All of the beams have had the final coat of the LIDL brown stuff, and I’ve started to paint the wall of the room. In fact, if I had had more white paint I would have done a lot more than this but I ran out.
Not to worry, though. I had plenty of other things to do, such as tidying up the back of Caliburn as he’s going to be rather full tomorrow.
It all looks rather Tudor-ish right now with the wattle-and-daub effect, and I bet you are all wondering what on earth I’m doing with white paint, seeing as how I hate white so much. In fact, it’s the leftover from when I painted my little room, which is also white.
But it was the cheapest paint in the shop and it’s acrylic so it makes a nice plasticky layer over the brick stone and cement and keeps the dust bound to the wall, which is why I use it. Nothing worse that having dust everywhere when you can do something to prevent it.
But as it’s being covered by a layer of insulation and then a layer of insulation-backed plasterboard and then that fibreglass wallpaper which will be painted a decent colour, then the white is neither here nor there.
I also have music in the attic now. Many years ago I made a contraption out of an old orange box, an old car radio-cassette and a speaker. It did me well down here for years until moved up a gear with the mp3 hifi. Anyway, I resurrected it together with a pile of old cassette tapes and it’s installed in the attic. Music while I work! But the quality is lamentable when compared with modern-day hi-fi and I don’t know how we could have listened to music like that back in those days.
But I was listening to a couple of old albums by Rush – a fine old Canadian band – Moving Pictures
How about
When they turn the pages of history when these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness for the seeds that we let grow
We turned our gaze from the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down on the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred fear and lies
Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise
or
They say there are strangers who threaten us, immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness too dangerous in our theatres and bookstore shelves.
Those who know what’s best for us must rise and save us from ourselves.
Quick to judge, quick to anger, slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice and fear walk hand in hand
What’s astonishing is that although these lyrics conform pretty well to life in today’s USA and the UK they were actually written over 30 years ago. But then again, I’ve talked about this before.
