tone generator case. Modify that AB Coinbox so it works on the modern phone system (anyone got a link for that?) and connect, permanently, the tone generator. And thus I’ll have a A-B payphone with a tone generator; iyswim. Which would rock.
