It's A Mad World

I wish I could report that I've been writing round the clock, pausing only every few hours or so for a cup of coffee and a healthy apple. But no! My nearly-spanking-brand-new colour laser jet printer packed up on Saturday. Since I have no idea where I put the paperwork and can't even remember which online shop I bought it from I was stuck with nothing to print on. I tried rescuing an old jet-printer from the depths of the basement, where lurks a graveyard of broken down PCs. Great! It seemed like it was working alright. The test printout looked faded probably because the ink in the cartridge had dried out. And I even managed to find the installation disk in a box of old cds. So off I traipsed to PC world in Bradford for a replacement ink cartridge. They had their own brand for it too, which is always so much cheaper than the company's own with the fancy packaging. But guess what? The printout was faded not because the ink had dried in the cartridge or ran out. It was because the printer is broken. That's twenty quid down the drain. And I spent all day yesterday lugging a new mono [this time] laser printer home. I was so knackered by the time I didn't even have the energy to unpack it. I did that this morning, so now I'm motoring again. In the evening I lost my mobile phone at the Pictureville cinema in the National Media Museum. I left it under the seat where I'd put it after switching it off so it didn't ring half way through The Dam Busters, which is one of my all-time favourite films. That meant I had to return to Bradford to retrieve it, and then I stopped at Costa for a coffee and a chat with mates. Before I knew it it was time to water the plants and fiddle around with itunes. But I promise tomorrow is going to be different. It's going to be 500 words an hour no slacking, with only short breaks for coffee and apples. Hold on, aren't they showing The Wall at the National Media Museum? Can't miss that. Pink Floyd are a MAJOR influence on my pysche. The day after then....