Hollywood Boulevarde Of Broken Windows

3 down 2 to go...

Another night in Hollywood. The residency... & the residents, continue to improve. I recommend coming along on the 29th ~ they'll be awesome!!

A good session for me ~ a bit of a shot in the arm, confidence-wise, following the weekend debacle. Not even a broken E string could derail things. After the set, an entertaining & informative 40 minutes with Green Senator Kerry Nettle (someone's gotta make the appropriate name joke... might as well be me!). Even Doris the pub owner was enthusiastically involved in Question Time.

The only dark spot... When I returned to my illegally parked car, I hadn't been booked, but I had been broken into via a back window. Nothing was taken (I never leave anything worth taking in a car ~ past experience...), or vandalised, but the broken window is a pain in the arse I didn't need.

I hope the alarm scared the shit out of whoever it was (it always scares the bejesus out of me!!). However, it's not worth telling the police to look out for an empty-handed vandal wearing brown trousers...

Every Cloud...

The gods are laughing

Last night, as some would be aware, my car was broken into. Nothing taken, but a window was smashed. Of course it rained a bit last night, so I was outside at 1am with plastic & gaff tape performing field surgery on the gaping wound.

This afternoon, I was on site replacing a set of speakers with the new junior ranch-hand ~ a half-hour job that took 3 hours due to unforeseen difficulties. Much up & downing of ladders, trial & error & swearing. Eventually, the job done, we began loading all the implements of con(& de)struction into the boot of my car. Junior ranch hand had my keys, as he'd taken the first load out while I schmoozed the client.

With me so far... good.

When I took the last of the gear out to the car, Junior went back to do the idiot check. Before he went, he left the car keys on one of the boxes in the boot. After I'd arranged all the stuff in the boot to my satisfaction, I closed it...

As it locked, I remembered where the keys were.

OBluV8 is a thoroughly modern machine ~ alarm system, security key doorlocks, no boot keyhole, engine immobiliser... the works. Utterly secure, you haven't a hope of taking off without the key, even if you can get into the car. Knowing all this, I rang a Ford service centre, only to be told & I quote, "You're stuffed. There's no master key we keep. You'll have to break a window & even then you may not be able to open the boot.".

That was the extent of their helpful advice.

Wait a minute... I already have a broken window!!!

So I re-broke into my own car... & fortunately, the boot release decided to let me in. To the joyful strains of my piercing alarm, I retrieved the keys, shut down the alarm, bundled Junior into the passenger seat & we laughed all the way back to the ranch.

What mischievous Fate plays games like that?? "Hmm, tomorrow you're going to lock your keys in the boot, so tonight, I'm going to have someone break your rear window... You'll thank me later!!"

I need a drink...