jayen aitch and a train written entry.
Well, it's been an odd old week, but not without its charms.
A couple of days past I found a watch just lying in the street. It's a nice one, probably worth about sixty of your English pounds, new money, unless it's a fake.
I was going to put it on a wall for the rightful owner to claim, but I knew someone'd nick it if I did that. So I took it along to the cop shop and gave it to a police cadet.
I'll probably get it back, who calls the police over a watch? You just assume someone's twocked it and get upset. I didn't see what else to do though.
Not sure what I'll do with it if I see it again.
I never found anything worth much money before.
Also odd was that a man in the supermarket asked what I was listening to.
He had a grey beard, a tweed jacket, and may well've been a teacher or maybe a headmaster.
"I bet it's not Beethoven's third." He said, and he was right, it wasn't.
I found it a little strange to be asked to take off my headphones to answer that one, but there it is.
I told him it was Rilo Kiley which led to him standing there, with tinned tomatoes behind him and pasta in front, looking baffled.
For some reason I thought it'd be nice to let him have a listen.
So I asked: "Would you like to hear some?"
He replied that he would, and so I held up one of my not insubstantial clip-on headphones to his ear.
It should have been a cool thing to do, but standing in an aisle in Tesco, it just felt odd.
I don't know whose space and life was being invaded, but it was not right.
Listening just long enough to not be rude, muttered that he liked the tempo, which is a bit odd, but I suppose he felt that he really ought to say something.
He strode away, and putting my earphones back where they belong, with a thin crooked smile on my lips, I tried to work out what it all meant.
I'd like to know about his relationship with music. What does he love to hear? Does he play anything? Did he once front a Ska band?
But I have no such information.
I might be being a little unfair and stereotyping Mr Beard, but I think it was a 'the things they listen to today' sort of comment.
And fair enough, I could probably fine some new things to love if I heard more classical music. I'd even like to know what sort of classical music I do like.
I'll admit to being pretty clueless on that score (pun intended).
At the same time though, there's no need for anyone to tut over the things I choose to fill my ears with.
I would that he'd heard more than a few bars.
Maybe he will off his own bat.
Side note: Tesco, the shop, was named after the Greek god of shopping.
Also odd was losing my keys.
They turned up, discombobulatingly enough, in a bag of (clean) socks.
I've no idea.
About anything.
I suppose that's okay though.
Jefner posted this picture in her journal t'other day.
I hope she doesn't mind awfully that I too have now posted it...
(you don't, do you jef? I was going to ask, but then I haven't 'seen' you to suggest it)
but, I wanted to show off the veggie haggis... it was ubertasty.
I think I probably mentioned that I had eaten one of these nearer the time that it actually happened.
Should you ever happen to find yourself in the 13th Note in Glasgow, may I suggest you order it, it comes with neeps and tatties, and a peppercorn sauce.
It's like a good night out, in your mouth.
(but less damp)
Side note: That thing about Tesco might have been a lie.
Also...
...in *cough* posing related news...
I just liked this picture, *shrugs* (but check out the man looking shifty in the background, something to hide? hmmm?)
As I write this, I'm on a train on my way to Hull, then Leeds, and finally Harrogate, where I shall see my family, including my dear sister, who'll be bringing her mister, Tribal, home too. I'm hoping it'll be a fun and smile-filled weekend.
And I hope yours, whoever you are, is fun and smile-filled too.
[ADDDDDDed later bit: So, having moved the rest from my phone, I'm posting this while actually at home. All is loverly.
We had veggie lasagne cooked by my mum, but some of the meat eaters took exception and had a (jokey) winge, so I shall be alone in my veggieness for the rest of the weekend.
Oh, and the oven door fell off while we had lunch, so cooking might be more interesting.
I wandered around the supermarket with my mother before, partly so we could chat, and partly so that I could serve my own agenda while I was there, so I got many things I like, including Pimms and the relevant things to make it good. We have ice, oranges, lemon, mint and lemonade.
Side note: I was first introduced to Pimms by the Cazoline. Cool call Caz lady, well done.
While at the supermarket I saw (and wanted to photo, but failed to for one reason or another) the following things:
A man wearing a "You would make a good dalek" T-shirt, wow.
And... a member of staff fixing a lightsabre and putting it back in a box.
I think supermarkets seem to be getting more fun.]
A couple of days past I found a watch just lying in the street. It's a nice one, probably worth about sixty of your English pounds, new money, unless it's a fake.
I was going to put it on a wall for the rightful owner to claim, but I knew someone'd nick it if I did that. So I took it along to the cop shop and gave it to a police cadet.
I'll probably get it back, who calls the police over a watch? You just assume someone's twocked it and get upset. I didn't see what else to do though.
Not sure what I'll do with it if I see it again.
I never found anything worth much money before.
Also odd was that a man in the supermarket asked what I was listening to.
He had a grey beard, a tweed jacket, and may well've been a teacher or maybe a headmaster.
"I bet it's not Beethoven's third." He said, and he was right, it wasn't.
I found it a little strange to be asked to take off my headphones to answer that one, but there it is.
I told him it was Rilo Kiley which led to him standing there, with tinned tomatoes behind him and pasta in front, looking baffled.
For some reason I thought it'd be nice to let him have a listen.
So I asked: "Would you like to hear some?"
He replied that he would, and so I held up one of my not insubstantial clip-on headphones to his ear.
It should have been a cool thing to do, but standing in an aisle in Tesco, it just felt odd.
I don't know whose space and life was being invaded, but it was not right.
Listening just long enough to not be rude, muttered that he liked the tempo, which is a bit odd, but I suppose he felt that he really ought to say something.
He strode away, and putting my earphones back where they belong, with a thin crooked smile on my lips, I tried to work out what it all meant.
I'd like to know about his relationship with music. What does he love to hear? Does he play anything? Did he once front a Ska band?
But I have no such information.
I might be being a little unfair and stereotyping Mr Beard, but I think it was a 'the things they listen to today' sort of comment.
And fair enough, I could probably fine some new things to love if I heard more classical music. I'd even like to know what sort of classical music I do like.
I'll admit to being pretty clueless on that score (pun intended).
At the same time though, there's no need for anyone to tut over the things I choose to fill my ears with.
I would that he'd heard more than a few bars.
Maybe he will off his own bat.
Side note: Tesco, the shop, was named after the Greek god of shopping.
Also odd was losing my keys.
They turned up, discombobulatingly enough, in a bag of (clean) socks.
I've no idea.
About anything.
I suppose that's okay though.
Jefner posted this picture in her journal t'other day.
I hope she doesn't mind awfully that I too have now posted it...
(you don't, do you jef? I was going to ask, but then I haven't 'seen' you to suggest it)
but, I wanted to show off the veggie haggis... it was ubertasty.
I think I probably mentioned that I had eaten one of these nearer the time that it actually happened.
Should you ever happen to find yourself in the 13th Note in Glasgow, may I suggest you order it, it comes with neeps and tatties, and a peppercorn sauce.
It's like a good night out, in your mouth.
(but less damp)
Side note: That thing about Tesco might have been a lie.
Also...
...in *cough* posing related news...
I just liked this picture, *shrugs* (but check out the man looking shifty in the background, something to hide? hmmm?)
As I write this, I'm on a train on my way to Hull, then Leeds, and finally Harrogate, where I shall see my family, including my dear sister, who'll be bringing her mister, Tribal, home too. I'm hoping it'll be a fun and smile-filled weekend.
And I hope yours, whoever you are, is fun and smile-filled too.
[ADDDDDDed later bit: So, having moved the rest from my phone, I'm posting this while actually at home. All is loverly.
We had veggie lasagne cooked by my mum, but some of the meat eaters took exception and had a (jokey) winge, so I shall be alone in my veggieness for the rest of the weekend.
Oh, and the oven door fell off while we had lunch, so cooking might be more interesting.
I wandered around the supermarket with my mother before, partly so we could chat, and partly so that I could serve my own agenda while I was there, so I got many things I like, including Pimms and the relevant things to make it good. We have ice, oranges, lemon, mint and lemonade.
Side note: I was first introduced to Pimms by the Cazoline. Cool call Caz lady, well done.
While at the supermarket I saw (and wanted to photo, but failed to for one reason or another) the following things:
A man wearing a "You would make a good dalek" T-shirt, wow.
And... a member of staff fixing a lightsabre and putting it back in a box.
I think supermarkets seem to be getting more fun.]