I’ve been sorting through videos, cassette tapes (yesterday’s technologies)and have just heard, from a friend, that my camcorder did not have the right type of socket for copies of its little video tapes to be put on to DVD’s via his computer. What a pain!
It’s okay while I have a VCR for the videos both larger ones and the little ones from the camera. The cassettes are okay while I have a working cassette deck etc. It is family history that I would like to transfer to newer media. If not, the next generation will have to do it, if it survives.
I haven’t even started yet on what came out of the main cupboards and I still have to go through the books again. That stuff is all in boxes in another room and will have to be removed ever so soon as the room’s occupant will be home to occupy it.
Tonight, I shall go to bed tired, but knowing I have sorted out three drawers plus all the other bits. I even played a 1960s cassette tape; Lonnie Donegan, My Old Man’s a Dustman; now there’s clever phrasing, gentle innuendo, nuance and amusing humour that a few of today’s pathetic so-called comedians could learn from.