KingBollock

There are bands that I find incredibly frustrating. They seem like really cool people that I’d happily have a pint with, and they are obviously incredibly talented. The only two that have sprung into my currently addled mind, are Behemoth and the Foo Fighters. I really enjoy Foo Fighters music videos, but the music… other than Monkey Wrench. Blah! Another band is Radiohead. I like the song creep but I can’t stand anything else they’ve done. Again, they had quite cool videos, so I would watch them, but on mute.

Really? I lived in Nuneaton for the best(?) part of thirty years, I can’t say I found the name, nor accent (which I still have) particularly erm… great. The original area was just called Eaton. When it expanded they decided to change the name… there happened to a nunnery there, too… I am glad I got out when I did, the place has completely gone to pot. I’ve noticed comedians, and others on the telly, using the place as a crime riddled hellhole. From what I have seen and heard (have friends still in the area), they’re not wrong. Unfortunately the pun wasn’t deliberate. I’m not feeling quite that witty today.

Really? I don’t… Genuinely curious! ’Ang on… Are you implying a play on words? “None eaten”?

I’d have added: 3: Music that you don’t have an opinion of and don’t really mind if it’s playing in the background. 4: Music that you’d leave a pint in a pub to get far enough away from the building so that you can’t hear the music.

This is something I posted, a few days ago, on a thread about Weatherspoons. The person in the video loves Weatherspoons but refuses to eat there. “Oddly enough, the best cod and chips I have ever had was in a Weatherspoons… in Skegness (not on holiday, we were visiting friends). I only order cod when there is nothing else on the menu that I can stand to put in my mouth. I am a very fussy eater. I have had to order cod too many times, both in very cheap and very expensive places. It has always, at best and without exception, been dry/woolly. But tasteless enough for me to eat. So, in that Weatherspoons, about four years ago, I wasn’t expecting much. It was bloomin’ lovely! I came to the conclusion that it tasted so fresh because we were so close to the sea. Then, last year, we ended up in the Weatherspoons in Carmarthen (nearer to where we actually live), and again cod was the only thing I could eat but I wasn’t holding out much hope for lightening to strike twice, but blimey it did! It was absolutely spot on!” I only discovered that the first place was a Weatherspoons as we were leaving. I think I have been in a Weatherspoons a total of four times, the first two being in Nuneaton.

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The worst drivers I know all consider themselves to be the best drivers they know. I don’t understand bragging about crashes and stuff. I remember, back when we were on dial-up, one mate sent me a picture of his car. The file size was 10mb and took three hours to download (which was the maximum I could download because the internet disconnected after three hours and lost anything that hadn’t finished downloading). I even worried that it might be a virus. He was bragging about having hit a traffic island so fast that his car jumped and turned 180° in the air. There were no other cars present, which is something, I suppose. Later on we sold our van to him. One day he claimed he was cut-up by someone and, in anger, he used the van’s bull bars to ram the other car, pushing it across the road and up onto the pavement. His punishment for this? An anger management day course… (Unrelated, he was later sent to prison for trading evil images of children…) There have been only two drivers that I trusted completely. My mum and my wife.

That sounds like my youngest brother. He’s mad about cars and loves all that boy racer crap. He thinks he’s a brilliant driver, but he just shouldn’t be allowed near a motorised vehicle… For his 16th birthday my parents bought him a scooter, a proper oldschool chicken chaser type thing, not one of those little electric things you get now. He promptly wrote it off by crashing it into the back of a parked car. Later, once he learned to drive and got himself a car, he managed to crash it into a bridge. But my favourite was the time he drove through a bus station (that you’re not allowed to drive through), and managed to park it IN a kebab shop, having jumped up a curb and gone straight through the front window of the shop. He’s a professional driver now…

We went with some friends to see their daughter perform in a talent show in a venue on Cromer pier. I don’t really know how to describe what her troupe were supposed to be doing but it was truly awful, an absolute shambling mess! My mate was relieved that only the best three acts from each category went through to perform again in the afternoon. He was just glad that we wouldn’t have to stay for that. Except that there were only two acts in her category, so they got through by default. I buggered off outside and spent the afternoon crab fishing.

The only thing I can think of is the Digitech Bass Synth Wah. Which I got new for £34 (I believe I got it just before they stopped making them). I had no idea what I might do with it, but I do sometimes enjoy mucking about with it.

… I grab my walking stick and hat as I leave the house. Jump in the van, still wearing my hat (leather flat cap), and off we go to the lake to do some fishing. I take my hat off before I get out of the van, get set up and put on a different hat (peaked cap)… I sometimes wear my hat (flat cap) indoors if I’m feeling particularly paranoid and worried someone might nick it (it wasn’t cheap) or that I might forget it and leave it behind. There are sunglasses involved, too, but I can’t be bothered with the details.

I have had a couple of ideas for one of my basses, but haven’t actually got around to doing yet… #1 - Replace the cavity cover with a piece of 1mm steel with some ebony veneer. Drill the screw holes in the body to fit some magnets. But I worry about losing it. or #2 - Mount a battery box into the cavity cover.

I have a Fender strap on my Fender banjo, and I thought it would look nice on my Squier telecaster but I couldn’t bring myself to do it!

I don’t get particularly sweaty hands but my thumb still sticks. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for a couple of things… I have a thumb injury I got as a child, this is exacerbated by neuropathic nerve damage that goes from my neck, down my arm and into my thumb. And I can’t play with my thumb brace on. It bloomin’ hurts!

The weirdly stretched body shape of Spectors and Warwicks. Warwicks aren’t helped by that headstock, either. The dumpy, drawn by a child, shape of Wals.