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Dulltown, UK: Today's instruction is to: raise the apparatus off the floor using small jacks, using an accurate spirit level tilt the top surface at 8 degrees, and make sure it is sloping away from a window, turn the knobs marked, A, B, C, D and G up to their maximum, light the six burners and stand well back, using a stick, open the hatch marked 'H' and fill the space with crumpets, switch on the large mains power switch marked in black and white with a skull and crossbones, and if you smoke, light up a pipe or cigarette, and wait in readiness for at least ten minutes.
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Excuses for being late. No. 510.
I'm sorry I'm late, but I was thinking about tying my shoes with different coloured bright laces.
A single overheard (possibly misheard) remark:
'Troiks!... Margery! It was like ugly bow ties!...'
No, you see, when I do my blog-thing (like this thing I am writing here), and I look at my drawings, paintings, lino prints, and photographs, on a nice large crisp screen, about a foot and a half across - they do look very good - but it makes me miserable to think that people, my followers, my readers, are seeing them on some horrible pissy little phone... Yes, horrible and pissy.
Uncle Dave's photography notes:
The trouble with bad photographers, is that they don't know, that they are bad photographers.
I wonder if there are any spam items in my comments box (actually a hook on the wall) today?
Oh, spam isn't like it used to be, I really think that it might be finished. It was very entertaining while it lasted, but we seem to be down to the intermittent dregs now.
Just two little printouts left in the clip on the wall.
Yes, this could be the last one of these post items!
These seem to be from someone with the unlikely name of Nailbugstar:
Hi, my friend.
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All the important infos. Due to it is fastidious articles!
Famous amid the blogging - I every time spend my half hour all the time along with the cup of coffee.
Well, hello, and goodbye, my very quick friend, Nailbugstar!
I shall miss your spamming my dear fellow, or lady. And thank you for your support!
Greetings from Dulltown. UK!
Music:
Have you noticed that music, songs, these days, are all a bit on the bland side?
Mushy, is a good word. Usually just some 'nice' chords with a M or F singer warbling up and down (and not very far), in front of them. There is something missing, you see - people aren't writing them any more! What am I talking about? I'm talking about riffs.
Songs don't have riffs in them now. You know, catchy simple repeating things that hang in one's mind forever. Perhaps the world has run out of riffs? Or maybe people just can't come up with them any more? I think riffs died away in the 1980s.
What am I talking about? Well, opening a song with a really catchy riff. Such as?
Well, such as, the Stones doing The Last Time, or Satisfaction, the Kinks doing You really Got Me, or the Beatles opening chord for Hard Day's Night, or Tainted Love by Soft Cell, Or Cyndi Lauper doing Girls Just Want to Have Fun?.
Hm, I never really liked Aerosmith, but Walk This Way has a really great riff in it - oh, and some very nice chord changes too.
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Yes, I'm thinking of changing my name to Willy Nilly.
A single overheard remark:
'Oh, it was a bump-beaner, Frank...'
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