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- A gold net is a naturally occurring piece of native gold. Watercourses often concentrate the nets and they are recovered by placer mining, but they may also be found in residual deposits where the gold-bearing veins or lodes have been weathered.
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- The Gold Net mango (or, Golden Net) is a named mango cultivar that originated in south Florida.
- Look at or observe attentively, typically over a period of time
- Secretly follow or spy on
- A watch is a timepiece that is made to be worn on a person. It is usually a wristwatch, worn on the wrist with a strap or bracelet. In addition to the time, modern watches often display the day, date, month and year, and electronic watches may have many other functions.
- Traditionally, a 24-hour day is divided into seven watches. These are: midnight to 4 a.m. [0000-0400], the mid-watch; 4 to 8 a.m. [0400-0800], morning watch; 8 a.m. to noon [0800-1200], forenoon watch; noon to 4 p.m. [1200-1600], afternoon watch; 4 to 6 p.m.
- Keep under careful or protective observation
- Issued when the risk of hazardous weather is significant.
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The Morning After The Night Before
I was back with the street people this morning by 7:00, bearing with me a "Toastie with ham and cheese" and a spritely fruit salad.
"How's my favorite street person?" I asked.
Sheree smiled at me and gave me a 'Good Morning' hug.
"Fine. Just fine."
"How's your neck?" I ask. Her neck gets stiff from the cold and I am assuming it was pretty fricking cold last night.
"It's fine too," she tells me.
I examine her for signs that anything's wrong. But she looks...well...fine.
It feels odd because the tent city has grown hugely overnight. Tents have popped up like mushrooms.
"So you're okay?" I ask again. I am munching on my own toastie, which is bland. Well...it's English, right? I love being here...and the people have been wonderful. But let's face it: the English don't excel at creating lively food...and the TV is worse.
I have a hard time sleeping when Sheree's not around so at 2:00 in the morning I was watching a program on various paint treatments on public buildings. An entire hour on PAINT. Seriously.
"I have to pee," she tells me. "I can't go until 8. That's when they open the bathrooms."
I give her a pile of change I have assembled for the washrooms. (It costs 50 pence to go to the loo...I think of it as "Pay Per Poo.")
She and I stroll away from her 'Summer Cottage' and head for the 'Public Loo' -- which isn't open yet.
We wind up in the cafeteria of a nearby church for tea. It's a really nice place, with Sinatra crooning about 'Your Fabulous Face' and the whole morning already feels pretty surreal. I mean...it feels like I am visiting my wife in prison. Strange.
"You should see Big Ben in the middle of the night," she tells me. "I looked up at it. It's beautiful! And the Abbey is stunning at night."
We sip tea and chat.
"God worked everything out," she tells me. "These people came along and gave me a bed with a mattress. Brand new. I would have been miserable without it. And you brought the blankets and the pillows...and when I had to go to the bathroom, He provided this."
There are cops all over the place. So I know she's safe. I try to talk her into having breakfast but she's keen to get back to her fence.
"You staying over tonight too?" I ask.
"Why would you even ask me that?" she asks.
I want to tell her I'm asking because she said she was here for the book. And she's been interviewed dozens of times by the world press. But she has that look in her eye.
"I've come too far to quit now," she tells me.
Yup. She's staying over. Again.
She's chaffing at the bit to get back and so we leave and walk back out into the cold morning.
You see that woman behind Sheree? That's Faith -- who is Sheree's closest neighbour. They chat when we get back. Sheree shares the intelligence that there is a bathroom open. Hot tea. Faith takes it in and nods. This is valuable information, I realize. I think back to my own 36 hours standing in a line-up at Heathrow and how tiny nets of information on ANYTHING that provided even a little comfort were like gold.
I am back at the room now, writing this update, charging Sheree's camera battery and getting a few more items she's asked for.
Then I am taking them back to her and going off to scout Buckingham Palace.
"You are going to Buckingham Palace tomorrow morning really early, right?" she asks.
"Uh...sure," I respond. I haven't given tomorrow morning much thought at all.
"You have to go there. To photograph the Royal Kiss," she tells me in a way that sests capital "R" and "K"s.
"The what?" I ask.
Sheree rolls her eyes. "The Royal Kiss! Everyone wants to get that."
"Aha," I say. I have no clue what the big deal is...as I have seen people kiss before. But I suppose I will go scout out the Palace...and plan to be there about 5 tomorrow.
Maybe I'll take that Jack the Ripper walking tour tonight...after I attend to a certain street person...
Yolanda & The Thief w/ Johnny Riggs, Part One (Read First)
I bought this album a few years ago, because as a radio DJ, one wants to collect as many instances of someone saying your name as one can. And in this movie, Fred Astaire plays a character named...
wait for it...
Johnny Riggs! That's my fuckin' name!
So here's what I did when I found out that little net of information:
1) I got on eBay and bought a Video Aitch Ess copy of the film
2) I got on eBay and bought a NM copy of the soundtrack LP.
Now, to back up just a slight bit, I need to point out other instances where I've done the same sort of thing.
1) I bought/rented/stole DVDs of all the Mel Gibson/Danny Glover films, because there are 7,000 instances of someone (usually Danny Glover, in his slightly mumbly voice) yelling "RIGGS!"
2) I bought anything with a main character named Johnny in it. Films like Johnny Mnemonic, starring Keanu Reaves, for instance.
One can put together a bunch of amazing promos for oneself if one has plenty o' sources filled with people saying "Johnny's dead", "Let's do it for Johnny, man!", "RIGGS! Watch out, Riggs!", or "Stay gold, PonyBoy."
Once you have that, you just tack on an announcer's voice saying
"on HFS" and you're set!
The ending to this story is thus: I spent quite a few dollars to score those two badboys, and NEVER, not EVER,
NEVER EVER EVER AT ANY POINT, not once, not even one tiny little time
does anyone say the name Johnny Riggs out loud.
See the photo that accompanies this one. We'll call it the "inside" cover shot. It has my name in print. For God's sake, IT'S THE CHARACTER'S NAME!
But no one ever says it. Not even Fred Astaire. Nope. There's not one "Hey, glad to meetcha, my name's fuckin' Johnny Riggs!"
Anywho, I have an album full of Cole Porter and Fred Astaire, and other people making various noises, and there's a character named after me, but no one ever says his name. Did I tell you that?
It's like you, dear reader, finding a movie starring Brad Pitt, and realizing that his character is named Harry Beavers, or whatever the fuck your name is. And then, because you're on the radio, you buy a copy, thinking you'll be able to make oodles of great promos that you'll play in-between songs. Promos that have George Clooney saying "Harry Beavers, you're the yummiest...ON KROQ".
But then you find that no one says "Harry Beavers" at any point in the film.
I feel like I'm repeating myself.
Have you ever seen Yolanda And The Thief?
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