Sometimes I think I’ve been born in the wrong decade, everyone I’ve told about me finding some Gramophone records with Les Paul on has looked at me with a ‘and’ look on their face. Les Paul. Famous guitarist. Had a guitar named after him. That Les Paul. Electric Guitar – on a gramophone record, do you feel the wrong? It’s cool.
Heh, so I found Les Paul records today, two of them. I’ve only tested out one because I’d forgotten how phenominally loud my gramophone is. And loud it certainly is – particularly the whistling blues one. That was quite shockingly uncomfortable to listen to at ‘close range’. Still.
So, I had an ultra-chilled-out, very selfish afternoon during which I probably spent more than I earned today, but at the end of the day, my eyebrows are done, I’ve got 2 really awesome gramophone records and my hair is shorter than it’s ever been in my entire life. Yes, really. It is. From the first time it grew when I was a baby to *now* it’s never been as short as it is now.
I got *sir’d* in Tesco. Now, I don’t exactly have *huge* breasts, but they are quite definately visible under a tight teeshirt. I nearly died laughing anyhow.
*waves at Kara*
Anyhow. Yes. I had a very relaxed day, met up with someone I used to work with – randomly – waiting at a bus stop (not a bust stop, I have such a one track mind); but couldn’t stay to chat, ‘cos Onne was, well, meant to be meeting me at my house between 5 and 6. Given that at this point it was actually 5pm, I had to cut the converstation somewhat short. Still, it was really nice to see her – so I headed back, managing (shockingly) not to get caught in too much traffic, and cooked my (popular abomination of a) curry. Which seemed to go down well, we chilled out more, listenened to music and chatted before people headed home. Friends, that’s what I’ll miss most about Bristol….
