Sunday, 23 September 2018

Cat in The Dentist's Chair, My Wallet is a Sieve, Smoke Gets In Your Nose + Recent Wristwatches.


As a result of being so busy at work, plus the fact that the job involves staring at a computer screen for most of the day, I've found myself spending less time online in my spare time.
Which explains the reduced frequency of my blog posts these days.

Say 'Aaah'. Here's a shot of Madame yawning. Right place at the right time. You can see that the left side of her mouth is missing the long upper canine. When we got her home, I noticed her making some chewing motions from time to time, with what appeared to me a confused look on her face.
When I took her back to the vet a week later for a follow-up visit, the gum had gotten swollen a little and infected. I asked the vet if there was a possibility that the cat's lower tooth might have been biting down on the tender area where the upper tooth had been. She said that this was a possibility. A round of antibiotics was in order. Thankfully, it all subsided a week or so after that. Still, just to play it safe, I think Dussy is off the super-hard foods from now on. Maybe some small dry food in the morning and softer stuff for the other meal. With her usual afternoon snack thrown in.

Watch-wise, I've been wearing the Rolex Submariner a little more;

I managed to snag another copy of the 1960s Bond analysis by Kingsley Amis, The James Bond Dossier.
About 20 years ago, when I was working at the first Borders Bookstore in Australia, a lady came in asking about a hardcover copy of a George RR Martin book, I forget the title.
We didn't have it in stock and looking through the store's database, there were no plans for us to bring it in. It appeared to be out of print at the time. She went on to tell me that she owned a second-hand bookstore nearby. I took her details and told her I'd give her a call if the book ever showed up.
A few months later, we opened up a parcel of remaindered books sent to us from headquarters in The States and there in the box was a hardbound copy of the book that this lady had asked about months before. I made a mental note to check it out once it had been processed into the system and priced.
A couple of days later, the book was in our bargain section, selling for the princely sum of $3.50.
I bought it at the 30% staff-discounted price, put it in a bag and spent my lunch hour walking over to the lady's second-hand bookshop nearby.
I walked in, reminded her of who I was, and then handed the book over. She was ecstatic. "How much do I owe you?, she asked, beaming as she looked at the cover one more time.
The book had cost me less than a cup of coffee.
"Don't worry about it", I replied as I began to turn to leave her shop. She thanked me again and we bid our goodbyes. As I made my way to the door, I spied a copy of the Amis book on display.
"How much is the Amis book?", I asked, pointing to it.
She picked it up of the shelf, flipped open the cover, glanced at it and then said; "It's yours. Take it."
We did the old 'Oh, no, I can't/ Oh, yes, but I insist' dance for a moment or two before I accepted the gift and she wrapped it up in brown paper.
It was a win/win for the both of us.
When I got it home later that evening, I unwrapped it and flipped it open. The price was written in pencil in the top corner of the verso page - $65.oo.

A few weeks ago, I was in a thrift store when a checked the bookshelves and found a handful of old Bond paperbacks. In amongst them was a hardbound copy of the Amis book.
I flipped it open and saw the price- $1.oo.
Hmm, an absolute rip-off compared to what I paid for my first copy, but an absolute bargain nonetheless. I took it over to the counter and gave them two bucks.

I came across an Oris Artelier Hand-Wound last month;




Despite its 40mm diameter - a modern concession - the watch exudes an old-world charm. Powered by the 17 jewel Peseux 7001 hand-wound calibre, it has a power reserve of 42 hours and will run very accurately.

Perhaps its one drawback may be the tendency for the mainspring to snap if the watch is aggressively over-wound. There's an easy way to avoid this. Count each turn of the crown as you wind it. Everybody will get a different number depending on how fully you wind each turn. I get around twenty full winds. I wind the watch in a normal manner, the way my Dad used to, with his Wyler Incaflex back in the '70s. When I get to fifteen turns, I continue winding, but in a slower fashion. Five more slow turns and I feel some resistance in the crown.
Done. The watch is fully wound.


My wife and I were watching a Japanese-style step cabinet on eBay last week. I put in a bid before heading off to work that morning and we ended being the winning bidders. That was the easy part. The hard part would involve taking both cars and driving out to the other side of town to pick it up. Half of the relatives on my Dad's side lived out that way and I have strong memories of going out there back in the '70s and '80s. This would be a trip down memory lane. Some areas looked the same as they did back in 1976 and some didn't.
The piece comprised of four parts. The large section (with the wine bottle on it) was able to be fitted into my hatch-back while the other two drawer units went in the back-seat of my wife's car. The rectangular base section slotted in to my car next to the large piece.
These types of pieces were used in Japan in days of old. Like the name suggests, they doubled as staircases to elevated levels of homes. The wood, usually a light timber such as pawlownia, was used so that, in the event of an earthquake, it would pose a lesser risk of crushing you.
This piece is not a genuine Japanese antique, but a reproduction. Yes, it has seen better days, as there's evidence of it having been repaired here and there, but it should suit our needs just fine.
Now we just have to get rid of some other bits and pieces that aren't being used to their fullest potential.

I've been wearing the blue/black Oris Diver Sixty-Five a lot lately. The watch now has some nice scuffing on it which is consistent with its age (November 2016) and its regular use. This is, after all, what a watch is meant for.
And yes, I've said it a few times over the last couple of years, but I'm gonna have a decent stab at getting rid of some watches that don't get worn enough. I can think of one or two right now that will be first cabs off the rank.
This picture here was a test shot for the review that I'm writing of the Diver Sixty-Five. The review is about 80% finished. Just a couple more aspects of the watch that I want to write about, a little tweaking of what I've written already, one or two more photos to take and then it should be done.
Coming soon to this very blog!
The Gitanes pack that you see here is a photocopy of the real one, shown above in the photo with the Oris. I didn't want to destroy the original -which I've had since around 1990- so I figured I'd try making a copy printed on some card stock that I had. Some strategic folding, a few staples and it was done. Turned out surprisingly authentic, I must say.  Seemed almost a shame to then crumple it up for the sake of a photo. Sometimes, I go to a little too much trouble for a picture. Ahh, well...

Here's a watch I haven't worn much since last Summer, the Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean;


The Olympus OM-2n SLR has a roll of film in it. Wish I could remember what photos I took.

We had a work function at a cigar lounge this week. I declined to have a stogie and opted for a cigarette or two instead as the night wore on. A colleague started off with a Partagas Serie D and took about 90 minutes to finish it.
He then had another smaller cigar a little later. On the way back to the office, where our cars were parked (NEVER take one car to events like this), we had to pull over so that he could throw up.
And that's why I declined to have a cigar.

I got home at around 1:00am, and quietly got into my pyjama bottoms and a T-shirt in the study, so as not to wake up my wife.
Had a shower next morning, got dressed, put on my Omega Railmaster, ate breakfast and went to work.
And I could still smell cigar smoke. It must have gotten into my pores! There must've been an oily coating on the inside of my nostrils or something, because, for the next three days, I could still smell the aroma of these fine Cubans.
I kept thinking to myself; How do these regular cigar smokers do it? They must reek of the stuff!
The one that I was given on the night stayed nestled in the breast pocket of my jacket. It sat on my desk at home for a day or two and then I took it in to work and gave it to my boss. He likes a stogie from time to time.  

And that's it for now, gang. I'm wearing the Oris Movember Edition Diver Sixty-Five;


Thanks for reading, and have a great week ahead!


Friday, 24 August 2018

Reply To A Reader's Comment No. 1 - Patina On Old Wristwatches. Yay or Nay?

First of all, I wanna say 'thank-you' to all of you who read this blog of mine, and especially to those of you who leave a comment. Except for the spammers out there. You guys just waste my time and your comments - usually linked to roofing repair companies or fake watch sites - are promptly deleted. 
I try to reply to all comments and from time to time, I read a comment related to wristwatches and I feel that a longer reply is required on my part. 

Here's a recent comment;

I have been collecting typewriters for many years now, but only recently started to get interested in watches. One thing I learned is that watch collectors like their (valuable) pieces as original as possible, preferable without ever having been serviced. Therefor, the most valuable Submariners sometimes have hour and minute markers where the tritium almost falls out. I wonder if some time in the future, collectors will treat typewriters the same way, admiring patina and worshipping discoloration of keys. Maybe you should be careful when you swap the keys of your Smith Corona! Just kidding. By the way, I am waiting for a Seiko Marinemaster to arrive in the mail. It's officially far to big for my wrist, but I decided I don't care. Do you wear your huge Hamilton sometimes (I think to remember you wrote about it a while ago)?
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I'm one of these collectors who wants a vintage watch to look as pristine as possible. Certainly, I have vintage watches that show their age, but wherever possible, I always aim for the best condition that I can afford. 
Needless to say, I've only managed to snag a couple of pieces that were in impeccable condition. And one of them was put-together from parts!

This circa 1962 Omega Seamaster was a real find. Snagged it from a watchmaker who sold vintage pieces back around 2002. 
Had it serviced a few years later by another watchmaker who only charged me $40 bucks. It's 35mm in diameter and the dial and hands are in beautiful condition. I've put it on an after-market bead-of-rice bracelet, but I think I'll switch it back to a leather strap sometime soon because I think it looks better that way. More representative of its era. 





 Does look good on the bracelet, though.


The other one was a WatchCo-built Omega Seamaster 300. WatchCo was a second-hand watch dealer which put period-correct movements into new-old-stock cases. Purists consider these to be Frankenwatches. This is a term used to describe a watch that has been cobbled together from parts. However, all the parts are correct for this model, and I have no problem with it. 
I spent about five years watching these Seamaster 300s come up on eBay. They were either heavily water-damaged originals or Vietnam-era fakes. 
The water-damaged originals would require extensive replacement of corroded parts, to the point where you'd end up with something akin to a Frankenwatch anyway. 
The Vietnam fakes - produced in the late 1960s and sold to unsuspecting GI's on leave in Saigon - would contain a genuine Omega movement and that's all. The cases, dials and hands were all fake. 

In the end, I contacted WatchCo and grabbed one of these before the parts ran out and the prices skyrocketed. 
The upside is that the dials and hands glow like a new watch and the case has been tested and is water-resistant down to 200 metres. Not that I've ever submerged this watch in water.
No regrets.

When it comes to patina on vintage wristwatches, I've noticed a trend over the last five or ten years, particularly with vintage Rolex sports watches, whereby the aspects that were once considered flaws are now considered attributes.

Spider dials.
                    There was a period where Rolex used a particular type of lacquer on the dial of their Submariner model which, over time, began to crack on the surface, giving it a webbed, mosaic pattern now referred to as a 'spider dial'. These models are quite sought-after by collectors, but I know my tastes well enough to know that this kind of dial would drive me nuts.
Sure, they stay intact and it is indicative of the authenticity and originality of the watch, but the cracked pattern would have me running to the nearest Rolex Service Centre to have it replaced.
Still, they are coveted by collectors looking for true original cosmetic condition that has been untouched. This 5513 model (photo courtesy of della Rocca watches.com) looks like it has a mid-1980s dial on it.


Pumpkin markers
                       Any pre-1983 (or thereabouts) Submariner 5513 would have had plain white luminous Tritium dots on the hour markers, with a rectangular baton at three of the cardinal points and a V-shaped wedge at the 12 marker. Over time, exposure to UV light would begin to darken these white dots to a soft cream-coloured hue. Left alone, these dots would continue to change colour, to the point where they would achieve a pale, pumpkin-orange shade.

Now, given the choice, I would prefer pale white or cream markers any day of the week. However, if you were to offer me a spider dial or a dial with pumpkin-orange hour markers, I would probably choose the latter. Maybe.
This pic courtesy of Sweeping Hand.co.uk

Although, I spent a few decades yearning for a vintage Submariner (actually, it was about 1974 to 2015) and its entire design and look was so infused into my subconscious that I can pretty much declare with confidence that all I wanted was an off-white set of hands and hour markers. Expecting to find a vintage Submariner in pristine original condition with bathroom-tile white markers would be a long and drawn-out exercise.
Again, these pumpkin marker dials are quite sought-after. To me, though, they just look a tad too sunburnt for my liking.

Ghost bezels
                     Ahh, now this one particularly irks me.

The rotating bezel starts off as black. It is an anodised aluminium insert that's fitted to the stainless steel bezel ring. Over time, exposure to sun and surf can fade the bezel from a deep black to a faded light grey. And beyond.
I had a customer who once brought in an Omega Seamaster for servicing. The dark blue anodised bezel had faded to a pale blue. He informed me that, until recently, he used to go surfing every day. The salt-water had faded away the colour of the bezel. It looked great. It showed that the watch had been used for one of its intended purposes. Could I wear it? Nope.
A lot of dealers have been selling Submariners and GMT Masters with faded bezels and, again, a lot of folks love 'em. To me, though, it drastically changes the look of the watch.

Patina is one thing. It's nice to see a watch and notice the scuffs and scratches, to see marks on the crystal. It gives you an idea that the watch has been worn and worn well.
However...pumpkin markers? Ghost bezels? What next? Is somebody gonna drill a hole right through the watch and call it a 'ventilated case'?

To answer schrijfmachine's comment, yes, wristwatches can be a slippery slope. Collections can start off small and get out of hand.
Regarding collectors and their preferences for  originality, yes, many of them will go for patina from a cosmetic point of view, but a watch that's never been serviced will not run very effectively.
Loose tritium can fall away from the hands and get into the movement via the date window or central dial post aperture and one should always be careful regarding this.
When I took my Submariner to Rolex for a repair quote last year, they said the hands needed to be replaced because the tritium had become brittle. This was a deal-breaker for me. Changing the hands would change the entire look of the watch. I said 'no' to their quote and took the watch to a watchmaker who was able to stabilise the cracked lume by applying varnish to the underside of the hands, effectively gluing the lume in place.
If the lume ever breaks away, that's when I'll consider replacing the hands.

As for the Seiko Marinemaster being too big for your wrist, schrijfmachine, well I'm of the opinion that there's nothing wrong with having one big, loud wristwatch in your collection. 
Yes, I still wear the Hamilton Khaki from time to time. At 44mm in diameter, it's huge on my wrist, but that was the look I was going for. I wanted a watch that looked like a wartime spy's piece of kit.

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I've had my eye on a more sedate 40mm Hamilton Khaki for a while now, but I'm not sure if I'll go for one. 

If anything, I think I should get the collection down before I add anything more to it. 

I hope this info helps, schrijfmachine. 

Thanks for reading!

Sunday, 12 August 2018

Sunday, August 12th, 2018 - Still Kickin', "Mission: Impossible - Fallout", Aching Blades & Recent Wristwatches.


Wristwatch-wise, I've worn this one since my last post;

It was the Oris Movember Edition Diver SixtyFive on a plain black NATO strap. Very comfy to wear. It's resting on a bone-coloured H&M denim jacket that I picked up. I'd been passively looking for a lighter colored trucker's jacket for a while. Figured it would be good for the warmer months ahead and add a little contrast to the darker colours that I usually wear.


"You should go see a movie, Dad. You keep saying you want to", my son said to me last weekend.
I quickly checked the session times at my local mall cinema and figured 'Why not?'

The latest installment in the M:I franchise finds IMF agent Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) and his small team tasked with recovering a trio of nukes that have been procured by The Apostles, a terrorist organisation intent on setting them off at The Vatican, Jerusalem and Mecca. Behind this terror plot is a mysterious figure known as John Lark. Keeping an eye on Hunt and his team is August Walker (Henry Cavill), a CIA operative who may or may not have his own agenda. 
Okay, let's get things straight; when you have a government agency called the Impossible Missions Force, you're pretty much assured that John Le Carre didn't write the screenplay. This film is a big, escapist adventure and if these kinds of movies are not your cup of tea, then that's cool. 
Skip ahead to whatever else I end up writing about other stuff further along in this post. 
Whatever it is. Even I don't know right now. 

The movie sprints along at a good clip. Cruise is back doing much of his own stunts - he loves speeding along on a motorcycle without a helmet on - and the scenes are inventive. 
See this clip, courtesy of flickering myth on YouTube;


I can never compare these movies to the Bonds. I find the action in the M:I films over the top (not that I mind), and while Bond these days is still some kind of superman, Ethan Hunt appears to be indestructible.

Say what you want about Tom Cruise. Sure, the whole Scientology thing is questionable, to say the least, but as an actor, the guy definitely has a solid work ethic and he's not afraid to show it. It would be an insurance nightmare to have your lead star zipping between cars around the Arc de Triomphe without a green-screen in sight, but the guy has the clout and the chops to be able to do it and I have to say he knows his way around a motorbike, since he's been in the saddle of one at least as far back as Top Gun in 1986.

Director Christopher McQuarrie seemingly came out of nowhere when he wrote the screenplay for The Usual Suspects (Dir: Bryan Singer) in 1995. It was a clever script and he went on to write other films before slipping into the Director's chair for Way of the Gun in 2000.
His screenplay for this installment features a sub-plot that ties in with the last three M:I films, effectively closing the loop on this story element's arc. McQuarrie does a great job with this film. The story is the age-old spy thriller trope concerning stolen nuclear warheads and the chase to recover them and it's good to see that a deft screenwriter can still put a new spin on a tale like this.
The cinematography is wonderful, as evidenced by the short clip above. I'm a sucker for a roving camera that stays focused on a character as it does a 360 degree turn around them.
The supporting cast is good, particularly Rebecca Ferguson, reprising her role from the last film, as MI6 operative Ilsa. Henry Cavill is good as CIA operative Walker. Methinks he's building up a decent resume, just in case they come knocking on his door to slip on OO7's holster once Daniel Craig hangs it up. That would suit me just fine. Cavill has a literary-Bond look about him.

One can easily argue for the merits of a well-made dramatic film which gives us a well-written story, sure-footed direction, and brilliant performances that highlight the art of acting. I'll always sit down to watch a great drama.
On the other hand, I can also respect and champion the sheer level of work that goes into a well-made action film. There's a stunt driver behind the wheel of every car that Cruise is dodging in that scene up above. The logistics, precision and timing involved are staggering, which is why I tip my hat to films like this, where people's health and safety are literally on the line.

I wore the Omega Seamaster 300 WatchCo build at some point over the last month. I think the bracelet will need one more link in it to give a comfortable fit.

I picked up this Ken Follett hardback called Jackdaws from a nearby thrift shop.
Here's the blurb from inside the dust-jacket. I'll lay it out in italic Courier, to make it look like an intercepted communique;

Two weeks before D-Day, the French Resistance attack a chateau containing a telephone exchange vital to German communications - but the building is heavily guarded and the attack fails disastrously.

Flick Clairet, a young British secret agent, proposes a daring new plan: she will parachute into France with an all-woman team known as the 'Jackdaws' and they will penetrate the chateau in disguise. But, unknown to Flick, Rommel has assigned a brilliant, ruthless Intelligence colonel, Dieter Franck, to crush the Resistance.
And Dieter is on Flick's trail...

I've never read any of Follett's work, but the guy is prolific and he's been around long enough. The premise sounded intriguing, as I don't tend to read wartime spy fiction. However, I thought I'd give this one a shot.
Next to the book is an empty Teacher's Scotch Whisky bottle which might make a nice water bottle during dinner. Or it might end up in the recycle bin.

I was going to write about some aches and pains that I've had for quite some time, but I think it'll even bore me to write about it.
In point form;
  • I did something to my right shoulder blade last September when I turned at the waist and leaned over across a trolley to grab a heavy parcel. A few days later, my shoulder blade felt like it had an arrow stuck in it. 
  • I found a nearby physiotherapist and he gave me a series of exercises as well as a 'dry needling' technique whereby acupuncture needles were inserted into the surrounding muscles. I saw this physio every four to six weeks.
  • Admittedly, I didn't do the exercises on a regular basis.
  • Further treatment was done on my neck also, as I found it difficult to turn my head around far enough when reversing the car out of the drive-way each morning.
  • Throughout all of this, I kept thinking that all I needed was a series of stretches, to give my neck a better range of movement. The physio explained that stretching was not the answer. What I had to do was strengthen the surrounding muscles. When I later mentioned this to my wife, she said; "I've been telling you that for years! Stretching warms up the muscle so that you don't tear or aggravate it when doing weight training. You have to strengthen the muscles if you want the pain to disappear." I should have listened to her, since she is a trained masseur and was a personal trainer once.
  • As I kept going to see the physio, new aches would manifest, culminating a month ago in a sore lower back. 
  • This pain soon settled on my right hip, towards the back. Sciatic nerve?  Iliac crest? My core strength is practically non-existent, so this is something that I'll have to work on. About five years ago, I leaned forward to pull a couple of typewriters from the boot (trunk) of my car and felt a shooting pain in my lower back that had me unable to lift my foot high enough to put a sock on the next morning. 
  • Anyway, I had my last appointment with the physio a few weeks ago. I have enough exercises that I can do now, and I'll give these a proper shot and see how I go. The back pain has subsided, but my shoulder blade is a weird one, as I don't know what I might have done to set it off. 
  •  Either way, I'll work on it.
Jeez, that was the short version!?

Sticking with the dive watch theme, I wore the Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean this week. This one has not gotten a lot of wear so far this year, but I plan to wear it more as the weather hots up. I recently sold a quartz-powered TAG Heuer Formula 1. That was a watch that never got any wear at all and I'd really like to clear out the watches that don't get much (or any) time on the wrist.
Next up on the chopping block is the Omega AquaTerra Co-Axial. This 36mm watch has the same dimensions as my Omega Railmaster and I have found myself rarely wearing it over the last year or two. I'll be seeing my buddy Mike sometime over the next few weeks to see if he can shift it for me on consignment.

The AquaTerra is a great watch. In certain lighting, it looks outstanding, as seen in this photo. However, my eyesight these days isn't what it was when I bought the watch back in 2006 and I find that the hands disappear against the rich, glossy black dial at certain angles. So, it's time to move this one along.
After that, the Dan Henry Compressor will be the next one to go. Maybe. I'm not sure. This was a watch that I bought on a whim and in hindsight, I shouldn't have done so. It's a well-made watch for the price ($250USD) and very accurate, thanks to the Seiko NH35 calibre inside it, but with a few other watches in the collection, this one doesn't get much wear. 
This watch was cheap enough - in the grand scheme of things - that I could keep it as a knock-around watch for those times when I don't want to risk damaging something more expensive. Then again, if it isn't being worn, then it's just taking up space. Not a lot of space, but you get my drift.
Anyway, back to what I am wearing. The Oris Big Pilot Pointer Date got a lot of wear last week;
I'll have to get a sharper picture of the dial. Or you could just look at my previous post to see a slightly better photo of this watch. I love the intricacy of the dial on this watch. Especially when one considers that Oris was a lower tier brand in the mid 1990s when this watch was made and yet, here they were, making a dial with five different textures on it, thus giving the impression of a more expensive watch than it actually was. 
It has such a nice, classic look to it, owing much of its aesthetic to the 1938 Big Crown model on which it was based. 
Looking forward to when the weather warms up this year, so that I can bust open that bottle of Gordon's Pink Gin. 
And party like it's 1929.
Finishing off this post with this weekend's wristwatch,the Rolex Submariner 5513;
I don't tend to wear this one throughout the week, but it gets its turn when I get home from work on Friday afternoons. The mineral crystal has a few light scratches on it that weren't there a few months ago, but a watch IS meant to be worn. 
I'm still careful with it. No point tempting fate by wearing it in situations where the possibility of damaging it is heightened. 
After all, it's not the same watch that it was when it rolled off the production line in 1982. 

Well, gang, that's what I've been up to lately. It's now almost 9:00pm on Sunday night, my shoulder is reminding me that it's there, and I think I'll have a cup of tea and retire to the lounge room to slip off my shoes and see if there's anything on TV worth watching.

I hope you've all been well, and I hope you have a good week. 

Thanks for reading!

Saturday, 7 July 2018

Sunday July 8th, 2018 - The Daily Grind is Too Weak, Overspending, Bigger Dates + Recent Wristwatches.















I made too many errors in the next paragraph,  hence the sharp crop in the photo above. Anyway...










I bought some Teriyaki chicken California rolls from a Japanese restaurant on a lunch break two weeks ago. The next day, my stomach really let me know that it was a bad decision. So I decided not to eat cold chicken take-away food ever again. Lucky for them, they make a very nice Miso soup. So I'll be back for that some day. 
Anyway, in an effort to avoid eating too much pre-prepared fast food, I got back into the swing of making my own lunch. Doesn't have to be fancy, just as long as the bread is fresh. Otherwise, left-overs end up in a micro-wave container and I take that to work.

I bought a 2006 model Mazda 3 hatchback in July last year and spent the next eleven months paying our joint account back. T'was a good feeling when I transferred the final installment into the account a couple of weeks ago. 

And last week, I finally got around to getting a 'proper' car key cut. I cannot stand modern car keys. You know, those big rectangular plastic things with a flip-out key and buttons for remote locking of the doors. Feels like I'm carrying a bar of soap in my pocket. Hate 'em! 
About six months ago, I stopped using the remote locking buttons and got back into the habit of unlocking the driver's door by hand. I did this because I wanted to have a normal car key cut at some point. I couldn't do away with the old key completely because the transponder for the engine immobiliser is built into it. The key-cutting guy I went to told me that he could cut a smaller car key and fit the transponder into it. Good. Ten minutes and a hundred bucks later, it was done. 
The 21st Century keeps imposing itself on me, but I'm gonna go down fighting.

Our coffee grinder was producing a very coarse grind lately, no matter how low the setting was. I checked the blades and they still seemed sharp enough, but what do I know? This Sunbeam grinder, based on a Braun model in Europe, uses a conical burr, which is basically two rotating sets of blades. 

I decided to call Sunbeam on my lunch break one day last week. I dialled the 1300 number and then spent 25 minutes on hold. While I was waiting, I surfed the web to see if I could find these blades for sale. I managed to find an electrical appliance repair centre that happened to sell the blades. 
Once I got off hold, I explained what I needed to the lady on the phone. She asked for my postcode. I told her and then there were a few moments of silence before she came back on the line to tell me the name of a place where I could purchase new blades. 
It was the same place that I found on the web while I was on hold. 
"You're kidding. I found this place on the 'net while I was on hold. I've just blown my lunch break on the phone. I thought you sold replacement blades there. That's why I called you guys in the first place", was my reply.
"Oh no, this is the office, we don't keep spare parts here", she replied.
"Well, nothing against you, *******, but it's disappointing to be given information that I could find on my own."

A disappointing experience. Having worked for so long in the customer service industry, I'll be first to admit that I wasn't perfect, but I did ALWAYS offer an apology to people that I couldn't help.

So, I wound up going to this repair centre and bought a new set of blades for the grinder. The guy behind the counter told me to check the small plastic brackets on my existing blades. If they were bent or broken, this could be the reason for the coarse grind.
I checked the blades when I got home and, sure enough, one of the brackets was broken. I installed the new blade set and set the grinder to 5, which would produce a fine grind. When I tested it with some Columbia beans, I got a powdery fine grind. Looking good.
I filled the group handle of the coffee machine, loaded it up and flicked it on. A few seconds later, a dark syrupy nectar began to drip into the cup. A few seconds more and it turned to a steady trickle. Success!
I was wearing the Rolex Submariner 5513;



I bought my wife a Sinn 656 about four years ago. Seen here on the right (picture courtesy of Sinn.de - Modell 656), this watch has served her well. It's an ETA powered automatic watch in a 38.5mm stainless steel case. Water resistant to 200m and with a scratch-resistant sapphire crystal, it's a very practical wristwatch. The hands and markers are coated with SuperLuminova, making it nice and easy to read in low light conditions. She has worn it everywhere. In recent months, however, she has found it harder to read the date on this watch. You'll notice that the date window is located at the 4:30 position of the dial. Very unobtrusive. And, as one's eyesight gets older, a little tricky to read. Truth be told, this watch has a date window that is smaller than what you would normally find on a watch of this kind.
I had toyed with the idea of getting a date magnifying lens and gluing it onto the crystal, but this would upset the entire symmetry of the dial.
And so, I thought it might be a better idea to just get her a new watch. I asked her what kind of watch she wanted, but I already knew the answer;
"Don't get anything with a rotating bezel, I have no need for it. Just something with numbers on the dial and a bigger date", was her brief.
I considered something in the Hamilton Khaki range, but none of them thrilled her. Then she threw me a curve ball- "Maybe something with a blue dial, for a change."


The Sinn 656 is a great watch, without a doubt. I may put a leather strap on it and wear it for a while myself. However, you can see how the date window can make it difficult to see the actual date itself. The date wheel is slightly recessed beneath the dial as well, creating shadows when viewed from certain angles. Pictured in the background is the Oris TT1 that I bought for her in 2002. That watch has been a workhorse, although its silver dial and silvered hands don't make for the best legibility when one gets older. Still, it's a great watch.

Okay, back to the current dilemma. I looked at affordable military and/or pilot's style watches from reputable brands. I knew of one watch that would fit the bill, but it wouldn't be on the market for another couple of months. That's okay. I could do a little more research. Size-wise, the case would be 41mm, which is a little larger than the Sinn, but not overly so. Besides, a large watch on a woman's wrist becomes a fashion statement, whereas on a guy, a too-large watch just ends up looking like a too-large watch.
Okay, a 41mm case. No problem. One hundred metre water-resistance? Good for days at the beach. Sapphire crystal? Yep, she can be hard on her watches. Larger date window than the Sinn? Definitely. In fact, the date window would be a tad larger than most watches, so this was a plus.
Blue coloured dial? Yep, but would it be a shade of blue that she would like?
I looked at the Monta Triumph;

Link:  Monta Watch | Triumph

Certainly a nice looking watch. Ticked almost all of the boxes, but I wasn't sure if she'd go for the vibrant electric blue dial. And she may not go for a new brand that hasn't been proven yet and has no history.
I myself am always wary of a new watch brand.
Here's why - You buy yourself a nice wristwatch. You wear it day-in, day-out. It accompanies you through life, throughout all of your travels, adventures, etc. And it becomes a part of who you are.
Then one day, five, ten, fifteen years later, it gets damaged and requires a new dial or set of hands. You contact the company and they tell you that they no longer produce those parts for your watch. Or worse, the company went bust in this very competitive industry and no longer exists.
Now, I'm not saying that this will be the case with a brand like Monta. I wish them the very best of luck for a long and fruitful existence. But this is, as I say, a very competitive industry and bringing out a new brand is always a hard slog. The Monta Triumph is a handsome looking watch, but at $1,550.oo USD, way more than I was looking to spend.
So, I went back to my original idea. The watch that wouldn't be available for a few more months. Of course, by now, that watch was soon to be released, so I placed an order for one.
When it finally arrived, I took a closer look at it and thought it would do just nicely. The Oris ProPilot Big Date;

My only worry was the colour of the dial. In low light, it's a muted shade of blue. In bright sunlight, you can see a metallic sunburst pattern on it and it looks great. Like having two watches in one. 
I needn't have worried. She loved it.
"I can see the date nice and clear."

It met all of her criteria. The Oris ProPilot range has been on the market for a few years now and they've done very well. The first model had a deep matte black dial. This model was soon followed by one with a slate grey dial, and this new blue version is the latest model. The 41mm diameter case means that it will cover the entire top of her slender wrist, but that's okay. That's the look she was going for. Something slightly flamboyant.

This is a watch that she'll wear to work every day. To the gym. While gardening. At the beach. It will be put through the ringer, to be sure. Which is fine, as I'm sure it will handle whatever she throws at it.
The stainless steel case and bracelet will accumulate scuffs and scratches over time. And that's cool. After all, it's those little scuffs and scratches that will make this watch truly her own.
Mission accomplished.

Okay, time to wind this post up. I got the photos that I took with the Yashica Electro 35 GSN developed. They turned out nicely, I have to say.

I did ask the photo lab to print the pics on matte paper (rather than glossy) and to put white borders around them. Looks like an oversight on their part. Dammit.
Still, the camera works as it should. I kept getting reminders from eBay to leave feedback for the seller of this camera, but I obviously wanted to see the results before I left one word. As soon as I checked the photos, I got on eBay and left the seller a glowing review.
Now, All I have to do is finish a roll of film in my Olympus OM2n and then I think I'll load up the Yashica again.
I wore the Oris Movember Edition  Diver Sixty-Five, The Omega Speedmaster Professional, and the Longines Heritage Paul-Emile Victor Expeditions model.



































And a few others that I wore over the last few weeks. I'm definitely at a point where I'd like to thin down the collection. I just have to figure out the best avenues for this. Jennifer Lawrence kicks ass, by the way!




























Here's a better close-up of the old Oris Big Crown Pointer Date model from the mid-Nineties.

Anyway, it's now just passed one o'clock Sunday afternoon on this winter's day in Melbourne. I've been wearing the Omega Planet Ocean all weekend.
And, here comes the rain. Time for lunch. 


















Feels a little large on my wrist these days. I gotta build up my forearms a little, methinks. My wrists won't get bigger, but the watch may look better proportioned. Like it used to.

And one last shot of my wife's new Oris;

Yep. The date is easier to read.

Have a good upcoming week, and thanks for reading!

Friday, 22 June 2018

Friday June 22nd, 2018 - New Data Laws, RIP Miss Gayson, The Guy Who Stayed In With The Cold & Recent Wristwatches.

Okay, so it's Friday night, June 22nd and I'm sick again. Here's a quick timeline;

May 21st - I went to see my doctor to have a 'flu shot. 

May 27th - I caught a morning session of Avengers | Infinity War and noticed half-way through the movie that the cinema had cranked up the air con. I felt quite chilly for the rest of the film.
Later that evening, my throat felt raspy, like a had a spikey golf ball jammed in it. 

May 28th - Blocked nose, chesty cough, feverish. I end up feeling ragged for the next two weeks. 

June 10th - Feeling better. Back to my old self.

June 16th - Throat begins hurting again, and my lower back aches. Uh-oh, is this now  a 'flu? 
We had the air conditioning attended to at the office recently and it now feels a little too warm every day. One co-worker likes it cold, another likes it hot. End result is that the ambient temperature is all over the place. I wear layers, in an attempt to combat the situation and it works well. When I'm not sick. This time, though, my body temp is having a hard time regulating.

June 18th - Went in to work, though I probably should've stayed home. Same with the next day. It's busy at the moment and, corny as it sounds, I want to go in and do the work, even if I feel bad. 

June 19th - Spent the night coughing and coughing. By one am, my wife suggested the old honey & cinnamon mix. I stumbled to the kitchen, poured two spoons of honey into a small glass, and threw in a couple of liberal shakes of ground cinnamon powder. Then put it into the microwave for 10 seconds. 
I then mixed the cinnamon thoroughly through the softened honey until I had a golden syrup. Then I ate it. 
Sure enough, the coughing stopped a few minutes after I got back into bed. I slowed down my breathing and tried to relax. Not easy. 

June 20th - Called in sick. Stayed home. Slept in. Tried to nap on the couch later in the afternoon, but got a little too cold in there. Went to bed that night and coughed until one am. Then lay awake until 5:00am, trying not to cough. 

This morning - Sent a text to my boss, saying I wouldn't be in today. He replied, telling me not to come back to work until Monday. 
We'll see how I'm faring by then. 

By now, you're all probably aware of the New Data Laws being rolled out across Europe. I don't know what it all means, but I've had this message up on my Blogger dashboard for a few weeks;














I have underlined the confusing part of this message. I hit the "Learn more" tab and then tried to view my blog using a European .com (.co.uk, .co.fr, etc) at the end of my blog's address, but it keeps reverting back to the Australian '.com.au".
So, I'm wondering, if any of you are reading this blog from somewhere in Europe, are you getting the cookies notice somewhere on my blog? Thanks in advance!

The first Bond film, Dr No, was released in 1962. Bond's creator Ian Fleming died two years later. The director, Terence Young, has been gone for almost 25 years. 
However, it always strikes home for me when one of the actors in the early films dies. 
Eunice Gayson died earlier this month at the age of 90. She has the honour of being the First Bond Girl, Sylvia Trench.
She is first seen at the chemin de fer table at a London casino. She stands out because, amid all the men in dinner jackets, she wears a red off-the-shoulder gown.  
Aside from how she looks, she also comes across as very self-assured. Gambling alone, she engages in light reparteé with the unseen stranger across the table, the only worthy opponent in this game, it seems.
The cinematic introduction of James Bond is the stuff of OO7 lore. And, unrealistic spy movies aside, it is considered one of the greatest intros in film history.
But, don't take my word for it (thanks, YouTube!);

 

The next time we see her, she has managed to get into Bond's flat (probably bribed the doorman) and is attempting to slice golf balls into one of Bond's hats...wearing nothing but a pair of high heels and one of Bond's silk pyjama shirts. Bond arrives at the front door and, hearing sounds coming from inside his digs, draws his pistol and bursts in. To be pleasantly surprised.                        Thinking about her character now, she seems like the right kind of girl for 1960s cinematic Bond. Confident, flirty, and sexy as all get-out. She was intended to be a recurring character in the films, the girl back in England whose plans for intimacy with Bond would always be thwarted by his duty to Queen and Country. She appeared in the next film, From Russia With Love, but was never seen again after that. Shame, really. And so, I raise a glass (of orange juice) to you, Miss Gayson. It was performances by people like you that went a long way towards getting big-screen Bond off the ground.

Wristwatch-wise, these are what I've worn in recent weeks;

The Submariner still gets worn sparingly throughout the week and tends to see a little more daylight on the weekends. I'm careful with this one, given that it offers no water-resistance due to its age, but I'm glad that I've gotten to the point where I don't baby it the way I did when I first got it.                                                                Having wanted one for four decades, I knew there'd be a possibility of my treating it with kid gloves, but that's slowly faded since I got it overhauled last year. 
I ran some film through the Yashica Electro 35 GSN that I got recently;

I took the roll of colour film to my local mall to get it developed at Big W. They're like a Kmart or Target store.  The guy behind the counter told me that it would take around two-and-a-half weeks now because they no longer have the machinery to process film on the premises. Damn! Oh well, what choice did I have?                                The eBay Seller keeps sending me automated messages, asking me to leave feedback. I keep replying that I will do so once I check out the photos that I've taken. Seems fair, don't it? Anyway, he can wait.

I've been home since Wednesday. I've had a few very lousy sleeps. Wore the Oris Diver Sixty-Five Movember Edition for most of the week. I spent this morning paying some bills online before parking myself on the couch with a cup of tea and a couple of books. I have about a hundred pages left of Ernst Jünger's account of his experiences as a younger officer in WWI. The book is called Storm of Steel and it's up there with Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front. Once I finish this book, I can get started on the new Bond book, Forever And A Day. That should tide me over until the next Bond movie, which is still just a glimmer in EON Productions' eye at the moment.I later switched over to the Omega Railmaster, a watch that I haven't worn for some time.                                            It's now about ten past nine pm. I'm gonna have an inhalation made up of boiling water and a teaspoonful of Vicks Vaporub. Hopefully, this'll open up my airways a little. 


Anyway, thanks for reading, and have yourselves a good weekend!

Friday, 1 June 2018

Friday 1/6/2018 - Organ Donations, Shots in the Arm, Sons of Asgard Playing for Laughs + Recent Wristwatches.

Here's one more pic of the Laguiole knife, showing the 'Shepherd's cross' inlay of the handle. More about this knife in my previous post. 
I've been wearing the Oris Diver SixtyFive Movember  edition quite a bit over the past month and felt it was time for a switch. 
Have to say that this is a great watch. Oris really nailed it with this vintage-inspired design. Their Diver SixtyFive range has done very well for them over the last three years and I think this design will be a future classic for the brand. 

I'm currently writing a review of my other Diver SixtyFive model, but I've hit a bit of a snag with regard to the little story that I'm writing for it. 

Those of you who've read my other watch reviews may know that I tend to throw in a little story along with the review of the watch. That's just me keeping my hand in the fictional waters. I tend to place the watch in a scenario outside of what many watch reviews place it in. The Diver SixtyFive is a dive watch, but you won't find a face mask or pair of flippers anywhere in my review. I'm trying to show that this watch works just as well on dry land as it does 50 metres below the surface. 
Anyway, the story has hit a snag, but I think I've found a way through it. Just letting it simmer on the back-burner of my mind, to see if any holes appear. 




I didn't learn the whole song, just the first verse. But by the time my wife got home from work a couple of hours later, I'd forgotten how I learned it.
I still think La La Land should have won for Best Picture last year. The Oscar went to Moonlight, after the Warren Beatty/Faye Dunaway announcement confusion/fiasco. Moonlight was a good film, but in a year which gave the world Donald Trump as President, while taking away Bowie, Prince, Alan Rickman and George Michael way before their time, we all needed something a little light, escapist and hopeful, something that harked back to the last flicker of the Hollywood musical. 
Like I said, Moonlight was a good film, but it was a little too 'real life'. 
And real life really sucked in 2016.

I grew up reading The Amazing Spiderman comics in the 1970s. I watched the late-Sixties cartoon series on Saturday mornings. I sat through the dreadful movie in 1977, which starred Nicholas Hammond as Peter Parker and became incensed years later when I learned that it was originally a TV show.
Throughout this time, I would occasionally buy a Captain America and The Falcon or Fantastic Four comic, and I was also aware of other Marvel heroes like Iron Man. Thor and The Submariner.
I occasionally bought Spiderman comics in the early to mid 1980s, but by then, Marvel Comics had three or four different Spiderman titles out each month and I couldn't justify the cost of them.
Marvel dipped its toe in the movie waters back in 2000 with the release of X-Men, directed by Bryan Singer. Its $75 million dollar budget was rewarded with a box office gross of just under $300 million. Sequels soon followed.
When I saw the first of the Tobey Maguire Spiderman movies in 2002 (Dir: Sam Raimi), I remember thinking that FINALLY, everybody's favourite web-slinger had been been brought to the screen the way he was meant to. Technological advances in CGI meant that Spidey swinging across the streets of New York looked as real as could be. It would only be a matter of time before we'd see other Marvel hero movies.
So, I've been a fan of the Marvel movie series released over the last ten years. I thought the IronMan films starring Robert Downey jr were great, and I really enjoyed the Captain America films as well. Coupled with The Avengers saga, we end up with a huge cross-referenced story arc beginning with the origin stories of these heroes before involving them in a quest for the Infinity Stones, a collection of crystals that will give unlimited power to their possessor.
Once Spiderman and Iron Man hit the big screen, it would only be a matter of time before other Marvel heroes would follow.
The first Thor film (Dir: Kenneth Branagh, 2011) contained Shakespearean overtones as it told the story of Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, son of Odin the King of Asgard. Thor (Chris Hemsworth) has landed on Earth after being banished from Asgard by his father Odin (Anthony Hopkins) for violating a peace treaty.
He lands in New Mexico and is found by a group of scientists led by Jane Foster (Natalie Portman) and Professor Erik Selvig (Stellan Skarsgard). The professor, being Swedish, is well aware of Nordic mythology and it is he who first makes the realisation as to who this stranger with the long blonde hair, huge biceps, and big hammer (with carry strap) really is.
Compared to the other films in the Marvel Studios canon, this one presents us a smaller story as we find Thor having to save this New Mexico township from an attack by a Destroyer, a robotic sentinel sent to Earth by Thor's mischievous half-brother Loki (Tom Hiddleston).
Anyway, onto this new movie. If the first Thor film gave us a story filled with Norse mythology and the fate of Asgard, this new one, Thor: Ragnarok has an overall sensibility that's closer to the Marvel films Antman and the Guardians of the Galaxy double.
Directed by New Zealander, Taika Waititi, this film has a more comedic tone in terms of dialogue and line delivery. Waititi seemed to me an odd choice when I thought of his 2016 film  Hunt for the Wilderpeople, a quirky (hated term. Used a lot by reviewers when referring to Australian and New Zealand films) movie about a kid who runs away from home and is grudgingly helped by a grizzly old man as they both end up on the run from authorities.
I'm always surprised when I read of a director going from a small-scale, low-budget film to a big Hollywood blockbuster, but Waititi does a wonderful job with this film. Absolutely confident in his approach to a film that's part of a winning franchise.
These movies aren't everybody's cup of tea, I'll be the first to admit. But does that really matter? They're mind candy, meant to take us away from real life for a couple of hours.
However, they are very well done. The effects are flawless, the casting is great, the writing (especially the dialogue) is sharp, and the storylines do touch on greater themes which help elevate these films beyond the likes of the Fast & Furious franchise, for example.  


























Wednesday May 30th

"You know that shot you gave me for the 'flu? Well it worked. I've got it."
         - Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce (Alan Alda)
           "Carry On Hawkeye" , M*A*S*H , Season 2, Episode 11 

I went to see Avengers | Infinity War last Sunday morning (movies are my religion) and noticed about half-way through that they'd turned up the air-conditioning in the cinema. Feeling quite chill, I buttoned up my denim jacket and flipped up the collar. Still felt cold. 

Later that night, my throat began feeling raspy. By this morning, my nose was blocked, I was coughing, and there was a headache on the horizon, which ended up moving in by early afternoon and stayed until about 8 o'clock this evening. 
And remember, I got that 'flu shot a week or so ago? 
Anyway...

The movie was good. Earth's Mightiest Heroes (TM) have their work cut out for them in the next - and probably final - installment in this series. I was told that they filmed two movies back-to-back. I think the next one ain't due out until around this time next year. 
The movie posters in this blog post were taken from 
www.impawards.com. I could spend days sifting through that site.

May 28th was a few days ago. Ian Fleming was born on this day back in 1908. My Folio Society copy of From Russia With Love arrived two days later. Here it is with the watches that I've been wearing over the last couple of weeks. Lousy photo, sorry.

Here's another shot of the Submariner, along with a snap of the inspiration. 

Okay, it's 7:24pm Friday night and I think I'm gonna crash soon. I hope you're all well, and that you have a good weekend. 

Thanks for reading!