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Crouch End
Jun. 2nd, 2006 09:01 amI was stuck for anything to write about this morning (you think this is easy?) so I thought I'd do some easy hack work and spin out a couple of hundred words on Peter Crouch — or, rather the robotic Crouchisode that turned him from mocked tosspot to beloved England anti-hero in a matter of seconds. After all, it had everything -- football (usually generates a response), popular culture (the robot dance craze as part of body-popping in the early 1980s, discuss) and anti-heroes. Any more and I would have a play by Harlold Pinter ready to roll out for next season at the Royal Court.
So, anyway, I looked for a suitable music-related headline, because I like music-related headlines, and I went to Amazon and typed in "Crouch" to see what turned up. Well, fuck all, to be blunt. There appears to be some singer called Andrae (a bloke, black, and presumably American, given their penchant for gibberish Christian names. D'Bickerstaffe, anyone?) but that was it.
However, what I did come across was "Victorian Musical Boxes" (Import). Wow. I suppose this should hardly be a surprise. I remember seeing an album of the noise of stream trains. This wasn't one of those special effects albums used for radio plays and the like. No, it was for railway enthusiasts to listen to the sound of the 12.33 London-to-Bristol Steam Express from 1937. Marvellous stuff.
It should have been of little surprise that there should be an album of Victorian musical boxes. I guess that the only surprise should be that it's only available on Import. My mother owns one of these boxes, although it's German, so perhaps the epithet "Victorian" doesn't apply, unless you accept that she (Victoria, not my mother) was a German anyway. I used to enjoy playing it (the musical box, not Victoria) as a three-year-old, but then when I reached the mature age of four I think that it bored me. From this one has to deduce that 150 years ago adults had a slightly higher boredom threshold than four-year-olds did in the days of Elvis Presley and Tommy Steele, because these machines were not cheap.
I'd listen to a sample, but it looks like it requires RealPlayer. After the latest "upgrade" of RealPlayer I uninstalled the program from every machine I could lay may hands on. The technical details of the abortion created by RealPlayer defy description, but they included the "always on" RealScheduler, and virtually attempting to take over your entire machine via more modifications to the Registry than could be listed here. This was a step to far, even for a Microsoft hater like me, so I unilaterally dumped the lot. If I can find something like RealPlayer 8 (I'm sure it's downloadable without much trouble) I might reinstall an older version.
Oh well, I meant to type a long strategy article on the various scenarios you can find yourself in with top pair top kicker. Perhaps later, when I actually have some time.
Cya
So, anyway, I looked for a suitable music-related headline, because I like music-related headlines, and I went to Amazon and typed in "Crouch" to see what turned up. Well, fuck all, to be blunt. There appears to be some singer called Andrae (a bloke, black, and presumably American, given their penchant for gibberish Christian names. D'Bickerstaffe, anyone?) but that was it.
However, what I did come across was "Victorian Musical Boxes" (Import). Wow. I suppose this should hardly be a surprise. I remember seeing an album of the noise of stream trains. This wasn't one of those special effects albums used for radio plays and the like. No, it was for railway enthusiasts to listen to the sound of the 12.33 London-to-Bristol Steam Express from 1937. Marvellous stuff.
It should have been of little surprise that there should be an album of Victorian musical boxes. I guess that the only surprise should be that it's only available on Import. My mother owns one of these boxes, although it's German, so perhaps the epithet "Victorian" doesn't apply, unless you accept that she (Victoria, not my mother) was a German anyway. I used to enjoy playing it (the musical box, not Victoria) as a three-year-old, but then when I reached the mature age of four I think that it bored me. From this one has to deduce that 150 years ago adults had a slightly higher boredom threshold than four-year-olds did in the days of Elvis Presley and Tommy Steele, because these machines were not cheap.
I'd listen to a sample, but it looks like it requires RealPlayer. After the latest "upgrade" of RealPlayer I uninstalled the program from every machine I could lay may hands on. The technical details of the abortion created by RealPlayer defy description, but they included the "always on" RealScheduler, and virtually attempting to take over your entire machine via more modifications to the Registry than could be listed here. This was a step to far, even for a Microsoft hater like me, so I unilaterally dumped the lot. If I can find something like RealPlayer 8 (I'm sure it's downloadable without much trouble) I might reinstall an older version.
Oh well, I meant to type a long strategy article on the various scenarios you can find yourself in with top pair top kicker. Perhaps later, when I actually have some time.
Cya
