Music, Mixed blessings and the M6
Music: Wounded Rhymes by Lykke Li We finally found a cooker for the Beast. It was within our price range and would fit the space in the van. It was also in Winsford. I had therefore decided to fix the faulty cigarette lighter in Stevo the Stilo so that the sat nav and I could bond over the four hour round trip to cooker-town. One 20 amp fuse and some tinkering later and Stevo, myself and and Radio 1′s pr4l (on the Tom Tom) ambled off towards the motorway. Naturally, traffic occurred. I had forgotten that Friday afternoons are what motorways were made for, specifically the ones around Birmingham. Not that every other motorist in Britain is solely to blame for this; the sat nav wryly chose to go south round the lower part of the city, rather than north round...
Van Fail
As the title suggests, we are having a few tiny hiccups in relation to the van. Before I begin I would like to say, in its defence, that it was proper cold this morning. MOT day, the day of reckoning when we finally discover how much the beast will cost us. This is bearing in mind that last week was also MOT day, and the van epic-failed on that one by not starting. So once more we wake up at 7:30 am and head for the door. Stevo the Stilo, despite being a little grumpy at the early hour and the frosty temperatures, starts first time, and him and I then go and find the van. An eerie air of frustration is misting up the cab, and not a sound can be heard. It would appear that the glow plugs are not glowing. Which means that the van is not going anywhere. Stevo...
The Voyage into 4th Gear.
It has been, shall we say, something of a journey already. I’m not talking about the jazz-hands, don’t-stop-believing kind of journey either. I’m talking about the long hard this-will-get-funny-soon-it’s-so-ridiculous kind. Allow your mind to drift back to Sunday. It was cold and wet, much like the rest of January so far, and we were on our way to Romford to meet our new business for the first time. Monies changed hands, pieces of paper moved in various directions, keys were explained, as were buttons, methods to kicking at the right angle and long wheel base driving. The thing that struck me was that long wheel base driving looked much, much longer than it had on the pictures. No matter, I just felt extra glad that i couldn’t get...
Wanted: Vast sums of Money with no questions asked
The sad fact is that even if I make a heartfelt plea on the t’interweb about how much the world would be improved by the incorporation, founding and subsequent grand opening of the Jabberwocky, it is unlikely to start raining money. Naturally, in terms of satisfaction rating, a self built empire stands taller than one built on what would, frankly, be a hand out built on metaphorical hands, but I would still take it. It also creates a stranger mindscape, if you can take a moment to visualise the whole empire-on-hands thing. Dithery aside, the last few days have been fraught with the problems of being earnest about opening a restaurant but financially rather stretched. I will share with you that the dream involves owning actual bricks and mortar, and that...
Webcital
I’m delving into web design. Not the kind where you manage to get Facebook to work, but the grand, .html type of web design that is coded and mystical and altogether repetitive but rather fantastic. For the first time I have crossed over from user to creator, set myself down as GOD of my homepage and, though I say so myself, created something not all together unpleasant. Not that I am brave enough to link it here. Even with a traffic of no-one-at-all that still seems to rash. Besides, there is still time. The website is what will, hopefully, eventually bind the whole web presence together, giving the Jabberwocky a glorious virtual home in which to gyre and gimble. At the moment, it mostly has silly messages about what I intend to full each page with;...
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