Bahrain, hey!

Still no Internet on my laptop. This'll be a quick one because I'm writing it on an iPod.

Yesterday, Cliffey, Pete, Sarah and myself took a trip to Penarth Road to get Pete a wireless card for his computer.

The plan was good enough on paper. Pick Sarah up from college at half past 4, carry on to Novatech, get the part, and return home in time for tea.

But there were complications. Sarah had finished college early, and by the time we got there, she was already on a bus going the other way. Sarah is not blessed with a mobile phone, and not only could we not inform her of the plan, we also couldn't tell her that the house she was heading for was locked and unoccupied.

So back we went, and rescued Sarah from knocking endlessly on an unforgiving front door. Once we were on our way again, we put on the Klezmer Kolectiv CD that we had bought for Cliffey, and it made for good driving music, except perhaps during those long moments stuck in the pre-rush hour traffic.

Eventually, we got to Penarth Road, and the actual wireless card-buying went pretty well. Sarah managed to crash one of the Novatech demo computers, but she covered it up quite well and besides, she bought us all jelly babies so we weren't complainin'.

The real trouble was getting back. The traffic that had been building earlier was now in full swing, and as a result it took us about 20 minutes to conquer City Road. Fortunately, we had the Klezmer Kolectiv to keep us kompany!

Now these songs aren't really the kind everyone can sing along to on a long car journey; there are no lyrics. Still, we were in no mood to be quiet and listen, so we made up our own words. We took it in turns to sing a line about the traffic, the takeaways we were passing, and especially Bahrain. None of us were too sure where Bahrain is, but we soldiered on regardless. Occasionally, Pete would do a spoken word bit about "the old country".

The best part is that, even with the wireless card, Pete still can't get the Internet.

Joel.

P.S. This instalment of Cutlery is dedicated to the radiant Sarah Macleod, who lent me her iPod to write it on, and who is currently sleeping next to me as I type.

P.P.S. I passed my grade 8 drums with merit. Yay to that!