Lots of strange things come up on my Facebook feed. I know not from where they come and, in many cases, I know not where they go. Chris Ross was one of those that started coming up in video format.
He's an entertaining guy who calls himself the East End poet. In other words a Londoner who writes amusing poetry about life, love and the Universe, oh and West Ham Football Club. He also writes a few novelty songs. Give him a listen if you can find him (just Google).
Just Google is what granddaughter Poppy tells us to do when we don't know the answer to something. Meanwhile grandson Elliot seems to be learning all the flags of the world for some unknown reason. Comes in handy for quizzes.
It was a busy day yesterday. So here goes. I started off with a meeting with John H to sort out a few more things on our Le Paradis Massacre Books. It seems there is a never ending number of hurdles to leap. The latest involves barcodes and ISBN numbers. I'm learning a lot as we go.
Books need an ISBN number to identify them as a copy goes to the British Library - they must have millions of books (actually I Googled this and the answer is somewhere between 170 and 200 million).
We are going through a company that specialises in ISBN numbers - of course this comes at a cost. Everything seems to come at a cost nowadays. You can buy a batch of 10 ISBNs. Why would you do that if you only have one book I hear you ask. Well it's not that simple. You need one number for a written book, another for an e-book and others if you need to alter the book and re-publish at any time and another if you want to produce one in a different format. The good news is that once you have the ISBN it's yours forever and doesn't run out. The whole thing is very complicated though. Glad we got it sorted out though.
Next was a visit to the library to the library to take some books back (more of the rock n roll life), then popped into the Methodist Church where they have coffee available on Wednesday mornings. Next stop was Woodcote Sheltered Housing complex where I spend quite a lot of time. This time I was taking photos of a cheque presentation for a really nice story for my publications.
Thirteen residents had Christmas lunch in the Woodcote lounge. It was cooked by the chef from Hethersett King's Head and served by one of the pub's staff. The cost of the meal was met by one of the residents Dennis Burgess and donations of over £400 were presented to the East Anglian Children's Hospice.
Met up with young Sophie Stanley who is enjoying writing for Hethersett Herald and we discussed producing some posters to get the publication better known. Sophie is also looking to devise a podcast to mark out 100th edition which will be out at the end of the month.
I then drove to Wymondham to take granddog Reggie for a walk - two poos today, Isn't it fun picking up dog poo (how gross is that?) Then it was my monthly meeting to put the February Good News magazine to bed (nice phrase that - I put myself to bed every night).
I thought I would come home then and implode - which is a quaint way of saying having a nap through mental exhaustion - too many things to think about.