Dom's Rambles

Part of Down & Out in Sheffield & Lincoln

Friday, August 29, 2008

 

A Work In Progess: Phase 2.

The holes are now filled to the best of my admittedly limited abilities and this lunch time I handed the thing over to the guy who does our bodywork repairs for the fine tuning and groovy new Piccalilli coloured paint job. I'm taking delivery of the finished article this time next week.
In other news some more fan mail has come my way!

Hey Dom,
I stumbled upon your wonderful site while 'googling' for some info on an old acquaintance.
The slideshow was like a journey through my own past although I was in London during that time. Great blog, you've entertained my bank holiday.
All the best,
Dan

And as I see from the stats that Dan has pointed several visitors in this direction, it's only fair that I reciprocate!


Friday, August 22, 2008

 

A Work In Progress: Phase 1.

As I tend to play almost exclusively on my Les Paul these days, my old Jackson Performer has been gathering dust for quite some time. Last week I decided to give the thing a new lease of life by converting it to a single pickup, single volume control axe and giving it a new paintjob - the intended end result being a guitar pretty similar to the BC Rich Gunslinger (I might even go for that same lurid shade of yellow).
The first part of the task was to disassemble the guitar and strip the original paintwork down to the wood. The next, which I'll be starting on this weekend, is to fill the holes left by the removal of the middle and neck pickups as well as those formerly occupied by the selector switch and tone control.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

 

GCSE A Grades Reach 20 Year High! In Other News Tractor Production Is Up & The Chocolate Ration Has Been Increased.

I know, I know - I said I wasn't going to do political stuff on here but in amongst all the hoo-ha about this years record GCSE results I heard something that had me wanting to write a furious letter to the Daily Mail. Back in May a load of Radio 1 presenters took GCSE exams and opened their results live on air whereupon I discovered that an A grade is awarded for a score of above 50%. When I did my O Levels way back in 1980 it was generally understood that a score of 50% meant that you had just about scraped through with a C - have things really dumbed down that much? I guess the fact that most of the jobs I've applied for of late included literacy and numeracy tests as part of the application process rather suggest they have.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

 

The Mind Boggles!

I thought I must have misheard the radio this morning when they ran an item about a record breaking female Chinese weightlifter who'd lifted nearly twice her body weight with her naughty bits - but lo and behold, there it was on the BBC website!

Liu Chunhong broke three world records as she successfully defended her Olympic title to claim China's sixth gold in the weightlifting competition.
In the women's 69kg division, Liu set a record of 128kg in her third attempt in the snatch before lifting a new mark of 158kg in the clean and jerk.

She must have done a hell of a lot of pelvic floor exercises to prepare for that!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

 

Gay Chav Porn!

No, I'm not kidding, it really does exist! Check out these DVDs - I thought the title Spunky Trackies was particularly inspired!
Now you might be wondering what a strapping heterosexual ramrod like yours truly - someone who's owed favours by foxy chicks the length and breadth of the country - is doing surfing gay porn sites? Let's just say that I was engaged in a spot of online research and came across the thing when I Googled a certain person's name.

Monday, August 11, 2008

 

Ian Milne, From Sydney Australia, This Red Stripe's For You!

As I’ve probably pointed out several times before, the principle reason I wrote Down & Out… was to exorcise some particularly troublesome ghosts. If doing so achieves nothing more than that then the time and effort I devoted to the project was entirely worthwhile - anything else is a bonus.
When someone you’ve never met and who lives on the other side of the world takes the time and effort to compose a lengthy e-mail praising your efforts and telling you, amongst other things, that he and his mates were in fits of laughter reading them then it really is quite touching.
Cheers Ian.

Monday, August 04, 2008

 

A New Family Member.

I've always liked my guitar sound to be as dirty and rough-edged as possible and as far as I'm concerned the combination of a Les Paul guitar, DOD American Metal distortion pedal and Marshall amp pretty much represents the Holy Grail. I've never really got on with elaborate banks of signal processors and the only effect I ever considered indispensable was the wah-wah pedal. I've been looking to buy a new one for a while now, ever since I flogged my Morley during a period of severe financial embarrassment a couple of years back. I had a go on several of the Jim Dunlop Cry Baby range recently but wasn't quite impressed enough to shell out the hard-earned for one. Then, I came across the Ibanez Weeping Demon. Despite having a name which sounds a lot like a euphemism for some condition requiring the urgent attention of the local STI clinic, this piece of kit is the absolute dog's bollocks and I am now the proud owner of one.
Tempted as I am to compose a gushing review of the thing, I have another seriously overdue piece to get finished, so if you'll excuse me, there's a little more venom needs spitting in the direction of a certain ex of mine.

UPDATE: There seems to have been a little confusion regarding that comment I signed off with. I don’t mean I’m intending to spit venom at my last girlfriend – i.e. the one I got myself into such a sorry state over recently. I mean the one I got pregnant in the summer of 2006, the one I referred to at the end of Unfinished Business. Part 1: Lydia.
Besides, if I wanted to vent my spleen in that direction I wouldn't need 5,000 plus words, I could spit it out in a single paragraph.
I might do so by saying that there’s something a little odd about a thirty seven year old woman who lies about her age, pretends not to have any children and whose obsessive need to socialise with the friends of her teenage son (and all the time within some bizarre late Eighties time warp) borders on the neurotic. I might also remark that such behavior is a quite obvious – and desperate - attempt to recapture the youth she felt she missed out on by being trapped in a loveless marriage from the age of nineteen right through to her early thirties.
Bitter and twisted - me?


Sunday, August 03, 2008

 

'I went on the internet & I found this...

...which has had me giggling like a particularly immature schoolboy for most of the evening. '

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