Yesterday evening I decided that I should like to listen to the soothing tones of Halford:
Just to clarify, I do not mean Halfords (with an ‘s’), high street purveyor of car accessories, components and bicycles (at the Bike Hut).
As an aside, I do not believe that Bike Hut will become as popular as Pizza Hut until Halfords offer a bicycle with a frame that is filled with melted cheese.
Back to the adventure … What I meant was Halford (with no ‘s’), the band named after non-hirsute and vaulting tenor Rob Halford, who first rose to fame in the heavy metal band Judas Priest.
However, when I opened the CD box … it was EMPTY!
“Hmmm,” I thought to myself.
The last time I remember listening to this compact disc was in the portable compact disc player in my portable motor car machine.
But alas! it was not there. (The CD, I mean, the car was there. On the drive. Parked. Where it should have been.)
I knew then that I must begin Operation Check Every CD Case™. Again. I have to do this about every two months, or so.
Unfortunately, I have quite a few CDs in my CD bookcase:
Knowing that the hardest part is just deciding where to start looking, I just started looking at head-height. On the fourth shelf down.
When I got to the third but last shelf:
I made a discovery in a Joe Satriani CD case:
What’s that doing there?! It’s a Tomahawk CD in the wrong case:
I was elated. But not delighted. I had still not found my Halford CD.
Reaching the bottom of the bookcase, I resumed my search at the very top. Working my way from left to right, checking CD after CD.
And then, only inches from where I began my search I made my discovery:
Nestled within a CD case filed under ‘B’ for Black Hawk Down:
I found my Halford CD! Hoorah! The Lord be praised! Now my Halford CD case is once more filled with pounding metal. All is well.
It’s true what they say: seek and you will find! What marvellous advice.
Now … where are my car keys? I need to get to work.