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10/13/2002 Archived Entry: “They suffocate at night”
I forgot to say. I practiced the piano a bit (played Song of India for a bit, and did scales and stuff). I was amazed to find that there was the merest hint of me still being able to play the piano. Although my wrists and back hurt after about an hour.
But yeah, was good. Although my dad’s piano is somewhere beyond hideoulsy out of tune. I didn’t check mine….
…I also checked my TV still works (it does, apart from 3 phosphors…) my video works, (I was going to bin one of mine (namely the Panasonic-needs-regular-cleaning-and-long-play-doesn’t-work one) but realised that some tapes, containing stuff I want to save, need it – unless anyone’s got a copy of the Alan Bleasdale Presents…. films from Channel 4), discovered that I was a bit excessive in my binning of tapes – I’ve got rid of some I’d not moved onto MP3. Bah.
Saint Saens, incidentally, is fantastic.
Yes.
Incidentally 2, my CD player is crap and I need new speakers. Oh and I need to finish fixing my amp. Grr.
Perhaps I should have a go at the Natural Sound amp. Hrm.
Annnyway. Yeah. So. Binned piles of stuff. Reams and reams of paper. All of it complete shit which I would have ended up keeping for the rest of eternity and it’s only real use was bonfire lighting or papier mache making. So that’s all out in the recycling bin now. Not of course the one in Newbury, because Newbury’s recycling scheme only takes very specific waste. As in none.
