I still listen to Scott Mills, even though he kicked me out of his flat so unceremoniously [TBB 4.16]. Tonight the mediasphere has descended on the O2 Arena for the Brit Awards and Scott is down there punting his stuff around. He interviews rapper, Tinie Tempah, who describes another interview in which he mentioned that the O2 was a bus ride away from where he grew up, in Plumstead. The next day a publication trumpeted, “Tinie Tempah to go to The Brits on the bus.” No substance, just noise and bubbles and fizz.
Winter is getting done, the days are longer but it’s still pretty dismal out. I ride the Black Bullet to work when it’s dry, although I'm thinking it would be useful to know if it’s likely to conk out in the rain, particularly as I’ve set my sights on making a few trips further from home. It doesn’t seem to mind the cold and gets started easily enough but the battery isn’t charging, which I’ll have to look into. The whole wiring loom is a bit of a disaster, truth be told. Heck, the mirror fell off, the clutch lever is still loose and the front tyre goes flat every couple of days - ho hum.
I’ve started saving for the trip and investing what little is left of our emergency fund in the stock market, hopefully to accelerate the process. The good news is I'm up on a green services company which dipped and then came good (LON:EAGA), but down on an oil and gas company which I bought on impulse (LON:EOG). They’re tipped to do well (hey) sometime this year, being fully funded for five drilling projects. My third punt is a vending machine company with a cut-throat reputation made only more sinister by its asinine name, Snack Time (LON:SNAK). Word is, Snack Time eats other companies and spits out the indigestible bits. The City loves it as a result.
The answer to the tooth brushing training, by the way, was so simple I didn’t see it. I just need to brush normally with my electric one without turning it on. Poz still tends to hold his brush against his teeth and suck the toothpaste off, missing that all important brushing motion, but following a friend's example we now listen out for the brushing noises before we’re done and he’s getting better at it. This is surely more meaningful, more truthful and more entertaining than The Brits.
