Electric Quaker II

Update times are here again.

Can’t think of anything to say, mind. Newport is much the same as ever, only intolerably hot. Current estimate for today’s hottest temperature seems to be 33 degrees centigrade. This is frankly ridiculous. Aber, of course, gets off with a whole degree less of unbearability, probably because of having the sea.

Paul – I may yet take you up on your offer and slope off to live in the Land Of No Lifts. Anyway, I ought to drop in and see how the girl from, er, Room B (?) is doing. She’s probably wondering why she hasn’t seen me you the guy who said “Hi I’m Paul, pleased to meet you” for over a month by now…

In other news, I’ve been trying to copy crackly old VHS films we’ve got (mainly having taped them off the telly) to a format that exists, like DVD. It’s mostly going OK, although trying to actually watch the VHSes makes my eyes water, but there’s a couple of ’em – not shop-boughts ones, mind, ordinary tape-it-yourself bits – where I try to set the DVD player to soak up the film, and the lazy sod says “Cannot copy this, it’s prohibited.”

Bloody cheek. Anyone know how to stop it doing that? Because either I get me legitimate backups of VHS tapes I already own onto DVD so I can actually watch them more than a year from now, or I haul off to a newsgroup and download pirated copies of the much higher quality DVDs of said films. I’m trying to be fair, I’m trying to make backups of things I’ve recorded off the telly at a lousy quality, but if they’re going to make that difficult then nuts to the lot of ’em; I’ll go get proper DVD-quality pirated stuff.

Due to head down to Oxford for the weekend, hooray! Not that any bugger is giving me a job, yet, mind. Swines. Still, it’ll be good (though it looks to be even worse down there than up here – I can’t stand the heat at all; I’d much rather it was nice and crisp and autumnal, with just a hint of frost. Then we could all pile on extra layers of clothes, bundle up with some soup, and feel nice and warm. Hot is all very well for deserts, and the like, but there’s a limit to how much you can take off to keep cool. And it’s never enough, either.

So, yeah. Stand by for the possibility of me upping sticks and taking sanctuary in Aber at some point in the next week. I fancy seeing a Buffy Night, for a start…

Hey ho. Going to go and take a cooling shower, see if that helps shift the unpleasant heat-induced headache I’ve got…

Have fun!