What to do!

My Barco projector has finally given up the ghost after many years sterling service first in Manchester business centre and then in my studio/home cinema room. Sounds rather grand that, the reality is somewhat different though. The Barco is able to throw a thirty-foot by twenty-foot picture. But as the room is a little smaller than that, the screen was just eight by six which is big enough when you are only sat ten feet away from it.

Still it was quite impressive when the sound was processed through my studio equipment, the kids loved to plug their X-Box into it, kept them happy for hours. That said it was a huge beast weighing in at nearly a hundred pounds and consuming giga watts of power, but it was worth being able to watch great films at a reasonable screen size, almost like being at the movies.

I have been looking at smaller projectors and although they are petit, don’t consume great amounts of power and are easier to use, they just don’t have the same picture quality that the Barco had.
Perhaps I will try to get out more, everything on TV is a repeat from the night before anyway, and of course the curse of Big Brother is upon us again. Reason enough not to turn the telly on.

I would go to my local pub, if I had one, but they have all been pulled down or shut, and apart from the Whacky warehouse there is nowhere to go that is in walking distance. I can’t go to the local Conservative club it s full of Conservatives. So that just leaves me spending the summer sat in the garden getting Gin soaked again.

I would like to travel this summer but I have weigh too much on to make it worth while. I might try one of those theme weekend breaks at one of the Grand group of hotels, I have already done the Grand in Scarborough, and the Grand Metropole in Blackpool and had a whizzing good time at both. The only down side of it was the hoards of old dears trying to get of with me after a couple of drinks. I came to dread the words “You look like you could cut a good rug young man want to dance” the fact that they called me young man gives you some idea of how old they were. Still if ya don’t try, ya don’t get.

Maybe I will spend a couple of days at my friend’s hotel in Blackpool. Its called The New Esplanade and is just in front of the big one, the couple that own it used to be in show business and for many years were agents to some of the biggest acts in the UK. They are a barrel of laughs and have very reasonable rates to. Ok advert over, I have even thought about Butlins but as nice as it is, for what it is, its expensive, plus you have kids climbing all over you for the duration so I might give that a miss.

Ah well it looks like a gin soaked summer staring at grass again, I could make that vodka, it’s a change.