Tanks for the memory

A tank monument somewhere in the Ardenne

Stuff and ting

Not got much to moan about at the moment and I'm still hungover from last night, so here's one of my holiday pictures from somewhere in Belgium.
Mostly I have been catching up on my old prog rock stuff that I've now got on CD and have been listening to:
Rush: Hemispheres
Farewell to Kings
Permanent Waves
Jethro Tull: A
Live at Madison Square Garden
Bursting Out.

I've got a penis just like a mushroom

Just not as big.

Ressurection

Well, after purusing t'interwebs, I went for a new motor for my Dyson. They weren't as expensive as I thought and there's lots of stuff on you tube and shit on how to fit one. So now I have a working vacuum cleaner again.
This week I are listening to The Final Frontier, Iron Maiden's new album. Only listened to it once and it has not stuck me as anything special, but many albums haven't on the first listen. Still, at least it's not produced by Steve Harris. Great bassist and song writer, but I find all the albums he produced were badly mixed.

It's Dead

Well finally, after a few days (alright, weeks) of noisy and smelly vacuuming, my Dyson has died.
After setting the smoke alarm off with it today, I decided to investigate hoping it was the clutch. After evisceration, I found one of the bearings has gone on the motor and the bit under the exhaust filter was full of bits of plastic.
So what now? Do I get a new one, another used one or try freecycle for one?


The patient on the operating table.

BUGger

This week brought to you by the bands Halestorm and Capdown. and the word ponis.

Bored

God I'm so fucking bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.