I’m typing this on a bluetooth keyboard paired up with my phone, getting some odd looks from the other people on the bus. What do they think I’m doing, just practising typing?
Even for me that would be a bit eccentric.
I’m back on the Isle of Man, I can’t wait to see Jo again and the boys of course. The Island feels more and more like home every time I come back, not long now and it will be a permanent thing.
Everyone and their dog has an opinion about The Beatles, if they’re over 30. I know some people (OK, two) that don’t like The Beatles and I know a lot of people who say they like them but can’t name more than 4 songs.
I’ve been listening this evening to try to remember (not try and remember, that is the worst of our language down the pan and teachers now think it’s legitimate to teach) why it was I had a thing for the Beatles and I must say, the music was innovative compared to the other off the shelf music of the time. They were coming up with melodies, playing with harmonies, trying to fit 5 bars into 4 when they thought it might work. Coming from a later era and listening again I can see now why it was ground breaking. When I first listened it was just like all the other music, but pop music has chained itself to the money making machine and lost this thing that The Beatles had, the ability to actually make new music without it being shocking or sounding like an aircrash. Some of it didn’t work, but if it didn’t work you’ve only lost two minutes of your life listening to it.. it’s what they say now about comedy, you have to try it out and see if it works. The experimented a lot and so much of it worked.
I used to take The Beatles for granted. I don’t now.
These are just rough notes of tonight’s dream. I would love to write the whole thing in detail but fear it is fading already.
Rice in the washing machine to get it off the work surface quickly in the kitchen when the doorbell goes while tidying up.
A shop in a mall inside a hotel, at the quiet end, which sells suits and something else totally non suit related.
The hotel is a big old building more like a town hall than a hotel.
Hotel towels missing from the rail by the window and hands coming through the window from the pool outside.
Strangers in the room to get changed after I replace the towels
Netbook keyboard falls apart
Parents helping decorate – both, as the ceiling starts to fall in. Then the washing machine has the front door blow open and there is rice everywhere. I remember the rice but how did the curry get there?
That’s all I remember for now.
I’ve installed a Swype keyboard on my nexus 7 tablet and I have to say, it is a lot easier than the original Google keyboard.
It not only lets you type by sliding your fingers across the keyboard but tries to predict the word you’re going to use next. It learns the words or sentences you use most and adapts to suit your own style.
The handwriting recognition isn’t something I would use much, but the voice recognition seems to work well.
I like it so far.
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This guy, who wasn’t well, took his life on his 60th birthday. My big issue with this?
60 is faaaar too young to do something like that. I guess he really was ill.
It’s such a relief after cutting myself shaving twice, the second time quite severely and making a real mess everywhere, to wake up and find it was a dream.
I was showing a bunch of visitors round. They wanted to go out for the evening so we went to St. Albans. I am not sure where we started from but it’. wasn’t here.
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I dreamt there was a spider on the wall. Hollie picked it up dropped it and the legs fell off so then it was on the floor with just two legs right next to me. I jumped which startled it, upon which it started buzzing like a ladybird and took off flying straight up. When it growled in my ear I woke up and haven’t been back to sleep since. That was about 4am.
I told Jo and she called me a mad man.
She might have a point.