he's been on a diet since he was 6 months old
when he hit a stone - that was over 13 years ago.
He makes Bagpus look lively but we love him....
McG has been under the weather for the last couple of days. It all started when I heard a cat fight outside, thinking nothing of it as our two are so placid that it's just not what they do - after all that involves effort. I looked across at Mischief who was stationed on in her normal position.
McG was not about but whenever we think he has gone wandering he turns up in a cupboard (favourite place is the back of the airing cupboard) or pops (OK, flops) out of a box. In the last few months he has had a fixation on getting into the downstairs lavatory. He never stays there for long, I think it's to do with not liking closed doors and that one is normally shut.
A few minutes later McG sprung (or as “sprungy” as an aging overweight cat can manage through a now tight-fitting cat flap) into the utility room and proceeded to swagger (not easy for a cat with a large underbelly and short legs to carry off) through the kitchen, without saying hello and sauntered off upstairs. I immediately assumed he had backed the right cat in the fight and made the feline version of a financial killing.
he can be quite cute. Does this mean there is
hope for all of us?
A couple of hours later Mrs B came home and went up stairs. The quiet of the night was disturbed by a screech that made me think the cat fight had started up again. Turns out is was a distraught Mrs B calling me upstairs as something was up with McG. I hurried up and found him on the now blood splattered bed spread looking very sorry for himself. A quick check showed that the wounds were only superficial but, for a cat who has religiously avoided any form of exercise that did not involve sleeping or hunting down a warm spot to sleep for 14 years, he was stiffening up nicely. We bathed his wounds in warm salty water (you can imagine how well that went down) and monitored him for a few days.
His loss of appetite lasted precisely one meal, after which he was well on the road to recovery.
just popped out for a breath of fresh air...
Concert: to go or not to go
Not going - I failed to get tickets for a Vampire Weekend concert last week, when they went on pre-sale - by the time I found out about the concert, the pre-sale was over.
Going - I then found that the tickets were going on general sale, so waited for the site to activate.
Not going – The link never did open, the tickets had all gone in the pre-sale - Would have been nice if they had said so on the site rather than putting up a notice saying tickets went on sale at 9am. It was only when I called up to find out what was happening did they pass on this distressing, but valuable, nugget of information....Arrrggghhhh.
Going - Found out that Mrs B really wanted to see them so found some tickets on “Seatwave”, a form of legalised black-market for tickets
Might not be going - Two days before the gig and no sign of the tickets I had bought. I called up Seatwave, who promised to contact the seller and call me back in 20 minutes.
Not going - A couple of hours later, I called back to find out what was going on.
Seatwave - Sorry did we not get back to you. The seller forgot to send the tickets so we can't get them to you. We will give you a full refund...”
Me :- ” Well that's just great, what sort of a shoddy service are you running? So next time I want to park my money somewhere for a week I know where to come…Only lets face it I don’t think there will be a next time….”
Might be going - An hour later I get a phone call – “Hi. It’s Seat wave here. We’ve worked out a way of getting the tickets to you….”
Will be going – Big UPC envelope arrives on my desk at work with tickets actually inside the envelope.
Little victory dance round the office to strange looks from fellow workers – but hey, they’ve seen worse.
Arrived in London and parked practically in the venue. I had brought the beast with me but looking at the security on the door who were practically body searching everyone. I’ve seen Berlin Masseuse do a less intrusive job. I was in two minds on whether to attempt to smuggle (now that’s a joke, that would be like going to the zoo and trying to walk out with an elephant under my jacket*) the camera in. I decided that since ElleGee was so close if they didn’t let me in with the beast I could easily drop it off. I felt attempting to try and hide the camera was not the best course of action and went for plan B, have it out in plain site and attempt to brazen it out.
* Incidentally if you do manage to sneak an elephant out, you can count on it being a very expensive date. They eat rather a lot and I suspect you might need to purchase a number of Cinema tickets. Don't even think about trying to fly them anywhere as I believe even Jumbos have a no Elephant rule these days. Don't blame me I don't make up the rules...
The huge security guard asked me to open the camera case.
I unzipped it
He peered in
He looked at me
He peered back in
I said nothing
He peered at it again
I held my nerve
Burley security guard - “You’re not going to use it are you?”
I said nothing
He peered a final time
His eyes rolled to the sky and said rather mechanically “If you get caught using it, you will probably be asked to leave.”
‘Probably’ - sounded like excellent odds to me.
to get out and about. For anyone who missed
the V Blogs Day 1 & Day 2
I’ve not been to Kings College Student Union before. I can report that with its capacity of just over 600, it’s a fantastic venue. With the floor already heaving and Mrs B not looking forward to being pushed around with little or no view, we spotted some stairs and made our way up to a balcony. Here we found a couple of stools and an unrestricted view of the stage, perfect. The heavy drinkers amongst you will be pleased to note that there was a bar up there with student union prices. Where were you?
The best description of Vampire Weekend’s music that I have heard is "Upper West Side Soweto", with the influence of African pop and classical music making them fairly unique at the moment. There are obvious shades of Paul Simon during his Graceland period. The band are tight - No I’m not moaning that they didn’t buy us drinks all night, for the record they didn’t, but tight as a musical unit.
on our Panasonic TZ1
into a gig amd not bad but...
really knows how to pick up light
It's off to see Franz Ferdinand at the Brixton Acadamy tonight - hope to get more pictures for next week. Not sure I will get the Beast in, but who knows...
Recent things we wish we had not said – The printable ones anyway
I was reading through the various blogs and making comments when Mrs B turned to me, quite the event considering she was watching Strictly come Dancing which normally takes 125% of her concentration:
Mrs B - ”Are you reading blogs again? You're obsessed....”
Me - Sorry, Mrs B, but exactly how many episodes of Strictly Come Dancing 2 is that you are in the middle of watching?
Mrs B’s reply was a rather sheepish grin….
An almost perfect sense of direction
As we came out of Warren Street station making for Tottenham Court Road, I took one look around and set off.
Mrs B - “How do you know where you are going?”
Me - “Natural sense of direction I guess!”
Mrs B - “That's very impressive....but isn't that Tottenham Court Road over there?" showing me, rather vindictively, a sign pointing in the opposite direction.
Me - “Grrr”
Anyone else want to step up to the plate and admit to things they wish they had not said recently?
Thought you might like some more autumn shots to to end with. Till next week, have a good one.
reached the BlackLOG that a goose has been seen
flashing in Hatfield Forest
lake, opposite the shell house for those
who have been there.
What are you still doing here go outand enjoy yourself ....But only after you have left a comment.... You know you want to