We had planned on spending my day off walking around the Mendip hills, but the weather was horrible so instead we went to Exeter to pick up my new computer. Whilst there, podcast fans, I also picked up a swanky looking microphone which might make the lo-fi nature of our childish filth a thing of the past. We shall see. I suspect no sound snobs listen to us any more so it's all for nothing.
We had slept in late so we weren't left with a lot of time to sightsee, but we had a proper look around the Cathedral, where we learned that grease used to oil the first clocks was attractive to rodents, hence the nursery rhyme "Hickory Dickory Dock".
It had cost us a fiver each to get in and you know how I feel about that, but I enjoyed looking at the old stuff and the tombs of the dead and mocking those interred in this strange and stocky Gothic building for not being able to breath and dance around like I could. And like I always will be able to.
Perhaps God was aware of my atheism and cynicism and hubris because as we tried to leave through the automatic doors He sent a huge wind which actually prevented the doors from opening. Nature mocked science and the inventions of man. It seemed we might be as trapped as the dead.
But then I managed to push my way through. Rich 1 God 0. Come on Jehovah, try a bit harder. You will never defeat me!
My new computer seems lovely although my dad couldn't believe how much it had cost me, when he had bought mum a massive brick of a laptop for only £400. He seemed to think the bulk made it more impressive. After he had taken us all out for dinner I spent an hour or so trying to show my aged Ps how to use the Internet. My dad managed to "accidentally" find something pornographic quite quickly, whilst looking on Amazon which is quite impressive. I didn't see the image he'd found but he showed it to my mum who seemed faintly disgusted and asked where the people's heads were. So quite pleased I didn't see that. Maybe introducing them to the internet isn't the best idea!
