Nov. 8th, 2010 07:27 pm
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Something the estate agent said has come back to me: 'Most people live in this road (the new one to which were moving) for twenty or more years.' Community like that must be hard to relinquish. If that really is the case it may be that we don't ever have to move again. I know I've dreamt for years of being able to  have a place where I can put a grand piano: but one rarely gets a sense of community in places like that, and I do like the sense of neighbourliness.
Anyway fingers crossed there are no slips between now and completion. I like the idea of permanence. Dad moved into his house in '68 and died there. Perhaps there is yet more I can learn from his example.


Nov. 8th, 2010 04:26 pm
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SWMBO is three months pregnant. I've seen the scans. He/She/Whatever is alive and kicking, and we have a minimal risk ratio for Downs: 1 in 1546, against which the background risk for lasses Fred's age is 1 in 77. Aren't statistics a wonderful thing, bigod.

Given that I call her Fred and she calls me Fred we've named the child 'the Fredlet' for now. (English relationships are such odd things: I've never before had the same nickname as any partner: and I have no idea where Fred came from, or which of us called the other it first, but I suspect it was me. I'm like that, you see. SWMBO trumped my ace, damn her, by then reciprocating in kind. Now you can see why I married her.) 

So we put a bid in for the house. Final bids, sealed envelopes sort of thing.
We bid the asking price: £699,500.
Turns out so did the other couple.

The odd thing was the sellers seemed to like us more than the other couple. Fantastic. Because we've got it we're prepared to take a bit of a beating on Madame's house. Stretched close to the limit for now, but things will eventually get easier. Alas, I can't unlock my capital for some indeterminate time, but even so we'll cope. I mean, I'll be saving her a nanny's fee for a bit, and also her partnership may finally recognise her worth. And, thank the gods, we aren't badly off: I know of chums who are close to parlous states in these trying times.


A chum of mine paid over a mill for a place built in 1880 with six or so bedrooms and rooms in which a grand piano would be unimposing in Dorking that is quite spectacular, but needs a bit of work. We're not yet in that league if we shall ever be. I mean, what if the little blighter wants to go to boarding school: as and when all these Harry Potter weaned juveniles demand the upper-middle-class equivalent of the pair of ridiculously expensive and frivolous trainers or the latest X-box virtual reality slaughterfest?

I shall give it the X-box of its generation in the hope it grows up unable to read, and therefore will not present me with such extravagant fancies. Oops, did I say that aloud?
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So it looks like we're going the full whack bidding on this house we want, some two roads away from us here in leafy East Dulwich. I say leafy because the streets are full of the blighters; Autumnal and golden; sodden in the rain and adhering to cars, pavements, walls, and shoe-soles. Our golden October has extended somewhat: and this part of London has only today turned chill, with small but noticeable bite in the air. Keats' season, or Eliot's season, it is its own thing, but yet also harbinger of winter. And mayhap we move to a bigger house in the New Year.

Plans for Christmas. Somehow to include the Mother.
Seeing the New Year in at Hackness with Fra and Cressy et al.

In the meantime, I had a gig with the 'Wedding Band' on Friday.
Orchardleigh House in Somerset.

I took my new Line 6 Pod X3 Live out for its first live airing. I knew that this was going to be an interesting test because:

1) The nature of the venue (pretty small room) and
2) The set-up requirements (set up between meals) and
3) Costs (cheapo gig, bid because we weren't getting much work when it was booked)

Ergo, we went minus a PA and engineer. Jane had bought an interesting bit of kit: one Bose L1 Model II PA for the vocals and sax. The band had to rely on their backline apart from Martin, the drummer and our leader, who played acoustically, and could still have overwhelmed the backline and PA at any point he chose. Dexterity and taste from the recognised beast in the band (it's in the job description: drummer - ride motorcycle through hotel bedroom window into swimming pool - ask anyone who's ever been in a band) is not expected, but with Martin....well, he's just too damn good to let a cliche overwhelm him, however much fun it may be to do so.  I'm going to start calling him 'The Colonel' though in fact he's much more like a perfect Adjutant: his organisational and motivational skills have kept the Wedding Band in work and getting to and from venues for almost twenty years. It wouldn't work without him, and this stripped-down-system experiment was his call.

Got to say it was a bit good, actually.

Jane's piece of kit worked really well in the small space. We all turned down: I could get decent sounds at listenable volumes with the POD, though without some of the more interesting programming I had done for the GNX3. Such is. Good and usable sounds nevertheless.

My ongoing wrestling with EVH's 'Beat it' solo continued with mixed results.

We sight-read, first time played without rehearsal, 'I've got you under my skin'. Which I should have known; but most published versions are in Fm; Frank S did it in Ebmin, and I'm too occasional a player and arranger these day to transpose easily in my head. As an aside I used to have a guitar in my hands for four-to-six hours a day every day, and kept musical arrangements in my head like I had previously (in another life in a decade or more before) kept bridge hands. These last four or five years have left me rusty beyond embarrassment. And it's not going to change. And I'm not certain how bothered about it all I am anyway.

So some small wins then.

Today we went to the Whisky Exchange and I bought a brace of Ardbeg's Airigh Nam Beist and a single cask they decanted from the barrel into a 40cl bottle for me called 'Ord Mor' ABV 62.5%. I've had this one before last month, and so it must be coming to the end of the barrel. I almost bought a brace of them too, but the three bottles were already hitting my wallet to the tune of £170-(mumble)-odd. I can only drink one of the Beists as the other one is to keep for twenty-one-odd years, give or take however many months.

So, another small win there too.

Scored the tiniest amount of weed for high-days and holidays, but actually feel no need to smoke it regularly.

Blimey, it's wins all round: of expensive kinds, admittedly.

Now comes the biggest test of all: the scan. Fingers crossed. Let's hope our luck is holding....
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Am picking up SWMBO and driving up to the Kid Bro's in two hours time. Leaving for home early Sunday morning as we have to look at our prospective house again before putting in a bid.

Go well etc...
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Saw a house on Saturday morning that seemed to fit the bill. They want £700k for it. Depends on what we get offered for our house.

Apart from that small social stuff has happened, as per usual. I have to go to the Whisky Exchange to get some more Uigeadail, as I'm running out. I've managed a bottle in two weeks: evidently I need to cut down a trifle.


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