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28.07.2007 – Saturday 28 July – The Simpson’s Movie

Day

• What a nightmare. The front-right door speaker in my car doesn’t work. I finally decided to find out why. Or to be more precise, several hours ago I decided to find out why. I’ve actually got a manual now, so I’m not flying entirely blind. Unfortunately the instructions on getting the door trim off start with “insert a screw driver covered in a rag...and prise upwards”, and it gets worse from there. However, getting the door apart turned out to be the easy part. I spent most of the afternoon upside down, where the carpet and trimming used to go under the dash. After hours, multiple things in my eye, I found where the break in the wire is—it’s somewhere behind the very strong metal thing that’s bolted to something behind the dash, and which then goes out to the door. It looks like I’ll have to take most of the car off to get to it.

Night

• I drove to Keiran’s via Maz’s, and we had curry for dinner with Smeagol and his friend, before watching the Simpson’s Movie. The curry wasn’t fantastic, and the movie was crap, but we had a great night, not getting home until a quarter to five.