Time travel for pedestrians.

I've just been looking through my record collection. (Searching for the Radio 6-UVS compilation LP Hometown Farewell Kiss from 1990. I didn't find it. If anyone reading has it, could you please email me hi-res photos of the sleeve and insert? Thank you!) Bloody hell, that was a trip twenty years back through time. I remembered just how good some of these records were, with reasonable confidence I'd still think so now, and wanted to play approximately all of them. I also have a surprising number of quite-definitely-collectibles. Getting rid of these in an orderly fashion is going to be tedious.

My arms and legs are tired, but my back didn't hurt afterwards. This is quite amazingly cheering and a testament to the power of exercise.

My shiny new old camera decided to die earlier, specifically the shutter button failing. This page just saved my camera. FLAWLESS VICTORY. Opening any gadget made in the last 10 years is bloody frightening. Particularly with Fujifilm's fondness for screws with a three-pronged Phillips head. Which is just them being twuntish, given there's a pile of ordinary Phillips screws on the SAME CAMERA.

Yes, Reptile tonight, I think.

Update 8:15pm: No, actually I'm utterly buggered (I woke up at six and have been doing manly things all day) and am very attracted by the idea of falling over right now. Sorry, world. (zzzzz) Anything on next week?