Apparently, this car (or one like it) has been down my street and taken photos of my house, and then posted them on my internet.

What a cheek.  Or maybe I'm happy?  I can show friends where I live and what my house looks like.  But, also, anyone can now see my house.

It's like privacy means nothing these days.  Next my every thought will appear on my internet.

Life is like a pipe

and i'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside...

Aye right Amy, spot on.

Ahem, happy mothers day listeners.

The French

Dropped our eldest off tonight at some new friend of his for a sleepover.  The mother invited me in for a coffee.  She's French, it transpires.  I pushed it too far by mentioning that I'd worked in Paris for a year.  "Tu parlez francais?" she inquired.

Well, that was a bit daft of me wasn't it?  How rude of me to reply "well, only in taxis, supermarkets and restaurants".  In english too!  I could see her disappointment.  I then made it worse by asserting that I had realised a long time ago that the problem with speaking another language wasn't whether you knew it, but confidence.  In english.

I said "au revoir" too, when I left.

Idiot.  I bet she saw "tosser" on the back of my head as I walked away.

Who'd have thought I'd listen to music?

My mate musters, and his mate Pete, mentioned spotify to me yesterday.  At first I thought they meant some kind of twitterish black magic, but it isn't.  I installed it in seconds today and within minutes was listening to music again.  It's a revelation.  I only wish my download of Ghost Town to my phone was so quick.  I'm in danger of cancelling that again as I've got to take the boys (my boys, not Musters and Pete) for a haircut.

Anyway, another revelation is that I now know who Amy Winehouse is.  Amazing I know that I could survive till now without knowing who she was.  She isn't Lily Allen, that's for sure.  Not sure how I mixed them two up.

I've decided to make all 3 kids fans of hers.  I'm too old for that nonsense.  I'm currently using spotify to play Back to Black over and over again.  It's a funny old tune, no mistake.  I'm not sure I get it, but obviously some dude pissed off back to some other burd and the singer (Amy maybe)  is a wee bit miffed and er.. decides she's going back to black.  I'm not quite sure how one does that, but that's not going to stop me.

I wonder if I can run spotify on my phone?  Worth a try.  

So, who's Lily Allen I wonder?

Read after burning

I'm a big Cohen brothers' fan. I'd bought the missus this fillum for her birthday and i've watched it twice this week. As a straw poll beforehand I'd asked a few people what they thought. My sister thought it was rubbish, as did some bloke in work. But a number of other people said it was great, and they all added this "have you seen the big Lebowski?". Did they think I was stupid?

Probably, in all fairness, as I haven't. Not much of a fan, I'll admit, but I'm a bit light on real interest in anything. I still don't know the difference between Lily Allen and that burd with the big hair. I did see the Ting Tings for the first time yesterday. I bet they wouldn't buy their round in a pub. Many friends of mine like music and especially reading lots about it and listening to it every day. Go see my friend musters site, he's constantly waffling on about people i've never ever heard of. I think it's a bit of a pissing contest thing.

Brad Pitt though, I bet he would. I like most films with him in. I say most as I'm sure there's a lot I haven't seen. But Kalifornia was great, and he had other quirky characters like that Twelve Monkeys one. I still don't get that. How did it work the first time through? I don't think old Albert would have approved. I think the author must have thought nobody would notice the flaw in the logic.

Anyway, enough of that. I've decided to get a hobby. Not knowing about music. That's rubbish. Something more physical. I may get the guitar out again, but was thinking about getting a piano and some lessons. Or drums even. Or a boat.