>Zapp…!

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Take…

1 can of hairspray
1 bike handlebar

Adieu mozzies

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>A gaggle of geese, a nest of rabbits… #1

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…a shitload of postcards.

I’ve got songs called “Stop you in your tracks” tracks. Great songs that pin you to the wall and that you never forget when you first heard them. 

EVER

I started a series on YMBFA, but the RIAA and its fiendish lawyers were a bit dark on the idea, so I packed it in.

These are the equivalents in 15*10.5 format – postcards that jumped out of the rack and into my hands for whatever reason.

Maybe the Rule of Thirds, maybe the colour combination, maybe the sheer starkness of the design.


You work it out.

#1 Vineyard in South Tyrol

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>"Reduced from the outrageous…

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…to the merely ridiculous” is what Bill Leslie would have said.

Walking past Daniela Diehl, a flash boutique in Mainz’s Altstadt, and Mrs jb spies a pair of purple shoes.

“Oh” she says ” I like THOSE! You’ve got your glasses on – how much are they”

“200 reduced to 120 reduced to 39”

“And which size”

“39” I say “How cool is that? Do the size 38s cost €38 or what?”

To no-one in particular.

Mrs jb’s already in the shop, trying them on.

I drift in and mumble something about people with large feet being marginalised, because size 40 would cost €40.

Blank look from the salesgirlalmostpensioner and a sympathetic “I see that it’s your turn to take the village idiot shopping” glance towards Mrs jb.

“So that’s €120, but you can have them for €100”

Penny drops.

My fault of course and we haven’t really saved €161 (which we would have spent immediately on some other fashion item), we’ve only saved €100.

So I’ve somehow lost €61 along the way.

Typical

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>Bean there, done that….

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Or: a valid reason for not supporting local merchants.

I tend to buy generic stuff via the web – books, records CDs, T-shirts.

With other stuff, I figure that you should support local people.

I’ve changed my mind.

My barista course taught me that I need a coffee grinder.

So I ask the guy at the place where we buy our coffee which model’s best for our purposes.


Demoka M207. Best on the market. Grinds the coffee right into the filter group. Infinitely variable grinder setting. €259.

He’ll check delivery times and let me know before we order.

Meantime do some research to confirm his assessment (mixed reviews, but it’s probably the one I want…) and the price (I can get it on-line for €215 shipped, but he’s local, I’ll give him the business. With a bit of haggling)

No return call to tell me whether it’s available. Wait 2 days. Wait 3 days. Wait 4 days.

Figure it’s not available and on the verge of ordering on-line when….. get an email saying it’s there for collection.

This is magic. I haven’t ordered it, but it’s there.

We would have bought it anyway, so I figure that I’ll at least get a chance to work out the right grind setting with him and maybe get 250gm of free beans (€5 worth …) for free.

“So which setting on my machine (he has a demo machine all set up) corresponds with the espresso grind on your machine?”, fully expecting him to grind a few beans on his machine and show me how to set it up on my machine.

“Oh”, he says ” you just have to play around with it until the grind feels about the same”.

I was just too gobsmacked to suggest that he does what I figured he’d do in the first place – provide some after-sales service.

So I pick up the box and drive home.

If I’d ordered it via the interweb, I’d have got exactly the same level of service (i.e. none) for cheaper.

And I would have had it delivered to my door.

Makes one think….

Postscript: I’ll need a second espresso machine in the fairly near future. 


Two guesses where I’ll be buying it


Hint: 
First word. 5 letters. A football team in Milan
Second word. 3 letters. Spiders weave them.

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>If that bastard Paul is right….

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If that bastard Paul is right tonight (he picked Spain over Germany…), then it’s calamari tomorrow, the day after and forever more until the whole bloody species is eradicated

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>If only they weren’t all wimmin….

>http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12748440&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1
crossroads (what to do) from Garvin Nolte on Vimeo.

HT Gizmodo

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>iPhone 5 – the solution

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HT Peter Morgan

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>Oi! Be careful….

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…that’s my pension!

In a previous life, I worked in the UK.

Only for 5 years between 1969 and 1974 (Google “Winter of Discontent”, factor in constant power cuts and inflation pushing 25% and you’ll know why I wanted to skedaddle rapid-like..) and I was earning bugger-all-and threepence.

So my contributions to the company pension fund were minimal and the ensuing years hadn’t grown them significantly.

35 years later, I was looking down the barrel of retirement and thought I should perhaps research the various pittances on which I’ll expected to eke out my days. (“Live” isn’t the appropriate word – “exist” expresses it better.

After a long silence (embarrassment, probably) the pension fund management people come back and say it’s going to be £4.31.

Annually.

Or 8p weekly.

I suggested a lump sum payment due to triviality (now, THERE’S a useful word you learn in business…) and after much “hum, hah, oooh, inhale loudly through the teeth, never done that before” noises, they agreed on £124.20.

Which means I’m likely to kark it at 20 minutes and 30 seconds past 2pm on 25 April 2037, if the insurance actuaries have worked it out correctly.

So I thought I’d buy a pot with my pension.

And who better to buy a pot from than Geoff Fuller, a unique character who runs the The Three Stags’ Heads in Wardlow Mires.

The first time we went there, someone said “I wouldn’t order anything exotic. And a gin and tonic is probably exotic..”

There are frequently more dogs than customers, he sells 8% beer, he used to to be terminally bad-mooded and reportedly had a “Fucked if I know” stamp made in order to respond to people who wrote asking how he made his pots.

But we’ve got to be sort-of mates over the years, he’s mellowed with time and it’s a never-ending joy to see how he interprets traditional designs and slips in his work.

So I discovered to my joy a choice crimped bowl at “Earth and Fire” in Rufford last year.

£135.

I said “Geoff, I’m spending my entire company pension on this. I’ve got exactly £124.20”

“Sod it” he said “If that’s the case, just give me £100….”

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>Lost in translation

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>Easy. Reloaded.

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Now, what was that about “easy” again….?

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