as nice as a miracle

For some reason my computer is doing what I want it to do and is deciding to work. So here I am blogging.
You don't know it, but it's a small miracle. I've been having so much hassle recently.
Francis (the boss) is getting sick of me not replying to him. I fully understand his frustration but I can't really help it. Well, I could try harder and go to an internet cafe, get charged £1 per 10min or whatever it is, but the fact is I'm stubborn and commited to getting this heap of crapmoving. By the way, the spacebar has given up too.Hmm.
I really just wanted to come on to tell you how much I'm enjoying my Wednesday evening,and here I am going on about the computer. well, I didn't win the lottery, or go on a date with a handsome fellow with a French name tonight, but I did have a good time listening to records.I must confess that a large part of the night has been spent putting Sheena Easton on the turn table and fantasizing about writing her a comeback song.Hmmm I wonder if that will be possible...

Tracyanne

A Fool and His Money...

In 1997, or thereabouts, I rented a VCR from an electrical shop. For those of you who live in Glasgow and can remember - it wasn't Glens, Hutchesons or Stepek, it was the other one. (I apologise to international readers for the unfunny parochial in-jokery)

I was poor and unwilling to live without a bit of light entertainment. The video shop in Partick where I lived at the time had the biggest and best rental selection in the city. I couldn't miss out. So I signed up for a year, paying £9 a month, and I thought no more of it.

I have only just ended the rental contract.

I have paid approximately £1000 to rent a piece of equipment for which I would not pay £2 in a car boot sale. And I have the nerve to present myself as a purveyor of wisdom on our website! What an arse...

Still, every cloud etc etc. When I wrote to the electrical shop to end the contract, I joked that they should just let me keep the VCR instead of coming to collect it. They wrote back and said that they would let me do just that, because I had been "such an excellent customer". How right they were.

Now, where did I leave those magic beans?...

Kenny