The new rostrum was installed in the Kingdom Hall a week ago, and is working well. This post will be supplanted in due course by a better one, I hope. We do have a video of the rostrum actually working, but we're having trouble uploading it.
So, a photograph:
And another:
And this video shows something of the internal workings, but it's not at all clear, I'm afraid. I'll record another some time.
The treehouse was rotten and unsafe, and needed to come down. So Daddy started some work on it. Then Simon arrived, and got enthusiastic. When I came home from walking in the woods, I started taking photos. The one above is taken over the top of the garage roof.
"Is the recording with the orange light on or off?"
The treehouse has been used as a store for general junk for a while. There was a busted leather sofa in there, for one thing. There was also sacks of straw and hay for use as duck bedding, and cardboard to put under the straw to make it cleaner and easier to remove all the bedding at once and chuck it on the compost heap.
Does my voice really sound that silly? Or is it just when I hear it?
As with most acts of violence, there was a certain amount of fun to it. But it was sad, too. That treehouse has seen many happy days. We slept in it many times. Some summers, we were there almost every night for months. It was big enough to sleep five in comfort, and six at a push. I slept there alone for a few weeks too, when we had visitors in my room. (Well, my room and my brother's, but he was away somewhere else. I forget. It was a while ago.)
In case you're wondering, at this stage, I did do some work myself, including some axe-weilding. It just wasn't recorded. The treehouse is left now with the rotten external platform gone, and with the fireman's pole felled. All the vertical supports from the ground still stand, as does the treehouse roof, though the walls are gone.
And so we did a bit of work. The camera was acting up a little, so the audio and video are not quite in sync. I think the batteries were failing.
I thought I'd share with my readers (assuming, of course, that there are any) a few things I've come across recently. Be warned that these videos contain content which may harm delicate minds. Readers of a nervous disposition or those likely not to shrug off a traumatic experience are encouraged not to read further.
Proceed with caution!
We start with the most innocuous: The song "Marvin" set to clips from the television version of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxey. Enjoy!
Now this is disturbing. Colin Baker as Marlene Dietrich. Very very strange. Be warned now that you will not be able to erase these images from your mind after seing them.
And, saved for last, we have Leonard Nimoy singing "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins". You have been warned.
You know how sometimes you pass someone on the street, and you hear just a few words of conversation? That happened to me yesterday. A chain of primary school children went past, and I heard one boy say, 'Tony Blair's trousers'. At first I wondered what on Earth he had been talking about. But then I decided I didn't want to know. It would spoil it.I think that's rather beautiful, don't you?
