So, Dear Reader what is grating Eggybread's gears this time? Oddly, something I rarely use and something which for reasons I just cannot understand others do, but never ever use twice.
"What is that ?", I pretend to hear you say.
The humble keyboard's Caps Lock key, that's what.
"But how can that cause such grief ?", you ask.
Well, it is not the key itself (even though, as I have already said, I rarely use it.
However, over the past few weeks, it seems that every time I have gone to a machine in the office and tried to type in our Top Secret password, I have failed to enter the correct details simply because some lazy so-and-so has failed to hit it again to reset it.
It may seem extreme, but the folks who insist on pressing it because they have to type an Upper case letter rather than using the Shift key should be cooked in their own pudding, as I believe Dickens wrote.
I know that I am not the only one who is upset by this, but it looks like Google are trying to force this issue by removing the offending item from their Chrome Book products -
< Here is the link to an Article I found >.
Saw the great Seasick Steve last Tuesday at the Hammersmith Odeon, accompanied by James and his girlfriend, Tara. He was humble, funny and rocked the place. I defy anyone's feet not to tap and head not to nod to two men playing various guitars (some homemade from odds stuff) and drums, and Georgina playing occasional fiddle and bass.
All in all, < a brilliant night >
By the way, Seasick Steve's latest record, "Sonic Soul Surfer" is a stonker. Fabulous.
My "new old" favourite popsters (since 2009 at least), Summer Camp have announced a new record in May. Unfortunately, I cannot get to the celebratory gig in London due to work commitments but they have privately indicated to me that they may well be down in Somerset towards the end of June.
Talking of which, the annual bun fight that is the ticket resale for the Glastonbury Festival reached it's conclusion last Sunday. It was done and dusted in 11 minutes, which says to me that Glastonbury still appeals to the masses. Considering that only 75 acts have been announced thus far (there are 1900 more to be announced), I think that this act of faith in the Eavis Family who put on the festival is incredible.
Even with the two current headliners not exactly tickling my fancy, there is enough "smaller acts" for me to be licking my lips already - Rae Morris, Courtney Barnett, Vaccines, Moody Blues, Motorhead, street-poet Katy Tempest and only yesterday The Unthanks announced they would be opening the Saturday Pyramid Stage proceedings accompanied by a 26 piece orchestra.
His Holiness The Dalai Lama is expected, and I am sure that Billy Bragg will do a turn in his self-curated "Leftfield Tent".
62 days to go...
Exciting times at The Emirates, the winning run continues even though The Gunners are not playing brilliantly, and they of course progressed to the FA Cup Final after beating Reading in the semi.
The Arsenal should be too strong for Aston Villa in the Final in May, but we shall see.
More pressing is the small matter of a home game against Chelsea in the Premiership this Sunday. A must-win game if there is to be any challenge to Champions-elect Chelsea.
Tomorrow is 23 April, St George's Day. Sadly this is little celebrated by the English and not generally promoted.
In Scouting however, we chose this day (or the Sunday afterwards) to hold a St George's Parade (or event) where promises are renewed.
We shall be running a base at the Reigate District event this Sunday.
Onward, for England and St George...
It has been over a month since my last update.
I feel a bit bad about that, but I have not been a well boy and have had THAT cough and cold symptom virus
After a self administered 5 days out of the office, the doctor gave me a Sickness Certificate for a few more days off, but at the time it felt like a runners-up prize as he casually mentioned that there is a "40 Day" and "100 Day" Cough doing the rounds.
Fingers crossed the hacking cough is well and truly on the way out, but does remind me that it was and still is looming.
My Mum is suffering from a similar cough, but persevering (many guilt feelings about that).
After some debate, Mum decided that she would come down (I would go up to London and escort her) to mine for Easter - it had to be a short Good Friday to Easter Monday stay due to holiday commitments for colleagues at work .
By checking that she was still up for it, well enough and had not have second thought about it during our six times a week phone conversations, I decided that it was safe to cancel her care visits and meal deliveries.
I arrived in London to pick her up on Friday morning and among the first words I heard were "I don't think I will come down".
I don't react very well to this sort of bombshell these days, but it took many negotiating skills and some pure bloody mindedness on my part to explain that once the care has been cancelled, the only options open to me would be for Mum to come down as planned or for me to travel up to London each day to attend to her.
In the end, she came down and although it was quiet she seemed to enjoy it.
Been a good month on the gig front.
On 7 March I was at The Roundhouse in Chalk Farm to see The Unthanks. The concert was very special and performances sublime.
On 27 March, it was off to Concorde 2 in Brighton to see Aussie songstress Courtney Barnett. I have been looking forward to seeing her since I first heard her single "History Eraser" about a year ago. The show did not disappoint.
A little more painfully, I paid the balance of my Glastonbury Festival ticket. I am beginning to feel the excitement - as James said the other day, "You will now officially be a Glastonbury Veteran".
My beloved Gunners have put on a good show of late (excepting the Monaco Champions League debacle). Currently secondly in the League behind Champions-elect Chelsea and also F.A. Cup semi-finalists.
We have had Cub Pack Leader meetings to try to sort out the programme for next term. It looks like we are putting the "Out" in Scouting.