Phew! Another tough day. I’m gradually disposing of things and the clutter is reducing.

My TV souvenirs went today, to the Australian Museum of Motion Pictures and Television (AMMPT). Just a camera tube, a dichroic prism, a transmitter valve, a couple of 2″ VT ACR25 carts and a couple of 1/4″ audio carts. And some books and manuals. All totally obsolete now! I’m thinking of starting a “Bring Back Analogue TV” movement. Heck, why stop there? Bring back valves. They made the pictures feel so warm, didn’t they?

My friend Andy has generously agreed to store two pairs of speakers that I can’t bring myself to part with. I may take them to Bali in the future, but they’re rather large and heavy at the moment, so they can wait.

I’m preparing for my garage sale on Sunday —

I’m putting things out to save the effort on Sunday. Maybe someone might come and take them during the night….? I hope.

Barry the salesman had a night visitor of his own a couple of nights ago. He was awoken at about 3am by a noise and found a young guy about 16-18 trying to remove a window and get in. The kid got his phone before Barry chased him down the street in the nuddy(!) but he got away. The police came with dogs, but no luck, nor were there any fingerprints. A phone probably sounds like no great loss, but for a real estate salesman, all his contacts were in the phone.