Wednesday, 23 February 2011

The best 5 pounds I ever spent

Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you... the best 5 pounds I have ever spent. Some years ago, at Christmas, I was involved in a secret Santa debacle. The recipient was to be my friend Mike, a media studies teacher at the college I worked at. 5 quid is not a lot of dosh as we know, but I was determined not to take the easy route and purchase him two copies of a used, 1988 back issue of razzle.

Which, incidentally, he would have loved.

And so, while perusing the mall arndale in luton, I came across the little Orange analogue radio, photographed below. I was instantly taken with the kitsch retro design, and hardy Orange casing. Never one to miss a bargain, I bought 3 of the little beauties. One for me, one for Mike and one for my brother.

Job done.

I reckon that must have been 7 years ago. The aerial broke off about 6 years ago, but it hardly seems to have made a difference to the reception. And so the little orange radio sits on the windowsill in my bathroom most of the time.

I love the radio I do. I love listening to it in the shower, in the bath, on the loo. I rarely go in there without turning the little radio on. You'll often hear me screaming with rage at a devils advocate presenter on talk sport or 5 live. If you live in my bathroom that is.

But since my baby was born, the little radio has really come into its own. When he was a tiny baby, he'd really fight against going to sleep. Then, one day, I read an article about babies finding white noise to be soothing. It's a womb thing apparently. That evening as we were putting him to bed, I remembered the article and decided to give the little Orange radio a try.

On tuning it to 108 fm (no aerial, remember) it let out a constant hissy hiss. I placed the radio in the cot, and lo-and-behold, the d-rod miraculously stopped crying, stared at the wall, and fell asleep.

And so he continues to do now.

What a wonderful little radio. I salute you.

Tuesday, 22 February 2011

No, it won't go any bigger

The Emergency Services

Something I've noticed about the emergency services, is that they are always in a hurry. Beeping their horns...harrassing people...

In other news, I saw an excellent mentalist in the road just now, right outside Guy Richie's place that was taken over by a free school in Rathbone Place. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, then kept stopping to pick up what looked like little pieces of paper. He also kicked a wall.

I sometimes feel like doing that. No-one seemed to pay any notice to him. Maybe I'll give it a go one day.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Doing what I do best

... in the pub on my own, listening to tunes.

Monday, 14 February 2011

Monday shmunday

They don't get any easier do they, mondays. Thank god then for the Sunday service with jarvis cocker, and the finest hour with guy garvey. Two radio programmes on bbc 6 music, without which I doubt I'd make it through through day.

It'd be interesting to meet the director of programming at 6 music. They just got it so so right in getting those two making radio programmes. It's a bit like when Bob Dylan did his theme time radio hour. There really is something so heart warming about non-radio people doing radio. They screw up all the time, scythe wrong things, occasionally let a little swear through the net. It just seems a bit more human.

I could quite happily listen to that kind of show all day. Diverse, interesting, informed, funny, intelligent, heart felt... more of the same please BBC, and I will happily keep paying my license fee.

Saturday, 12 February 2011

New day, new milk

Day 4 after Dylan's trip to the hospital, and it looks like the medication isn't doing much really, which points towards a lactose intolerance. So, the doctor has prescribed some super special AA grade lactose free milk. Which surely means it's not milk non? Anyway, so far the d-rod is taking it nicely, which is a total result because apparently it tastes like shit.

Needless to say, I  won't be testing whether it does or not.

It never ceases to amaze me quite how much paraphernalia there is with babies, and the feeding of them. We're currently onto our third type of bottle. Then there's the bag full of nappies, wipes, creams, powder milk containers, bottle warmers, bibs, muslin cloths, hip flasks and cigarettes. I could go on.

There's nearly as much shit to carry round as there is with golf, and that's saying something.

Friday, 11 February 2011


As you may or may not already know I occasionally take myself out onto the mean streets of London, and wander around taking random photos. I've been doing this for a long time, with various different cameras, but I'm currently using my HTC handset with various different Retro effects. I know they're a bit overused. It's easy these days, just download an app and away you go, but there's something lush about the retro quality of these pics which was somehow lost wit the ultra vivid clarity of modern digital photography.

But, like most people, I can't really be bothered to send roles of film to the chemists anymore. Or sit there scanning my polaroids prints. Or pay £20 a pack for Polaroid film for that matter. As much as I like the idea. So, I'm just going to go with it.

Here's a couple of shots from today. Maybe one day I'll write a story to tie them all together or something.

Thursday, 10 February 2011

Acid reflux

A couple of days ago, Dylan was diagnosed with GERD disease by the pediatrician at the hospital. This is a severe form of acid reflux, which is caused by a variety of factors, from an immature digestive tract, to an intolerance to milk. It's reasonably common apparently. And with any luck, the medication we now have will help sort the problem out. But, it goes a long way to explain the fits of painful screaming he's been having. It's heartbreaking to see him like that, and its very trying for my wife who's with him all day.

Despite all this, we're still the lucky ones. Some babies have far more serious problems that they carry with them into the world. But I guess we all just play the team we're put up against, and it's been a challenge.

On the funny side, we rushed him to the doctors this evening after a 4 hour screaming rant. We were very worried, and I rushed home early from work. Arriving at the docs, my wife explained his symptoms, while Dylan laughed and smiled at the doctor. Classic.

Sinister table

Doodle of the day

Thought I might rekindle poodle of the day.

Misery bear

Whoever made this little video on the BBC website has obviously been following me around for the last few years. This is BRILLIANT:

Contentious Musical Post

I'm going to lay it on the line. I'm getting really into The Streets. Typically, this is happen just as Mike Skinner has called time on it. Especially the first two albums and the last one.