Finally got around to buying the adapter I needed today. Lost my old one during panto season and ever since have had to rely on shitty PC speakers.
Now though, I can output from my PC (Running amarok) into my cambridge audio amp. Phwoar.
Seeing as most (read: all) of my music is digitally stored this makes for a Happy Tom(tm)!
So have just finished 6 hour shift - that’s right people, it’s a bank holiday. Usually waiting on tables knackers you in 4, what can I say? Had some chronic nutcases in, which wasn’t surprising seeing as we were rammed for at least the last 3 hours.
Yesterday witnessed an assault on a member of staff in the restaurant. Not cool.
Saturday I found a caff in town I’d not been to before. Newmans or something. Looks tiny from the street, comfortably large inside. Had the best lasagne I’ve had in ages.
Friday went to the pixar exhibit at the national science museum in london. Was s’purb. “20 years of animation”. The train ride home was surreal, in a good way 
So a new patch to the linux kernel. Nice. Makes me feel safe at any rate. Faster update times than ms.
Spent yesterday in london. Went to the pixar exhibit, was nice. Met some friends of gemmies, they all seemed nice.
Tonights shift was hell. We were rammed. Had to put up with hayley and helen - both very junior. Luckily had kev as well, kev is trained as bar staff but was still the most useful tonight. Bah, how I detest lazy waitresses!
Education is like an STI:
~ Having it makes you less employable.
~ You’re left with a strong urge to pass it on.
My landlady (88) had her tyres slashed in Syston today.
Two of them, both on the passenger side. Likely while she was parked alongside the pavement outside the florist.
It’s sad. She’s 88, she could’ve had an accident, she had to buy two new tyres, and she’s 88…
There’s another story in this as well:
She told me that driving home had been odd, could I check her tyres? She thought one was punctured.
Not only did I discover that the two passenger-side tyres had been slashed, the car had been sold (she bought it second hand recently) to her with a tempory wheel (driver-side rear) on and no spare in the boot-well.
The salesman must have known about that and taken advantage of her age. Makes me sick.
So in one day I’ve gotten better aquainted with two types of malice: The general unspecified spite of a tyre-slasher and the targeted, inexcusable, intent to sell short a vunerable old lady.
Horlicks makes me sleepy; which is nice as I’ve not slept well in a few days.
Saw Steven Rayns on sunday. He was an arsehole as usual and brought back all that shit about Gizmo. Hence me not sleeping on sunday night.
By monday I’d developed a bad back, probably as a result of over exersion on the sunday, but hey.
The worst was monday eve.
Arrived on the yard to find Crispin laying flat out on the concrete end of his stable. Not good. Worse given the fact that miriam’s been bed-bound for almost a week now.
Vet was summoned. 6 or so hours were spent encouraging him to stand up (bad back forgotten) but he just didn’t cooperate.
As the sun was going down the vet (Simon from chine house) seemed convinced that there was nothing to be done for him.
The decision had to fucking fall on me. I rang the hunt and they arranged to come euthanase him for me.
Miriam had always said she wanted him given to the hunt, so I didn’t let simon inject him. Zebedee was injected and buried, that suited him. Gizmo and Crispin were both hunters though, and it’s more appropriate that they went to the hounds. Can’t give a horse to the hounds after it’s been injected.
The man from the hunt arrived and was very nice, I’d met him before when he took Gizmo’s body.
I can’t decide whether I’d have preferred Giz to go quietly - sedated and shot - it wouldn’t have been like him. Whatever the comparisons, the memories are back in a big way, and now I’ve had to witness the deaths of three of my favourite horses.
When Gizmo died I was hysterical (although admittedly I’d taken a major blow to the head), when Zeb was put to sleep I was sobbing, but with Crispin I couldn’t muster a single tear. I guess you get hardened to it.
So today was good, came second in my class at the RLRC cross country.
Big whoop.
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