A busy day full of lifts, shopping, gym, jobs etc etc. So here’s an article I read last week, and really enjoyed.
He may be considered dull by some people, but having read the piece, I think he has actually had an amazing life.
Even if it has been built around roundabouts and benches.
…watching and listening to Glastonbury via the BBC. It’s back after two (so actually, three) years!
(Glastonbury, that is. The BBC never went away.)
If you are a Brit or you can pretend to be one via internet subterfuge and naughtiness, you too can enjoy 4K coverage of many of the performances from the Glastonbury Festival.
Here on the radio (no subterfuge required).
And here on the radio, but with pictures, aka the internet.
Here’s an guide to what’s on and when.
Please don’t throw things when I say that I’m not very keen on any of the headliners this year (William Eilish, Paul McCartney and Kendrick Lamar). Nor Diana Ross in the Legends slot.
They’re all probably great, but they’re just not my thing.
I mean, compare and contrast REM, Radiohead and Moby in 2003. No contest.
But don’t hate me: there are plenty of other acts that I would love to see: Wet Leg, Pet Shop Boys, Elbow, Skunk Anansie, Little Simz, Róisín Murphy, Kae Tempest, Phoebe Bridgers, Arlo Parks, Metronomy, Caroline Polachek, Billy Nomates, Jon Hopkins, Tim Burgess, Floating Points, Amyl and the Sniffers, Bicep, Confidence Man, Nubya Garcia, Warmduscher, St Etienne, Sigrid, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Sleaford Mods, First Aid Kit, Khruangbin, Primal Scream and maybe Mitski.
And we’re still only scratching the surface, because you can always find something new to listen to on a weekend like this.
So it will be this lot and Series 3 of Stranger Things for the duration. See you on Monday.
I’ve somehow ended up watching Tipping Point on TV this evening.
It’s a quiz show, but I have to say that the questions aren’t exactly taxing. I’ve just had to watch the contestants struggle with the rather difficult:
When written in the English language…
(It’s a British show full of British people, by the way.)
…how many of the four seasons…
(They had to remind them that there were four.)
…begin with the letter S?
I was amazed at Carole’s speed at hitting the buzzer, if slightly less impressed at her answer of “one”.
Clearly, in her haste, she’d forgotten about Summer and Sautumn.
Right, I would write more, but my mind is otherwise occupied with this vexing puzzle which has just been thrown out there:
Which three letter word is another word for frozen water?
Fortunately, I’m not playing the game in the studio like the poor contestants, so I’m going to fire Google up and see if it can help.
Great news. I was going to have a quick nap this afternoon, but instead, I started planning a UK trip later this month.
The not so good bit? It’s not my UK trip.
Mrs 6000 is heading overseas to Türkiye (yes, Türkiye) for work purposes and to get that close to Blighty from our little outpost down in the bottom corner of Africa and not get over there for a few days seemed genuinely silly.
But finding train tickets and planning family visits does at least mean I could stay awake and live vicariously through her, this afternoon.
And save the insane jealousy for when her flight takes off in a couple of weeks time.
I wanted to watch the football this evening.
We got back from the shops early enough, but then I accidentally clicked through onto the Epsom Derby while scrolling through the sport channels. I chose to take a couple of cues from the Irish punters who were in the local feed, and lobbed a quick bet or two on the race.
Long story short, I got two of the top three, including the winner on an each way bet, and so now I’m several (or more) Rands better off as I settle down to the first half from Budapest.
Sadly, it’s left very little time for blogging.
So: more tomorrow.