Showing posts with label John Glenn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Glenn. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 February 2022

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 20-2-2022: Into Orbit

20th February, 2022.


You know, when I made that intro video … ?

I’d just taken a quick glance outside: noting the fact that the trees in the area weren’t swaying in the breeze.

Please pay attention to the word, ‘weren’t.’

Of course, I’ve got Radio Four on: as ever, today’s service is a little too happy-clappy for my taste.

Well … not so much happy-clappy as AOR themed praise and worship songs.

Give that old time religion, and I’d possibly be complaining less.

At any rate, I was listening to Radio Four, when the weather report came on.

Yep … 

My part of the world’s now ended up with a yellow weather warning: for wind.


It’s getting blowy, again … 


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Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 18-7-2017

You know … 

I’ve got a day off!

That that I’m planning much.

Bar visiting the opticians, of course.

I don’t think I mentioned it: but I had an eye test, last week.

Today?

Sees me getting my new reading glasses fitted.

Something to look forward to!

Well … 

That … and possibly more episodes of American Horror Story.

Although, frankly?

I’m looking forward to series four of The Strain!

I’m just hoping it hits iTunes, soon!

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Friday, 9 December 2016

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 9-12-2016: Soap and Flannel

You know, I’m thinking something, right now.

I’m thinking that, in Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman’s joint novel, Death himself says to a dying character, “DON’T THINK OF IT AS DYING.   THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.”

I note that my favourite author died in March, 2015.

And missed dying in 2016.

Which has seen a lot of celebrity death: a rush, if you will.

Yesterday … ?

Saw the death of Senator John Glenn, the first American to orbit Earth, and the oldest man to do a mission on the Space Shuttle.

And also of musician, Greg Lake, founder member of King Crimson, and of Emrson Lake and Palmer: and write/performer of possibly the angriest Christmas song ever written.

They’re going to both be missed.


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