'Cause I play the old song, you play the new song, I play the old song and it goes on

As a matter of record, not only did the painters do a nice job on the reconstructed ceiling of our bathroom and its walls which had been somewhat battered in the process, they reinstalled the ceiling light and we are no longer showering in a dim cave, nine months after the original ceiling-killing flood. I started listening to the 1978 and 2019 BBC Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead so as to be able to compare Freddie and Toby Jones as the Player and realized that the quiet sniffle of Alfred in the earlier production may be the first time I've heard Anthony Daniels when he wasn't a robot. Less happily, my twenty-nine-year-old sound system may be finally breaking down. The speakers pull perpetually to the left. Last time it was the leads which could be stripped and re-cut, but I'm not sure I can fix a rheostat.