Just got back in from a trip over to Coleshill for various things this evening, so before ploughing on with articles and other serious stuff, thought I'd do a quick diary entry, well it is a blog after all!
Apologies again to anyone who has sent an email to the AOL editorial email address in the past 2 weeks. For reasons I won't bore you with I lost access to the editor's email address, well basically I inherited the email account from the previous editor and whichever Gazette employee in the dim and distant past set up the email as part of their personal home account, has recently pulled the plug on it and AOL have been utterly unhelpful about transferring the account to my name, hence I have set up the new account with Google. I told it was boring, though also annoying.
So if you've been trying to get hold of me and I haven't replied - that's why. On top of this I lost access to the internet altogether over the weekend when my 10 year old modem packed up. But I won't even begin to tell you the ins and outs of my telephone conversations with the nice lady in the Virgin call centre. Hands up, I am the proverbial grumpy middle aged man when it comes to being talked at by nice patient people in call centres. One of my responses (I kid you not) was, well if I was phoning the water company they would send me a plumber, they wouldn't start giving me technical instructions on how to repair a leaking pipe over the phone (or perhaps they would?), but in fairness she got me there in the end.
I did warn you.
We seem to have acquired a cat over the weekend. It is quite a young one and has no doubt therefore been attracted by the children. We established from his collar that he actually belongs to some neighbours, though it seems they may be happy with the arrangement of us having Albert in the daytime and then him wandering home for his tea and blanket sometime around 10pm. They are the same neighbours who share an allotment with another couple on the road, who also happen to be the same people they share a lift to work with (i.e. car sharing) which is obviously fantastic and to be encouraged.
I can't remember such communal bliss since I lived in student accommodation in Moseley in the 1980s where 6 people would happily share one tin of spam, a box of Smash potato and a bag of out-of-date kidney beans for the community supper.
Our contribution up to now to the more recent communal arrangement has been Joe and Patrick sharing their footballs with the neighbours, indeed that's when we spotted Joe's accuracy with a football the day he successfully landed one in the neighbour's bird bath. Which sat like a miniature version of the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square for about a month until they eventually threw it back over, returning said bird bath to it's originally intended purpose.
There you go, there's an idea for the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square - invite punters to land a ball so it stays on top of the plinth and win a copy of the BBC publication Sir Alex Ferguson's Unabridged Post-Match Wit and Fable - A Slim Volume. Second prize, Arsen Wenger's An Honest and Open Analysis of Controversial Incidents Involving My Own Players (1996-2009) - A5 pamphlet.
Sorry, one more, Farewell Messages to Sullivan and the Golds from the Tilton Enders - available on new business card format.
Anyway, I digress, actually it may be difficult to write anything serious after this, I did have a couple of things to highlight, so perhaps I'd best knock the blog on the head for now and get on with some proper articles! I will go away and gather my thoughts if such a thing is possible at 10 past 10. Ahh! Albert seems to have done a vanishing act ...the neighbours must be home.
Taddar for now.
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