The Breakfast Radio Diaries 111 - That brew you do

The days have become a bit of a blur but the nights seem to stretch so far, I can't recall how much of it I spent awake and how much sleep I actually got in the end. Luckily my autopilot mode is pretty well tuned by this point...oh and rocket fuel coffee certainly helps..

LU RUINED INSTANT COFFEE FOR ME THIS MORNING

'You look tired, would you like a real coffee this morning?' - Lu

And with one of those devices as pictured above, a moka express, she made me one of the greatest tasting coffee's I've ever had, I kid you not. Black with just a hint of the sugary stuff so it wouldn't completely blow my head off, every sip from the first to the last was an absolute delight. I've had brilliant beers with that effect but this was a first, coffee that tasted good right to the end. 

So much so that instant coffee (Nescafe, Moccona or god forbid International roast) now seems like flavoured dirt with a spot of hot water thrown in for good measure. Now that I've had the Elle McPherson of coffees, instant now seem a little cro-magnum caveman in comparison. 

So now my own Moka Express for home use is now on the wish/Christmas list, up there with a new water pump for the Slowbaru and 42 hours of solid uninterrupted sleep.   

WHAT DIDN'T HELP THINGS

Overhead presses 5 x 50kg. I struggled to get the 5th one out and my shoulders have protested since and long through the night. 

Normally one of my favourite barbell exercises, I've still got that raw and worn out feeling almost 24 hours on. Maybe I should have tapped out at 40kg instead in my tired state?

MARSHALL BUT NOT MATTHERS

With staff coming and going (this is media, staff come and go quite a lot in industries like this) the head engineer has put out an email asking if anyone wants to be a fire Marshall. Apparently if you do accept the title, it comes with the following perks: 

-You get to order people about in emergencies

-You get a cool and spiffy hard hat

-You get to hang about with Firemen if the building burns down

I questioned that last one on the show because if I was a fully trained Firey (shout out to my BBQing mate Marc who used to be one) and I was combating a towering inferno, the last thing I think I'd need or want is someone in a hard hat wandering by asking how things we're going.

'S**ts on fire, how do you think it's going?'

Although I am aware of the power a buff fireman does hold over the swooning public so if I was a single man...

HOARDER OF DEAD TECH

'Dad, I'm having trouble with the internet again..' - my son Jackson after taxing the limits of his 150mps wifi dongle USB. I usually hear this after he tries live streaming over and over again and now that we've fixed up his graphics card problems, steady net service is next on the list. 

And so today after hearing the request for a possible solution for the sixth time this week, I dug out my old Archer D7 modem and got to work looking for ways to turn it into something better to pick up wifi with. 
Which was a brilliant idea until I hit the following snags:

-I have no idea where that third antenna has gone. It's...somewhere...

-Finding an Ethernet cable to get into it to play with the settings is problematic given one's somewhere in the walk in closet and with the amount of junk and boxes in there, you literally can't walk in. With my luck, it'll be tucked away deep down in the last crate too.

-My biggest problem though is that it no longer powers on. I don't know the why, I don't care for the why either to be honest, it just doesn't work...and I've been holding onto this thing for the last six years or so.  Gah! So it's hit the bin and it's off to Amazon for something better than a TP-Link 150mps wifi usb (which has been nothing short of frustrating when the router has to reset and this dongle decides it's completely forgotten how to work time and time again..) 

Time for an early night I think

-Almigo