Friday, February 27, 2004
Fond faretheewells
The weather may determine how much of my last day I actually spend here in S6, so if I happen to miss the
cocktails, I’m sorry in advance and wish Karen “real” luck in her career move and her and Pete in their new domestic arrangements – a damn brave combination of radical changes, imho.
Yesterday’s ‘dry run’ into t’Smoke went well, despite arriving freezing ‘cos I’d stupidly set off with just the whistle on, and no coat. I blame my faulty body thermostat for misleading me..
Workday blogging in a new environment will be different, no doubt. It may be more difficult to disguise what I do in the lunch hour and I’m still very wary about colleagues into my blogworld.
We shall see. Have a great weekend, y’all.
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Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Welcome returns?
Godless soul that I am, nonetheless I like the concept of a Second Coming (or a return from whatever afterlife) better-armed and bent on vengeance (prompted by today's CD and the source for "Today's lyric").
But I guess, like the second sitting for the Last Supper, it’s an unlikely event.
It seems though, that
Bee Dubya’s spells may be paying off, with a wholly welcome back to Blogland
here and possibly
here – the latter prospect being in your hands, dear Reader.
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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
The greatest gig in the sky
Today's lyric is in memoriam of
Doris Troy, whose death last week I heard about yesterday.
Hers, and Montserrat Caballe’s, are the only two women whose vocal strength of emotion can reduce me to tears.
Doris was the lead backing vocal on Pink Floyd’s legendary album “The Dark Side of the Moon” and her soaring voice on the last track just has to be heard, whether you like the band’s music or not.
So track 8 had to be blasted out when I climbed into the car this morning. And yes, dammit, I had to pull over because I couldn’t concentrate to drive. Soppy old s0d.
My regular reader will know that I’m not a religious bod, but I hope that wherever she is now, she’s playing “
The Great Gig in the Sky” at full belt.
Wonder if
CBS heard the news? Are you out there, property tycoon?
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Monday, February 23, 2004
Another day, another cocktail
When we're out for the evening, we tend to stick to red wine.
But we'd had enough to be susceptible to the offer of trying a cocktail. Preferring sapid to sweet, I raised the glass to my lips and my nose told me I wasn't going to like it. Then my throat told me otherwise. 'Mellifluous' pretty much summed it up.
Next morning, Mrs.D. asked wtf (well, she didn't actually say that) it was that we'd drunk. "Was it a Harvey Headbanger?" she enquired groggily, "because there's someone inside my head, using a lump-hammer to escape".
I may have something different to request at
Uborka's Friday party, cos I lurved it.
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Thursday, February 19, 2004
If it was on Radio 2, it must be true?
Johnny Cash's relatives are threatening to sue advert execs who plan to use his "Ring of Fire" song in a
haemorrhoid commercial.
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Tuesday, February 17, 2004
North Sea Oil reprieve – Latest:
After 9 years of commuting daily through 4 counties, I’m being re-located in t’Smoke.
So I’ll be working in the same environs as the redoubtable
Dave, the stirring
Gert (check out yesterday’s post to see what I mean), the inimitable
Londonmark and possibly the inscrutable
Vaughan?
The motor will therefore no longer require filling up twice a week and I get to join the happy throng of care-free commuters again. Already looking forward to those cattle trucks in the summer. Hmmm.
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Friday, February 13, 2004
Going with the flow
I love the way words can flow - even when they're as contrived as
this.
I'm constantly in awe of the wordcraft of many of the bloggers on my blogrollcall.
Anyone fancy stringing together something like the final King Crimson track?
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Monday, February 09, 2004
Look both ways
Looking forward to this summer's holiday (Crete) and back to last year's (Hawai'i)
In our 2003 accommodation, we inherited a half-full bottle of insecticide, which had the minutest printing I've ever tried to read.
"Guaranteed 100% effective against chiggers and noseeums" it claimed.
"Wtf are chiggers?" we asked our host, a dour Tyke.
"Horse ticks" was the laconic reply - like we were on first-name terms with ticks.
"And what do noseeums look like?" I asked (instantly regretting the question)
The look I got in response can only be described as
aporetic.
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Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Blatant homophonia
How many similar-sounding words can you string together consecutively in a single sentence?
Best so far:
A man goes into a gun-shop to buy a pistol for each of his nephews and nieces (PC there!)
"How many do you want, what calibre and how old are they?" asks the shop owner.
"I want four fourty fours for four fourteen year olds"
Ok, so a bit of licence is allowed. Go on then.
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Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
