2025-03-31
• weeknotes • 601 words
My (slightly late) weeknotes for the week 2025-03-24 to 2025-03-30.
I don't have anything in my notes which actually relate to what I did during the day, so apart from work, I don't really know. I've gotten a bit out of practise at writing up my notes at the end of each day as to what I did.
I know (or am reminded), by entries that were titled Parakeets, and From the garden, that the train to work was diverted a different route, which took a lot longer (made me late for work), and let me see various people's gardens as the train went past them (a peek into their life - content of the second note) and one garden in which I saw five parakeets. They are wild and naturalised in parts of England now, around London. I also added in a thing to turn off the laptop automatically via root-level cronjob at 21.30. (Since the clocks have gone forward, it's now turned to 22.30, and I need to fix it.) It will mean that I am forced to bed at a reasonable time. I also went back home to drop back my parent's half of the bread pudding which my nan made us.
I came up with an idea for something to write. I think if I do try to write prose, the biggest challenge will be continuing that "flash of inspiration" throughout the daily drudgery. I refilled my pen as well (I know, exciting life) and didn't do much else.
In the evening we went to see some comedians at the comedy club, who were ... alright. Not amazing though.
I did some cleaning about the house, watched some more of this video and in the evening we went to see The Darkness, who were really good as they always are. We had a can on the train up to London, then went to the Lady Abercorn's pub by Liverpool Street for pre-gig dinner before going to Wembley for the gig. Justin called out the people who spend the whole time on their phones, which he did the last time we saw them as well. It's good! Some people were recording him as he gave them the telling off... Or put their phones away for all of three seconds and then got it back out again. I suppose for a lot of people, it is really a "if I didn't film it it didn't happen" mentality. He made a cogent point: on your deathbed, you're going to be looking at pictures of your children, not that one Darkness gig you went to.
I got up very late, being a bit hungover from the gig (I actually only had three drinks. One on the train (Kopparberg iirc), one at the pub (Old Mout) and a revolting Aspall cider at the venue). I'm just out of practise - the last time I drank alcohol was god knows when, probably last july)
I went to the allotment, lifted up the pathing for the strawberries and did various other sundries in the lovely sun dry. My brother introduced me to Elisabeth Boudreault and I tried to find anything where she was playing, but no jam.