September 25th, 2004


That car ...

Those of you interested in how I'm getting on with that car (it's red), here's a little update.

Last night I bundled scarlatti into the vehicle concerned and we headed out to see something which will form the subject of a separate post.

After that activity (it'll be described elsewhere, don't get your hopes up), we returned to the car and I put the key into the ignition and turned it.
That's all. Nothing else happened. There wasn't the urgent and impatient roar of thirty horsepower assailing our ears. There wasn't the thrilling vibration of the innovative flat four rising urgently through our seats. There wasn't even the comforting warm glow of lamps on the dashboard. There was, in fact, only the complete lack of activity traditional in the case of a totally flat battery.

And I didn't even have the car hire paperwork with me, and the only number I had was for the recorded message telling me that we could book online when the office was shut.

We got a cab home ($45). I'll walk round to the car hire place in a minute and ask them what they intend to do about it.

That car story, continued ...

Don't worry, the story of what we set out to do last night is on its way, honest.

I went to the car hire offices this morning, and they told me that I'd have to go back to the car and then ring the rescue number on the form. They said they'd try to do something nice with the hire rate when I returned the car on Wednesday.

I got into a taxi and set out towards where the car was, and during the trip had a conversation during which the rest of the day was cancelled.

I went to the car, found it where we'd left it.

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Starting the car took approximately twelve seconds. It was, as we suspected, a flat battery.

(In other news, the "magnetic poetry kit, erotic edition" includes the word "pudding" but not the word "wanky". "Flick" is in there.)

What we did last night

Last night, as part of a double-whammy birthday celebration, scarlatti and I went to see the Big Apple Circus, which is playing not far from here. It was the second night at the first venue for their new touring production "Picturesque", and it was really jolly good. Some people I've seen before, including GuiMing Meng ("I've seen him before" -- "What does he do?" -- "He balances a pot on his head") and Yasmine Smart with her horses. Favourite act for me was a hand-balancer from Switzerland called Mei Ling, but scarlatti particularly liked the Kovgar troupe, who did the thing where they jump onto one end of a see-saw and bounce the little guy high into the air and onto a column of catchers. She says that the stilts in that act were particularly impressive.

Cirque du Soleil tomorrow.