Monkhouse

Bob Monkhouse is dead.

*sniff*

I kinda liked Bob.

"I had a terrible suprise the other evening; I came home to find my son taking drugs... Some of my best drugs, too!"

-Bob Monkhouse

Minor Victories

Rar. One day of determined Stuff To Do sucessfully completed.

Went to Tottenham Court Road to buy leads and styli and ting. At Maplins, find exactly the kind of lead adaptor I need to connect pro-leads from the geetars into the rather foppish female-phonos on the new sound card... bonus! Buy 25 quid's worth of misc leads as Jason appears to consume them like noodles, or something.

Ask for styli. "We have two" "Shit... ok, I'll have them" (I'd wanted three)... goes to get 'em... minutes later... "We have none!" "Shit. Ok."

Off to DJ shop. "Styli, please, the most common in THE WORLD!" "Certainly sir!" ... goes to get 'em... minutes later... "We have none!" "Shit!" "But this can be sorted!"

Nice man phones his mate's shop down the road, gets them to send up three needles. Excellent. Fiddy quid for 3x stanton D5100 ALIIs. Pucka!

Next, off to the bank, where I fail to find the right kind of bank, then wander into another type to ask for directions only to get caught up peripherally in the police bustling into the branch as someone's just had 400 quid robbed from her hands. Bummer. Avoid suspicious Police. Get directions. Find bank. Queue for 15 minutes. Finally, successfully pay rent money in. Result!

Then, off to MY bank. Queue for 20 minutes. "I'd like to make an international payment, please" "you want the bereau de change till. it's closed. it'll be open again in half an hour." "You CLOSE in half an hour" "Oh yeah."

Fuming, stomp off and eat a samosa and a spring roll in an effort to bridge the cultural gap I'm feeling between me and the rest of London (well, the half that sits the other side of a till). Feel much renewed.

Return to bank a cunning 5 minutes before they close. Sneak into correct queue.... SUCCESSFULLY CONCLUDE TRANSACTION! The crowd cheers! GOOOOOAAALLL!

Trudge home, set up decks and styli, realise mixing skills have atrophied somewhat, commence lusting after Final Scratch and new laptop for said.


Fin.