Bruce's journal (original) (raw)

Today was productive. And fun. And groovy things like that. And I have ice cream!

I finally picked up my combination VHS/DVD player today - it had taken a while for the

hacker engineer to chip it to multiregion (no Macrovision work around though - so the DVD to VHS transfer feature is still next to useless). This was, however, after a round trip to Heathrow to collect my mystery parcel from Interlink Express - which turned out to be a metric assload of dragon t-shirts that I'd ordered over a month ago from Spiral. Apparently, this was the second attempt at sending them - the first time the courier returned them to Spiral as 'undeliverable' without so much as putting a postcard through my door. I bet they couldn't find the place - just like half the food delivery services. Having a building name in my address (Tadcaster Court) stumps them because they think it's a road and then wonder why they can't find it in the London A-Z.

Staggered back to Richmond with that little lot plus the collector's DVD of 'Monsters, Inc.' and set about setting it all up with my amp. Much messing about later, I established that I was three leads deficient (combined AV 3-coax to 3-coax, video coax to coax and a digital audio coax to coax). Dixons in Richmond only had the first two, so I had to wander back into London again and up to Tottenham Court Road.

Can I just ask - would any of you lot pay £49.99 for a digital audio coax lead? Don't worry, neither did I - but the guy at Gultronics had a damn good go at trying to sell it to me. Still had to pay a lot in the end (£19.99) but it didn't hurt quite as much as it might have done...

I also picked up an album, 'Nothing Changes Under The Sun' by Blue States - after being recommended it by a colleague immediately after a 'we have no musical tastes in common' conversation (it would appear that we were wrong - 'tis cool) - and squeezed in a movie ('The Bourne Identity') 'cause I don't go often enough. I saw it at the world's loudest theatre again - it's good, relatively-silly thriller-action loud-gunfire-and-explosions fare. Matt Damon almost gets away with playing at being a tough-nut with a soft centre.

And now, after a slightly circuitous train journey home (due to a broken down train and some remarkably swift and resourceful re-routing from South West Trains), I have a working home movie setup again, some chilled beats and a nearly-finished tub of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Life is good.