For over a year now my electricity supplier has pestered me about fitting one of their so called smart meters. Being an awkward cunt I’ve resisted, until that is a couple of weeks ago when they tricked me during a phone call. I would like to let you all know that they really do save you money, well they failed to make the appointment so had to pay me compensation! I’m looking forward to the new date and hoping they don’t turn up again because I need all the help I can get with reducing my energy bills.
I was sorting through a box of trannies when I happened upon a couple of nice sets shot one summer in the back jungle, sorry I meant garden. I thought they would make a jolly good update so I booted up the scanner to copy them across to the computer. Everything looked okay except the computer refused to acknowledge the existence of the scanner. Bollocks! With some excellent support from the writer of the VueScan software I use I’ve done a bit of testing but the only conclusion that can be drawn is sadly my scanner has kicked the bucket, well the thingy that controls the connection anyway. I’m not amused. A repair isn’t cheap and probably a waste of money because having bought it back in 2001 (cost almost £1000) it’s ancient technology and there is no guarantee it will work with any new computer I buy. I’m afraid my trannie collection will have to be marked out of bounds until I find the cash for a replacement.
I’m sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay.
I’m in a dark mood again. Problems are stacking up and blocking my view of the Sun. Staying positive has never been my strong suit. I need a change, maybe a day out, or a photoshoot, or even a new computer. Now that would really cheer me up.
So I decided to get my arse in gear and post a casting call seeking suitable fresh talent to grace the green sofa but although the response wasn’t bad I’m finding it exceedingly difficult to get excited about any of the applicants. With few models now able to get my snapshooting juices flowing, my taste buds it seems have been anaesthetised, should I hire someone to do the selection process for me?
A few hours at the seaside, and a day away from the computer, to de-stress. Staring out to sea tends to have a calming effect on me, I should do it more often, shame I’m a centre of the country based house cat. Cleethorpes was the chosen destination because North Lincolnshire is a part of the country I’ve never visited before so another railway route crossed off my trainspotters bucket list. The town didn’t disappoint being a typical long passed it’s glory days English seaside resort. The 2 largest businesses on the high street appeared to be a mobility scooter centre and a Wetherspoon’s pub. That tells you a lot I think. Still the clean beautiful sandy beach makes up for the rundown nature of the town centre. It’s been almost 50 years since I last gazed out on the North Sea so unless I decide to take the adventurous train journey to Skeggy it could be my east coast swansong.