a few quick words about…

By amy ~ April 9th, 2017 @ 10:04 pm No Comments »


And hands up who thinks I’m going to moan about punters being late? You’re wrong, although the prat who called to announce himself and ask for final directions some eight minutes after his half hour booking should have started (and therefore roughly ten minutes after I was expecting him to call and announce himself) was politely directed home after not even acknowledging his lateness, let alone apologising. Even the tiniest sign of contrition would have made a difference, although nothing like as much difference as texting me to let me know he was behind schedule so I could have waited.

No, my ever-increasing punctuality problem is with punters arriving early. Well, not the early arrival as such – you can turn up at whatever time you like – but the inexplicable urge to call me and inform me of it even though I’m a good fifteen minutes from being ready and trying to have a sit down and some lunch. Or talk to my friend on Skype, dry my hair, watch Netflix, do some yoga, put the washing in the machine, answer my emails or any one of the myriad other things I might be doing in my free time.

The moment the phone goes (and if you’re the next person due I’ll answer it, just in case you’re running late or something’s happened), I have to stop whatever I’m doing and give the caller my full attention because that is part of my job. Being then given the news that you’re here despite not being due for another ten minutes or more means that I have to continue doing this (even though I’m perfectly on schedule) because I can no longer carry on doing anything else; I’m hardly going to be able to relax and enjoy my peanut butter toastie knowing that you’re hanging around out front, shuffling up and down and occasionally looking at your watch?

When I explain how to get here, I will tell you that my flat is no more than a minutes’ walk away from the place where you’ll be calling me for final directions, and this is true – I have no reason to make it up or anything else which might disrupt my workflow; why would I? If I’m in a hotel then it’s fairly obvious that when you call from outside it, you’re nearly here and certainly not twenty minutes from my room no matter how big the place is.

I respect your time – please respect mine. And for those reading who think I’m an irritable, nitpicky snowflake who should be thankful for whatever I get and that being expected to drop everything in a heartbeat whether I like it or not by people who can’t or choose not to grasp how an appointment system works should be a small price to pay, I offer


Rant over and Lord, that feels better. Now it’s a new (tax) year and the sun is shining, the annual onslaught of sneaky bank holidays is creeping up and Easter is just around the corner! As most will have spotted already it’s London for the latter half of the week and then home for the long weekend of lamb, chocolate eggs, and hopefully some time out in the fresh air along with who knows how many others if the number of bodies on the beach yesterday is anything to go by. Packing and preparation for both Waterloo and Edinburgh next week is pretty much sorted and I even found time to go and see the ROH Madama Butterfly being streamed over at the Stephen Joseph on the way home last week as well as getting a big dent made in the decorating (at the flat, for a change).

For Scarborough folks, I’ll be around for the next couple of days as usual then back at work Tuesday week; I’m also planning some down time while I’m away to finally check out the Lego shop in Leicester Square, see the David Hockney exhibition at the Tate before it closes and run over to Ginger Pig for sausages, amongst other things. In my infinite (ha) wisdom when block booking hotels back on November’s Black Friday weekend I hadn’t noticed that Good Friday was during my stay, so armed with the knowledge that bank holidays can go either way business-wise I may yet have an excellent excuse for a skive. With that in mind, anybody contemplating booking Friday after lunchtime-ish might do well to declare their interest early or by the time you call I’ll be sitting on the Tate boat with a flapjack, a can of Irn Bru and a switched off phone.

For Song Of The Week I’m continuing my noble quest to get everybody to watch Detectorists in the hope that some day I might come across somebody else who’s seen my favourite TV programme before the third series starts later in the year. So, here is the lovely theme song (alongside a few bits from the first episode where nothing much happens, not that anything much happens in any of the episodes. Trust me, its fantastic).

Mercifully, the third series of my other favourite TV programme starts on Netflix this Tuesday morning, 7am sharp. I’ll be there, albeit in a horizontal capacity since my bedroom smart TV negates the requirement to be perpendicular. Thank God for hollow wall anchors.

More soon…

i’m worth a million in prizes…

By amy ~ March 29th, 2017 @ 7:42 pm No Comments »

And the month has flown again, even without the help of the clocks going forward at the weekend (and true to form I forgot to change my old radio-alarm one until it was far too late and didn’t get up on Sunday until it was past 11 o’clock and thankfully, almost lunchtime). Twice this week I’ve left for home at gone 7pm and it’s been at least lightish – happy days!

Not masses to report from HQ; decorating (home and flat) continues as much as the rather-less-quiet-than-usual of March has allowed and I’ll be cracking on with some more new pictures as soon as I can be sure I’ve got all the paint off – yay! Inbetween the day to day pottering about I’ve had an unexpected trip to the Spa Theatre to see the ever-disarming (and very funny) Ross Noble – who I last ran into at FrightFest back in 2012, I think – courtesy of a kindly and equally disarming visitor (I not only got a night out but also an excuse for a ride on the cliff lift) the accounts are nearly done, London beckons shortly and relative peace with proper tea, home made brownies (pic above, recipe available) and muchas binge watching of ER will be the order of the day in the meantime.

The bustle of Waterloo will be more than enough to wake me up after the relative sedateness of Pimlico, plus this time I will be about until the usual late morning and thankfully without the dawn dash home, even if it did afford me another lovely picture of the recently-tarted-up Scala before my train. It’s always good to be back on the South Bank although I’ll be hopefully better prepared than last time (example Amazon Fire box: check, HDMI cable: check, remote control: oops). I may have to start making better lists.

Easter will be upon us before we know it, and despite my being away for the first half I will be back for business as usual the following week before heading off to Edinburgh for Dead By Dawn on the 20th – my first horror festival of the year and my enduring favourite despite the sometimes inclement weather and necessary four days of living on Meal Deals, bananas and the annual first night trip to the Nando’s over the road for peri peri chicken and iffy sangria. I say it every year, but it’s well worth remembering that the traffic into Scarborough is worse during Easter week than any other time I know (possibly since I’m always at FrightFest over the August Bank Holiday weekend) so appropriate forward planning is the order of the day. Not even thinking about it and getting the train would be my advice.

Back to this week and next, and business as usual! And at risk of being trite, I should really say thank you to everybody who’s been kind and encouraging about my phone photos as well as the bringers of lovely things like eggs, show tickets, a bit of wood (which I really needed, believe it or not) and obviously their hard earned. It more than makes up for the phone-numpties who all seem to be coming out of hibernation this last week, but at least when they’re interspersed with nice sensible folk they’re entertaining rather than anything worse and for the rest I have a call blocker.

Song of the week hails from my current favourite soundtrack as well as an old favourite album (plus it was co-written by David Bowie which is as close to this segment as he’s ever likely to get, since pretty much everything he’s ever done would qualify and renders cherrypicking impossible) and deserves turning up very loud; possibly not in Tesco, where multiple people have witnessed me bouncing up and down the chilled section in my giant wireless headphones to it while waiting my turn to examine the spoils on the Reduced To Clear shelf. Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a fucking big remix.

spring! (fingers crossed)

By amy ~ March 1st, 2017 @ 9:32 pm No Comments »

Well the month has flown by and the first trip out of Scarborough in 2017 has been and gone with a long overdue return to Waterloo, not least because the accompanying bustle does everybody good and makes a change from the gentleness and relative tranquility of Pimlico (which delightful though it is, serves mostly to make me lazy and eat too much). And just for comparative purposes I’ll be back in Pimlico at the weekend -yay!

As per the title, Spring is well and truly springing here – the snowdrops are out, evenings are getting lighter and in the annual tradition of keeping busy during the quieter weeks, 2017’s DIY projects are well underway and thus far have included a clearout and mass shredding of old paperwork that resulted in no fewer than five blue bags to go out (why I was hanging onto bank statements and receipts from 2007 will have to remain a mystery, but I’ve gained back an entire walk in cupboard I’d forgotten I had as a result). And I haven’t even started on the messy drawer yet.

In other long overdue projects, the oft-promised new pictures courtesy of the fancy Samsung phone and it’s handy voice control photo taker are finally on their way, if for no reason other than to prove that I look pretty much the same as I did in the last ones some fifteen months ago bar a touch thinner and in far less of a hurry. It’s all a bit of an experiment, but the going is so far good enough that I may pack the tripod this weekend and bring it along – in the meantime, there’s one above to be going on with, and another here (for fans of the candid) that caught me on the hop when I was playing nicely and learning the timer. Muppet.

I was immensely pleased to see justice done at the Oscars; having sat through La La Land a few weeks ago as a birthday treat with a similarly bewildered and unimpressed pal in tow I was completely at a loss as to what all the fuss was about (especially when it dawned on me that for my seven quid I could have stayed in and had fish, chips, peas and a can of Coke instead) but the saving grace was my first visit in years to the lovely Hollywood Plaza, which hasn’t changed a bit since I lived just up the road on North Bay and used to go two or three times a week. La La Land may have been two hours of my life I’ll never get back but Trainspotting 2 on the other hand was a joy, and – happily – is on at the Stephen Joseph from Friday which might mean my second visit this week after an evening at the (streamed) Sleeping Beauty ballet last night. I was feeling very cultured indeed until the first thing that came through my nice warm headphones when I left for home and my second set of pancakes was Centrefold by the J Geils band (damn you, Spotify shuffle) which made me cringe. I still listened to it, though.

It’s not gone unnoticed that almost a full year has gone by since my last New York trip and the next would normally be well underway by now if not actually been and gone; sadly, there isn’t any next happening any time soon. I have no particular wish to be interrogated by border security and then turned back anyway because I won’t countenance giving up my privacy by way of my device passwords on the way in, so like numerous others I’ll be making other arrangements. 6.8% of others, to quote the figure calculated by a travel company looking at the reduction in tourism bookings to the US in the last few weeks. As for the rest, even thinking about it is making my brain hurt so I believe I’ll stick with the pancakes.

So for now, I’m firmly in situ! The new pictures will all be posted soon and it’ll be Easter before we know it (I promise I won’t leave it that long for an update).

This week’s Song Of The Week is …you guessed it.

forty four!

By amy ~ January 21st, 2017 @ 6:10 pm No Comments »

It’s that time again, or nearly anyway – the traditional birthday blog is a day early thanks to tomorrow’s newly planned activities (the original plan of staying in bed all day binge-watching Detectorists and finishing off the last of the Christmas chocolate has been postponed to next weekend) and since I’ve not got round to a mid month update I’m best just getting on with it.

A bit of research has told me that tomorrow’s birthday means I’m joining the forty four year old ranks of Cameron Diaz, Eminem, Zinedine Zidane and Idris Elba, which if I was a dinner party person rather than just a dinner person probably wouldn’t be such a bad lineup, plus I’d be the youngest. January 22nd is also the day that US President Harry Truman set up the CIA in 1946 (seventy one years later the best outcome we can hope for is that their newest incumbent makes it through the next twenty four hours without starting a war) and in 1973 itself whilst I was making my way into the world in Edinburgh, George Foreman beat Joe Frazier in the second round of the Sunshine Showdown to become the world heavyweight champion. I daresay the Jamaican location was enjoying a lot more sunshine than we had in Leith at the time (and there’s a song in there somewhere!)

Back to the present and the last couple of weeks has seen a fair bit of chopping, changing and dashing about, a couple of trips to the pictures (and another in the pipeline tomorrow since La La Land has finally arrived in Scarborough – yay), some bitter disappointment at the complete and abject failure of Thundersnow to put in even a brief appearance (booo) but everything is settling into the usual winter routine and the first London trip of the year is fast approaching! I will be back in Waterloo for what seems like the first time in ages which after five months it really is – a few days in everybody’s favourite fabulous riverside hotel will be just the job and I’m very much looking forward to it, not least because I hope to finally get inside the new Lego shop.

It’ll certainly be the kiss of death for No Spend Week, an occasional exercise which discourages frittering – this week’s total spend was 41p on bananas, without counting the January tax bill – but then the act of boarding a train to London pretty much means the end of thrift and frugality, even for somebody so tight that she never travels without her own Weetabix. I can resume it when I get back. It’ll be like nothing happened.

Business as usual then the coming week bar possibly Monday depending on how I feel when I wake up and how cold it is – the responsibilities of gainful self-employment don’t come without their perks, right enough. And we have a lovely birthday song!

More soon! Time to make haste to the curry house, another reason why Monday could potentially be off the cards.

Further Reading

a few quick words about…

i’m worth a million in prizes…

spring! (fingers crossed)

forty four!

it’s 2017!

1 more sleep…

i fought the floor…

back from the smoke!

back to the beginnings!

hokus pokus…

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