blue blue

Bad news, I’m going to spend it in a blue bubble.

There have been a couple of beautiful days this week. I’m considering taking my hiking boots of for the year. But my usual pleasure at watching Stevenage burst into spring from eight floors up is diminished by the scaffolding and blue stuff I’m encased in.

Then there’s the drilling.

I had a note through my letter box, telling me that the drilling will only take a day and would be carried out on Tuesday 2 March. I took all ornaments off window sills and pictures off externals walls and went out for the day.

I came home to find the drillers turned up around 16:00 for a couple of hours and left again. The caretakers, nor anyone else, has a clue what’s going on.

Same ol’ same old.

They started drilling again 11am today. Ten seconds drilling, 5 seconds break. Repeat until insanity sets in. And as they get nearer my floor it gets louder.

And I can’t go out today because I am waiting for my new TV to arrive. Nor can I put on my iPod loud, in case I miss the delivery.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

This song by David Bowie trips through what is left of my mind every time I look out the window. The fit to my life right now is scary. Must have been arranged by aliens.

Blue, blue, electric blue
That’s the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
…

I’m going to sit right down
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision

Or just possibly, I may murder the drillers when they reach my floor.

I would like to point out to any bankers who maybe reading this, that the credit crunch thing is now personal, and YES we do have a problem.

Looking at last week’s vid of Bowie in the 80s made me go look for some of his stuff from the 70s. This is when, under the influence of my elder sister, I became a Bowie fan.

This is “Starman” another classic Bowie song. It looks like it is from “Top of the Pops.” I used to think this was the coolest thing on TV. Not that I’d call it “cool” back then, “Fab” maybe.

It is so painful to watch now, particularly the audience. Maybe they had rules about the audience enjoying themselves too much.

Punk saved me from all this, but more of that next week.

As I walked in the door the first question I heard was, “On what album, produced by Ian Hunter did Davis Bowie play the saxophone?”

Does anyone know stuff like that? If they do, are they allowed out of their institutions often?

Seriously, WTF? The answer should be, “Get a life.”

So we decided to give the Rock Quiz a miss and head off down the High Street. We ended up in the local Witherspoon’s bar, “The Standing Order.” This place gets its name from the fact it is a converted bank.

Anyway they are selling Green King IPA for 99 pence a pint and will be until April. It costs £2.55 a pint in the Red.

Result.

As you can imagine with beer selling at 99p a pint, the place was packed. With some of the clientèle looking as if they had seen better days. And that’s coming from someone who definitely knows about these things.

This explains why the “The Standing Order” is known locally as “The Bouncing Cheque.”

So for tonight’s music we have a David Bowie track I have no idea who played what on it, or who produced it. It is a great great track and music is for listening to, not answering dumb, boring trivia questions on.