Tonight, after 42 years, the BBC broadcast the last edition of Top of the Pops and I must admit there was a wee tear in my eye at the end when the lights went down on the Top of the Pops studio. I remember sitting down every Thursday night at 7 pm to find out what was at number one. I think I started watching it in the late eighties but didn’t watch it religiously until the nineties – I remember the Blur vs. Oasis battle for number one (always preferred Blur although not that particular song, Country House). Funnily enough, although I’d not seen it for years, I had watched it a few times in the past couple of months. Always seemed to watch it when a song was at number one for a ridiculously long time – first Bryan Adams, then Wet Wet Wet, and this year Gnarls Barkley (mercifully that was only about nine weeks). It’s a shame that it’s all over – it was a part of growing up. Thank goodness McFly weren’t the last number one of Top of the Pops, I would have had to throw something at the telly.
Back at work after a week’s holiday. I’m now starting to plan another holiday in my head but I’ll have to wait until October. There’s far too much to do at work at the moment, making sure the entire library collection is recorded on the new Library Management System before the students start back at College. Just being able to plan a holiday is enough for the moment. Thinking longingly of going back to Dublin or maybe Fort Augustus.
I was off work for a week but it was very busy. We started redecorating our hall (my idea) but we haven’t finished yet so we’ll be doing more this weekend. Mid-week we travelled down to Reading to stay with friends. We made the mistake of travelling on, not only the hottest day of the year, but the hottest day in July since 1911 or something like that. Anyway, the journey was fine until we got to Birmingham where we had to change trains. Unfortunately the rail tracks had buckled due to the ‘extreme heat’ and practically every train was delayed. We finally arrived at our destination 2 1/2 hours later than we were supposed to but we could have been delayed for much longer so it wasn’t too bad. My friend had been for a job interview in London (she got the job) and had been delayed too. We were all shattered that night.
…from my last post that I’m not feeling my best at the moment. Narky Moo is definitely the right name for me and I can’t be much fun to live with at the moment. Poor Husband.
Anyway, I am on holiday next week and I cannot wait. We’re going to visit our friends, Jen and Ben, in Reading for a few days. We haven’t seen them since the end of May and that was a fleeting visit on their part so it’s great to be able to spend more time with them. A few weeks ago, I met up with Clare – I hadn’t seen her since she left the library. We had a great evening, catching up and exchanging gossip. It’s still a wee bit strange at work without her. We went to Tchai-ovna in Otago Lane. I had forgotten how much I like it, especially the yogi-yogi tchai. The food is also very good. I will have to go back far more often. Other plans for next week include painting our hallway, visiting Kelvingrove Museum and Art Galleries now it is back open and hopefully some retail therapy in between.
Enjoyed the finale to Doctor Who on Saturday, especially the exchange between the Cybermen and the Daleks which degenerated into a slanging match. The best bit:
Cyberman: We are five million Cybermen. How many are you?
Dalek: Four.
Cyberman: You would defeat five million Cybermen with four Daleks?
Dalek: We would defeat five million Cybermen with one Dalek.
Brilliant! There were other great bits of dialogue but too many to mention here.
…to have pre- and post-menstrual tension?
