I have said it before but there is little to write about these days.
One day follows another and each is much the same – I am either looking after Herself or sleeping. Occasionally I drop down to the village but that is the peak of my excitement.
It crossed my mind this morning that it would have been a lot better if I had started this site nearly fifty years ago.
Back in ’70 [or ’71?] I started working for RTE. I actually worked in a department called RTE Relays which was a cable television company [anyone remember cable television?]. After a sort of apprenticeship I got the job of planning the systems around Dublin. The plans were then passed to contractors and when they had completed installing all the cables and equipment it was passed back to me to commission the new area. That involved lugging ladders and signal strength meters around housing estates, switching on and tweaking amplifiers and then making sure everything worked within specification.
Whenever I commissioned an area, it involved climbing ladders in all weathers and of course I had to knock on doors to get the okay to sling a ladder against their walls or climb onto their roof. So I got to knock on anything up to thirty doors a day which led to some very interesting encounters. I met some lovely people, some ordinary people and in quite a few cases I had dogs set on me. In other cases I had the wife set on me which was worse than the dogs.
If I had been scribbling back then I would have had endless material.
In the late eighties I switched jobs completely but was still in RTE. I became a computer programmer.
To cut a long story short, I moved from programmer to looking after the internal computer network and also the Interwebs. This meant lugging a meter around most days but at least there were no ladders involved. I got to know just about every corner in both the television and radio areas not to mention just about everyone who worked there. Once again, a lot of material to scribble about.
I suppose I could reminisce about various events and encounters but they are all a bit of blur now. It is hard to remember individual stories as they have all sort of merged together in my memory. Pity!
Anyway who the fuck would want to hear about something that happened half a century ago?