Well, I'm at home! In Southend on Sea. I was going to call it "Sunny Southend" but it's turned really cold! I mean, it was hot, now it's not. I brought summery clothes back with me and now it's grey, rainy and only about 10 degrees. Drat...
So... yesterday was taken up with packing and being driven back by my parents. They both came up to Leicester. Maybe it was an exciting day out. ;)
I finally got to see my brother John's new car stereo equipment. You may remember the car stereo thieves (they come in the night1) took his last CD player, amp and sub. Well, he had it all replaced (by the nice insurance company) on Tuesday. All in all, I think the stuff's better than the stuff he had before. Which is cool. Plus they fitted it. (Not that I'm saying John did a bad job!) And he paid for a funky car alarm, too. His new CD player plays MP3 CD's, so there's a lot of MP3 converting that needs doing. It's all great, though. I can't wait to be driven around with music blaring and my insides being vibrated to mush.
That wasn't sarcasm.
Today Mum, Dad and I went to the largest Saturday market in Britain, at North Weald. The only thing I knew about North Weald is that there's an airfield, and I don't know much more about it now. The market was on the airfield, you see. I didn't buy anything, though. And it was really cold. The wind made it even worse. Brrr.
I spent the afternoon making MP3's for John. While he played the last level of Stuntman. He only seems to have progressed one (maybe two) scenes into the game since Christmas, when I was last around to watch him play. Strange but true. He's on the "chase the stealth jet" level of "Live Twice For Tomorrow". Very clearly James Bond, but cool, even if it's a bit repetitive...!
Hmm, not much to say really. Dad told me an entertaining anecdote. He went to a thing a little while ago (a children's work thing), which Ishmael was leading. Apparently, once when he was leading kid's work a little boy jumped up onto the stage and said that he was going to sing with Ishmael. Ishmael said that he most certainly wasn't going to sing with him, and got rid of him. That little boy was none other than Daniel Bedingfield! Well, I thought it was funny, anyway. I'm not that great at retelling anecdotes.
But it's on Ishmael's site, here. If you care. ;)
I'll be off then. Lots to do and no broadband to do it with. Sad...
1 Both car thieves and hair thieves come in the night, then. Apparently.
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