Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Yes. Perfect.

Coming back home, all a bit sweaty from the fencing class, feeling a bit glum after a rotten day at the office but cheered enormously by a good chat with a friend. Then, marvellously, Poems on the Underground caps the evening.

Now stop. Pause a moment, then read on. Because this is simple and lovely.

The Man With the Blue Guitar

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.

They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."

The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."

And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,

A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."


Take ten points, Wallace Stevens. This is an extract - the full poem can be found at this bit of internet.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

I admit it has been a decade since I tuned in...

...but what the blithering barnacle buttocks has happened to Neighbours?

A word I cannot ever spell without hearing my Year Nine English teacher intoning "i after e except after c... but ONLY WHEN THE SOUND IS 'EEEE'".

Oh, for the halcyon days of Mrs Mangle.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

When motivating colleagues rebounds on you

Me (in jocular fashion to work colleague): "Oh you don't need me. You've never needed me."

Colleague (with nary so much as a moment's hesitation): "That's true. You're just a nice to have."

Me: "...."

Monday, January 21, 2008

History Through Hangovers - an occasional series

Number the One: King Edward VIII or/then The Prince Edward, Duke of Windsor.

"Well munted. Abdication hangover."

Monday, January 14, 2008

Can't talk! Am off to win a man by repressing my emotions or falling off various bits of countryside in the rain.

Oh oh oh OH. This was sooooo good.

That's right! Let's air that frustration that you can't shack up with the woman you love by chopping logs. In a wet shirt. In the rain. Floppy hair everywhere.


Thursday, January 10, 2008

Right. Someone get Sarah Greene on the phone.

Paranormal update!

This morning when we got up the DVD player had mysteriously* tuned itself on.

Right. That's it. We are being haunted. OOoooooOOOOooooo!

So who are we gonna call? Well, email?

So long as we don't get to this stage, I'm happy. Bluntly, when I was young, that well shat me up. This or this is fine.

In other news I started a beginners fencing class last night and awoke this morning with INCREDIBLY STIFF LEGS. Ow ow ow.

* insert your own quotation marks around this.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Response and best solution from flatmate upon learning of possible nocturnal poltergeist activity in flat

"Can we get some kind of retainer with Hetty?"

Turned out my bed wasn't being shaken by unseen forces. Two springs simply sprung apart in my mattress.

I wasn't that traumatised. I didn't get out of bed or anything.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Wheeze... pant... wobble...

In stereotypical and very cliched New Year style I have just been for my first jog of 2008 (having discovered that apparentely dancing around the living room to the Dallas theme doesn't count as exercise - even with an energetic key change).

It. Nearly. Killed. Me.

Still, immensely cheered by this news. That makes me feel better.

Nothing like some low-level evilness to start the year.

Thanks for all the kind comments about Further Advents! :-)

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Happy New Year!

There is always a brilliant quote of day on display at Clapham North tube station - enough for a whole separate blog, in fact. Hooray for whoever takes the time and effort to do them. It's just a small bit of interesting niceness in an otherwise gloomy and bedarkened world.

If you click on the picture it makes it a bit bigger and easier to read. I took this last night, on my way out to an amazing NYE party hosted by my bezzie mate in Norf London. We sat in the same tube carriage as a Ghostbuster, which was exciting.

And they've started piping classicial music into tube stations now, preseumably so we don't see the red mist every time there's a signal failire and assault the nearest member of LU staff. Weird. But nice. Handclaps all round.

Here's to 08 - s'gonna be great!

Now can everyone be very quiet please. I have one of my heads on.