While half watching something on Netflix, I noticed an issue of historical accuracy. In a Western documentary -drama, Ulysses S. Grant’s office was very white. As in white gloss paint.
There’s a problem in that, while the year was stated as 1866, (bright) white paint wasn’t invented until the 20th Century; specifically 1921.
If someone’s going to do something, they should do it properly.
While I had some really good jobs as a Civil Servant, I don’t regret leaving this place.
Also, despite enjoying my last role, I don’t miss my nearly twelve hour days spent here.
Or being the last person to leave the office.
I haven’t felt very well the past couple of days. I mislaid an inhaler the other day, so I had to resort to an almost dead device.
Which didn’t work very well, leaving me struggling a little.
But, in my local, I was able to acquire a new inhaler. OK, so it’s of the stubby variety, but it worked straight away.
And, for the first time in a couple of days, I can breath normally again.
Relaxed now.
So the Subway franchise has released a vegan patty. That’s obviously a good thing from my perspective. But, perhaps more important is the associated advertising campaign.
To see advertising for a vegan product on the sides of buses and posters at bus stops is a pretty huge step, unimaginable just a couple of years ago.
No doubt, this move has been influenced by the success of the Greggs’ vegan sausage roll and Subway will be hoping to see the increased turnover experienced by that company.
Still, whatever the motives, it’s a good thing for vegans.
And they’re quite nice too.
We’ve been decorating and once more have a functional bedroom.
A dozen or more years ago, I found an old enamel sign, buried in the garden. It’d had a hard life and parts had rusted away. But it’s still a cool thing and would have originally been fixed to the front wall of the house, in the days of its life as a shop.
For a while, the sign was hung at the top of the stairs, but redecoration resulted in its retirement to a dusty corner.
However, As of today, it now sits proudly in the bathroom.
The sign originally advertised a daily newspaper, News Chronicle. This went bust in the 1930s, so the sign’s most likely from the early 1900s. Beamish museum has a more complete version.
I’d imagine that it was relegated to the garden in the early 60s, when the shop moved from its long time newsagent role to one of general dealer.
In the mid-90s, I bought an album called Fargo. There’s no connection to the film of the same name, although I do like that too.
I bought the album because I liked one song. It was a sort of compilation album; I was interested in a song called White Man’s Melody, by Cyndi Lauper, though she didn’t write it. In common with a few of the other album tracks, this one was pretty bluesy.
Anyway, the track before this one is called Needed Times, by Mr Lightnin’ Hopkins. And it’s damn good.
Recently, while decorating, Amazon has been playing Mr Hopkins’ music. It was something of a surprise to hear that my second in command likes his music too.
Go on, Alexa, play Lightnin’ Hopkins.
Mr Rufus Wainwright put on a pretty good show tonight. The third time I’ve seen him live and my second visit to the Royal Albert Hall.
The pictures aren’t the best; I had to be quick because they don’t like that sort of of thing.
We’ve taken refuge from the the heat. In the Chandos.
After experiencing disappointment when visiting Peterborough over the past year and a half, I was extremely pleased to find that the Wortley Almshouses has recently reopened.
He who watches over us is currently watching over me while my second in command has her nails done.
I’ve missed him.