Just after I’d begun to think that I ought to liquidate my share holdings, the meltdown begun.
Not that I’m too concerned about the value of the shares I hold; no, rather that without the cash, my stockbroker can’t really play the market as/when it might come back!
I think this ‘cover shot’ sums it all up quite nicely!
Dropped off my slightly modded Burns Red Special at the The Oxford Guitar Gallery.
It’s to have its headstock resprayed [to remove Brian May's signature], new locking Gotoh heads and Pearloid buttons, a white Nut and white switch set fitted. That, together with the half-moon and replica trem-arm I’ve already added should make it MUCH nicer I reckon – and it’ll still be a lot cheaper than the new Brian May Super [which I'd also like! But why oh why ruin the headstock with a signature and inlay!]
I bought a new jacket today, which, as always, fitted nicely around my chest, but was overly ambitious when it came to arm length.
So, straight from the jacket shop and into Pamir’s [a very good alterationist in Cheltenham] where Mr Pamir duly measured and pinned and I was sent on my way.
Now Mr Pamir’s shop is upstairs of what I was brought up to call a cobblers – read, re-heeling, and key cutting etc. And, on my way out through that bit of the shop I caught sight of some rather nice boot polish – and stopped to ponder.
Whilst the polish appealed, I really needed some proper brushes to go with it; and I couldn’t see any on the shelves. So, I turned to the shop assistant and asked “do you have any cleaning brushes to go with the polish?”. To which he replied, “No, sorry; we’re due some in on Friday”. I thanked him, said I’d pick some up later, and made my way back to the car.
However, half way there [about 1 minute's walk] I remembered that I’d forgotten to ask Mr Pamir about fitting some elbow-pads to the jacket. So I about turn, and head back into the shop. No one noticed me as I passed through the Cobblers.
When I’d sorted out the elbow-pads and returned back down again I once more found myself pondering the boot polish.
And, then wickedness surfaced!
I turned to the shop assistant and asked “do you have any cleaning brushes to go with the polish?”
He started to reply, “No, sorry; we’re …” and then rather petered out as a puzzled look came over him!
So I put on an ‘oh my, what’s happening face’ and said, “did you notice a glitch in the Matrix just then?” and walked out.
