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Another 12”, and walkies

I don’t normally blog about adding individual items to my collection, but this time I find it necessary, as I now have a UK promo copy of “Downtown” in my possession. Wooo!

I’ve been collecting as many different versions of this song, and I think now I’m coming to the end of my search…

This one has the catalogue number of AMY 476, the same as the released version, but the label is different. As with most promos, instead of being printed on the company standard labels, it’s printed on a plain white logo, with black text…

The tracklisting, however is exactly the same. The A side is the Adam Moseley mix, and the B side is the instrumental version, coupled with “Welcome To My City”, the only original track released by them which isn’t on the album “Mirror”. It’s a pretty weak track if I’m honest.

The best thing about it is the misprinted label on the cover itself…

One Two Many, eh? Wrong.

Cor. It seems that all I’m talking about in here is records, plus my long walks, complete with taking hundreds of photos of said pointless journey. This post is no exception, as I shall now blabber on about the walk I took the other night.

It had been a beautiful late-spring day. It started off with a trip tyo the flea market. As usual, I spent far too much on records, but I did pick up a Billy Joel double CD for 50p. 36 tracks. That’s less than a penny a song! I’d also received a parcel of 30+ LPs from ebay earlier in the morning. That means, throughout the day I’d been collecting a lot of music. In fact, my purchases for the week looked something like this…

Catch of the day

I’d got back from the flea market, itching for stuff to do while the weather was nice. The answer came in the form of record cleaning. Not the ones I’d just received, but some of the ones I’d been given a couple of weeks ago. I wasn’t in a blogging mood when they arrived, so I don’t think I mentioned their arrival.

Anyway, most of the day was spent in the back garden, sploding big gloops of lemon washing up liquid on them, and gasping in awe as 50 years of dust, grime and nicotine were lifted off. It also allowed me to sort the really damaged ones (they weren’t in good nick) from the ones just about playable.

I tried to stay in and watch the telly. I just couldn’t do it. It was at that point I decided that I was going to make use of this weather, and go out to Hart Village and photograph the sunset.

It was a walk that would consist of 114 photos, 5.41 miles, and another visit to Sainsbury’s.

I tried to time it nicely so I wasn’t waiting too long for the sun to go down. Therefore, I set off at about 7:30 I decided to go the long way round, through the new estate and along the Hart Road. Basically, the reverse of the journey I took the other week.

It gave me the chance to photograph the construction of the carehome which is STILL being built. It must have been at least 18 months now…

Evening Walk to Hart and Back (1)

After a power-walk (or rather, it looked like I was having a strop), I made it out of the estate, and continued along the Hart road…

Evening Walk to Hart and Back (24)

At this point, somebody ran past me. It was either Coatesy, or someone who looks the exact spitting image of him.Nothing was said, it either wasn’t him, or he’s forgotten what I look like. After all, it’s been nearly six months since the last contact with him. I also noticed he’s deleted me from his MSN Messenger list.

Anyway, I arrived at Hart Village, and the sun was just reaching the point where it was starting to get low enough to make everything look orange.


Evening Walk to Hart and Back (40)

After a road called “Nine Acres”, the footpath ends. After all, there are no more houses. This didn’t stop me, however, and I kept walking for another few hundred yards when I came to an opening in the hedgerow, leading to a field.

By this point, I was steaming, literally. The power-strop and the full walk uphill caused me to have the appearance of a racehorse after a particularly gruelling steeplechase. I decided to have a sit down in this field for a bit to recover, cool down, and watch the sun going down.


Evening Walk to Hart and Back (72)

Er, that was the field. It;’s quite interesting the fact that I’ve managed to type all of this about going to see the sunset, yet I’ve not actually managed to post one image of it yet…

Evening Walk to Hart and Back (75)

There, that’s better. Now, I was listening to music this entire journey. You’d think I’d be listening to something “sunsetty” at this point. You know, something chilled out. Something mood-setting. Mike oldfield, maybe? Enya? Both good choices, and both artists I had on my MP3 player at the time.

Ladies and gentlemen, I was listening to Jive Bunny. I found this rather amusing, and a reflection of my awful (to everyone else) taste in music.

Eventually, the sun disappeared behind the cloud in the above picture, and there was no more to see. I began to walk home. The sunset pictures kept disappearing, and although the sun was no longer visible, the sky was still dramatic enough to allow for possibly my favourite photo of the evening.

Dying embers (89)

There were still photo opportunities to be had despite the fact that the sun had long gone. Something Hartlepool (or rather, Hart) is famous for, is its disused windmill, and the wind turbine near it. I noticed two runners on the path behind me. For a bit of an experiment, I wanted to see if they’d say anything to me if I obviously stopped off to take a photo. The result was this…

Evening Walk to Hart and Back (107)

The female runner was passing me just as I turned around to rejoin the path. She looked at me as if I was mad. I just smiled and nodded politely. After all, I have something to show for it. And what do YOU have, missus? Aching muscles and worn out trainers. I win that one. The walk home was slightly diverted by a visit to Sainsbury’s, where I picked up a kitkat, carton of orange juice, packet of own-brand chicken curry noodles, and a jumbo sausage roll. Bugger, the amount of calories I’d burned off on this walk were about to be instantly put back on.

Saying that, I haven’t eaten the noodles yet and have only partially drank the orange juice.

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I’m bored with not updating.

Oh, okay then, I WILL update, just because it’s more fun that sitting here doing nothing.

I can’t tell you what I’ve been doing, or where I’ve been, but during my absence, I have been busy. In fact, over the past week or so, I’ve actually took the time out and catalogued the majority of my 7″ single collection.

At the time of typing, it’s up to 570 records. You can view a PDF file of them all here…

Record_Main.pdf

Over the coming days, I might completely rewrite the music section, as I think it needs it.

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Upgrades, downgrades and funky theme music

Tomorrow, I return to Employment Place, after three days on the sick, as last week I came down with some dreadful flu thing. Once again. Unfrotunately, this time, instead of it just affecting my nose and throat, this time it decided to take my left ear and chest with it. I’m still not right. My ear still feels like there’s a bowling ball stuck in it, and my throat is once again making it difficult to swallow.

Oh, the joys of being poorly.

The time off, however, has allowed me to get some of the things I meant to do ages ago out of the way. Firstly, I upgraded Beastbits, my main machine. You may remember on 31st March, I tried to install Windows XP onto a SATA drive, with absolutely no success at all.

Yesterday, I tried a different approach, which I didn’t think would work. I backed up my installation of Windows XP onto 2 bootable DVDs with the help of Nero BackItUp (or whatever it’s called). I then put in the new hard drive, and restored the image back to the hard drive.

It only bloody worked.

Not only did this bypass the rigmarole of having to restore everything, it means that I know this method actually works. Unfortunately, the whole process seemed to take forever. Sooo, now I have XP installed on a SATA drive. Wooty.

On the subject of upgrades, the amount of free space I have on mercuryvapour.co.uk has increased too! It WAS 800Mb, it’s now 2Gb. Unfortunately, as of yet, there has not been any bandwidth increase, so basically they’ve gave me a larger bucket, but the same amount of water to keep in it…

Yeah, that analogy works.

So, onto the theme music bit. None of you will remember a show that aired on the Disney channel (and at come point Channel 5) named “Okavango”. It was one of those awful Sunday afternoon things, about a family who moved from the city to… er, “Okavango” to look after all the wildlife. Or something. I didn’t really watch it. It did have one good thing about it. The theme music. I loved it.

Eventually, the show fizzled off the airwaves, and was never seen again. No DVD release, no repeat, nothing.

A few years ago, I tried to locate the theme music, with absolutely no success. in fact, I was amazed by the amount of information I DIDN’T find.

Following on from a thread about “best theme music“, on Glen’s forum, I suddenly had a recollection of Okavango, and how much I liked the theme tune.

I tried to find the video on Youtube, with no luck. I had to resort to a google search which turned up this low quality video.

I didn’t expect anyone to have heard of the show, and indeed, they didn’t. Glen said…

“Never heard of it, but I recognised the bird off of Alien Nation. Do I win a prize?”

To, which, I replied, jokingly…

“Only if you can find a better copy of that theme music.”

At this point, if I had a sound effect for a jaw dropping, I’d be playing it right now. I do have this picture, however.


Within two hours, Glen had tracked down a 2-minute long MP3 of it. Oh my! But, it was just a preview, thetrefore low quality and no ID3 information at all. Unbelieveable.

He titled the email “I rock”, and he certainly does rock. Not stopping there, however, I badger him for some further information, and his response….

“It’s Invent Yourself by Julian Laxton”

In the posting was the link where he got the preview from, and also a link to where it can be purchased. Turns out the full track is just under 6 minutes long. Awesome!

So, I purchased it. The site was located in South Africa, which means the cost of getting the track was 8.74 Rand. And that works out at roughly 60p. Bonus!

I shall be back at work in 7 hours time. Apparently there’s a new phone system. This WILL be fun.

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Oh, man. What a day.

Well, today, I’ve been at work. But less about that.

Today started off at 8AM. I awoke, fresh as a daisy, which was a bit disheartening considering I didn’t start work until 2PM. Oh well. This gave me some time to watch the footy highlights, and also watch the pool on Sky Sports. Those six hours positively *flew* by. Ahem. It also gave me chance to dry off my trousers which were still damp after being removed from the washer the previous night. Other highlights included watching Countryfile, listening to Just a Minute, devouring some sossy rolls, and topping it all off by having a nice warm bath. Before I knew it, it was time to gather my things and jump into the taxi which would whisk me off until the fiery bowels of work.

I picked up my coat which had fallen off the table and onto the floor. I never hang my coat up, I usually just leave it lying on the table, though in this this particular instance, it had left the confines of the table and went hurtling to the floor. I put it on, and then instantly wished I hadn’t. It was covered in sick. Dog sick, to be precise.

One of my precious dogs had decided to rewind their breakfast all over it. Before I knew it, my hands were covered in foul-smelling Chappie-Chunder. And so were my freshly washed trousers. Oh, you BASTARD. With the taxi fast approaching, I quickly removed my trousers, and left them in the middle of the floor. The coat went upstairs, and in the bath. I quickly emptied my pockets, but some of it had soaked through, leaving me with a handful of sticky, greasy coins. Joy.

No sooner had I slapped up my reserve trousers on, I headed off out the door, muttering to myself, whilst clutching a carrier bag filled with my bait for the day. A curry and a bottle of coke. I wonder how long it took you to predict that.

Soooooooo. Along came work, and I won’t go into any more detail, as that would be considered bad (chicken) karma……… now THERE’S an in-joke I’ll be scratching my head over in years to come… Oh, but on the way home, I saw a fox, for one the second time in my life (here’s the first)

Right, anyway, that takes care of that. Now, onto the real news. The first is that my next door neighbour for well over 20 years has finally abandoned his abode, and no longer lives next door. They (he and his wife) disappeared without even saying a goodbye, which I’m gutted at. You’d have thought, that after being neighbours for so long, they’d have at least knocked on the window and waved. Or something.

What’s even odder is that he appears to have left his cat beind…

James's cat
(Archive Picture)

Strangely, there’s somebody else moved in next door already, so hopefully they’re taking care of him. I’d hate to think he’s just been abandoned and left to fend for himself. He’s a great little cat, always comes up to me and miaows his little furry head off, and doesn’t stop until I tickle him under the chin.

I have a distinct feeling I’m going to miss him living next door. We grew up together in every way, shape and form. I have audio tapes going back from when I was nine, and he couldn’t have been more than 4, singing the “Denver, The Last Dinosaur” theme.

It just seems that every one of my friends have disappeared for some unknown reason. Wayne vanished without a trace again, back on 7th Jan 2007, Coatesy has completely vanished. I haven’t heard from him since November, and his last email from that date was slightly worrying. I’ve not spoken to Chris this year either.

Wow, in fact, I’ve just realised. I have had absolutely no contact with ANYONE outside of work this year. That’s alarming. Cue Chad, and his “Get Out More” rant. I’ll look forward to deleting reading it.

OH! On another subject entirely… I’ve finally seen it. It’s taken me ten years, but I’ve finally seen it. Yes, I have seen…… THE VIDEO TO “ANGEL” BY THE QUEST PROJECT! And I also know the real reason it wasn’t released, and it’s heartbreaking. First off, let’s have the video:-

Now, since I first discovered Youtube, I’d been searching for the video, in the vain hope that one day it would appear. I wasn’t even sure if it had a video, though the previous single “Initiate the Creative” had one. These searches, rather like the “One 2 Many” one, would take place every few weeks, and they’d always turn up empty.

That was, until today. Obviously, I’d found it, but it hadn’t been up for more than a few hours, and I was the *27*th viewer. Those who know me always knew I have had a superstition about that number. I’ve mentioned it in a post previously, but I can’t find it.

Secondly, the reasoning behind its non-release…. the takeover of Island records.

Jonyrokstar, the original poster of the video, and member of The Quest Project, states that “Angel was never officially released. Island got took over just before it was due to be released, so everything got pulled. They had actually pressed the whole shipment of cds for the release as well. SO, they’ve either been trashed & scrapped, or sent to the moon by rocket or something.”

Well, you heard it here first, though I’m truly gutted that something like that could have happened, and I have a feeling that it’s going to be one of those things that keeps me lying awake at night.

And, on that note, I’m shattered. I’m off to bed.

EDIT: Jonyrockstar mentioned this post on this facebook too, so er… welcome, if you’ve came from there.

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One 2 Many. Again. Again.

Following on from my post a couple of weeks ago, I’ve just checked youtube, and, although I can’t quite believe it, someone has actually posted the official video to “Downtown”.

Again, I expect it to disappear as quicky as it appeared, so I’m adding it just to make sure that some other people get to see it before it disappears. I like the addition of the 80s style MTV Europe logos. I have so many of those on tape.

The audio on this particular version is a bit better to the version I posted perviously, though whoever transcoded it decided to add a daft credits thing on the end, meaning you lose the last few seconds, though I’m probably the only person on the planet to care about that. (EDIT: The person who uploaded the video contacted me, the video was cut short by MTV, and the audio is better as the uploader replaced the original audio from the tape with an MP3)

I might go upstairs and play it at full volume, to annoy the neighbours. They had a party, you see, which meant that I was awoken with the sound of loud shouting at 6AM. The party eventually ended at approximately 7AM. It is now almost 10AM at the time of typing, and I’m considering blasting out the greatest hits of Belinda Carlisle at 11AM, followed by Black Lace / Agadoo, on loop for an hour and a half.

I suppose I can’t really blame James for my lack of sleep. I think most of it came from the fact I had what would have to be the worst tin of “beef” curry I have ever had. I’d got it from Netto, and on the label it looked totally unappetising. I don’t even know why I bought it. I then opened it, and it was even worse. I then began to eat it… it was like a party in my mouth and everyone had brought gristle. It was horrible. The only saving grace is that I’d laced it with my own special blend of curry powder, which made the sauce at least edible.

Anyway, let’s return the conversation to curry, just for one more second. Despite my abomination earlier, I did have a nice curry which I prepared earlier in the day…

Chicken Jalfrezi

I didn’t take a photo of the awful one. I’d rather just forget all about that.

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