Today's soundtrack: Porcupine Tree - Staircase Infinities
After one of the best night's sleep I've had in ages, woke up ready for a trip into Manchester to meet up with Kevin and some of my old mates from the old job. But first, off to the Supermarket to stock up for the Easter break. Big trolley to shove all the chocolate eggs into - right next to the booze and calories, natch. A relatively straightforward shop, albeit augmented by Mrs W's quick waltz round the clothes section. Still, don't have to watch the pennies quite so much now!
Then off into Manchester, and to the old firm's offices. Bumped into a few people outside, who congratulated me on the new job, word obviously having got round quickly! Nice to be able to answer truthfully when people ask me how it's going - the days of the brave face and the 'it's all ok, really' platitudes are past. It really is ok now.
Then to Giraffe with Kevin, for a tasty burger and Red Stripe. We put the world to rights for a good hour or so before going back to the office where I met up with Anne-Marie for congratulations and hugs. It's good, this going back to work lark. For some reason I got to kiss lots of women as a result!
So. I'm in Manchester. No longer watching the pennies, and Fopp just up the road. What's a boy to do?
Half an hour later, I emerged with the new Joanna Newsom, Them Crooked Vultures, the new Jimi Hendrix release and a few Traffic albums from the early seventies. One of which I already own. Don't you just hate it when you buy something you've already got? Or is it just me that does it? It only cost me three quid, at least.
Back home, and a quick text to Matt, who has been spending the week in hospital having his radiotherapy treatment following his throat operation last year. This has been far less of an ordeal, boredom being the primary concern rather than any specific medical issues. You can read about his experiences here.
After a big lunch, there was no need for a massive tea so we had the remnants of last night's (home-made) pizza alongside some potato skins and chicken bits. Watched the end of Supernatural series 3 and - of course - caught up on Masterchef. The six contestants reduced now to five following the departure of Terry, who may well cause himself serious self-harm as a result.
Simon reminded me yesterday that the guitar playing hasn't had a mention in a while and, if truth be known, it did go a bit quiet for a bit. Having said that, I have been picking up both the bass and my six-string more often on the past week or two and enjoying every minute of it. Although my fingers hurt as a result. Not a virtuoso by any means but still enjoying the tinkering!
One man who probably can lay claim to the title of virtuoso is Steven Wilson, driving force behind the horribly-named Porcupine Tree, who actually produce a very acceptable blend of Proggy hard rock. Staircase Infinities is a half hour of nicely melodic, guitar-driven rock that is extremely pleasant to have on in the background.