31 October 2006
Cool!?
Saw this in a magazine that fell out of a paper while I was working on Sunday. It's from one of theose magazines selling you all thise usefull gadgets you never knew you needed! It made me chuckle. The thought of going round someones house and seeing it bolted to the front of the TV with the owner proudly proclaiming "it's just like seeing it in the cinema".....
26 October 2006
Thank Blog It's Friday
Ok Blogger’s back.
I was just abou to go to bed but thought i'd post this first.
Goodnight again!!
Just keep reading and all will become clear…
Theoretically!!
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23:20 26/10/06
Bugger!!
Blogger’s down for maintenance.
Fancied having a waffle, am even sober, and Blogger’s down.
Bugger.
Oh well here we go in Word…
I like the word Bugger. It’s one of those satisfying words that just roll off the tongue. A highly expressive word you can get away with using in public. I do of course refer to the use of bugger with the meaning of ‘an annoyingly awkward thing’. We'll have no vulgarity here thank you.
Pete is another. Possibly not all that fair to anyone called Pete, but as a stand in for F*** I find it does rather well in phrases such as “Oh for Pete’s sake”.
Anyway that’s not what was I gonna talk about.
This is.
It’s definitely feeling autumnal this week. Actually it’s been feeling pretty crap this week; the weathers been wet, windy and generally horrid and I’ve had a cold.
Even though it was dark on my walk home tonight I could definitely see more leaves had turned and more had fallen to the ground than yesterday. I did have every intention of having a waffle about conkers the other week but haven’t really had time. I still love seeing conkers when each year. Have to fight the urge to collect them. They are like shiny marbled jewels when they first fall. Bit of a disappointment the next day mind you, when they’ve gone dull old brown. Perhaps it’s that fleeting moment that makes them so appealing and exciting, the fact that you’ll have to wait another year to see it again.
Have always been rather partial to a game of conkers, haven’t played for a couple of years, and it’s a bit late now.
I was going to relate what I had read in the local press at the time, and godamnit i'm gonna do it now. Not really that interesting but it did get my goat a bit at the time.
According to the article the local council was employing guys to strip all the conkers from trees, at the cost of £100 per tree. There reasoning was so that they wouldn’t have to pay out any insurance claims after kids had thrown sticks through peoples windows whilst trying to knock conkers out of the tree. Surely removing most of the conkers (as well as being a bit of a spoil-sport idea) would just mean that the kids (and there dads) would have to throw more sticks to hit the few remaining conkers the conker pickers had missed. (Are you still following me, I know my grammar gets a little haywire at times, I often confuse myself!!)
Surely they could have spent our taxpayer’s money better. Umm I’m sounding like a sad little man living in a suburban cul-de-sac bungalow here…Err anyway all the conkers have gone now so lets move on.
Autumn.
I think it’s finally time to admit summer is officially over. It hasn’t done bad, British Summer Time finishes on Sunday. I may have to finally admit defeat on going out in a t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops (my official way of deciding whether it is summer or not). For anyone concerned I do tend to wear trousers with the flip-flops and t-shirt. I have been carrying an umbrella for a while but maybe it’s reached that point where I will definitely have to take an extra layer, even a coat for the miserable rain.
I may be rambling off a bit tonight. Nothing new there. Has just reminded me of seeing Robin Williamson (used to be in the Incredible String Band in the 60’s if that helps clarify who he is!!) at the storytelling festival. His storytelling style was a bit like that. He sat there with a harp and rambled through bits of folk tales, some of which never got finished, for about 2 hours. It was enchanting. He was such a good storyteller, so good at capturing your imagination and drawing you with him you didn’t care that only a few of the stories got completed. And the completed ones only got finished because he remembered he had meandered off and had gone back to them. I am in now way comparing my waffle to his storytelling; he held your attention with his stories whereas I could possibly bring about a catatonic state with mine. Talking of catatonic states, I think I might go and experience one myself now.
Goodnight
I was just abou to go to bed but thought i'd post this first.
Goodnight again!!
Just keep reading and all will become clear…
Theoretically!!
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23:20 26/10/06
Bugger!!
Blogger’s down for maintenance.
Fancied having a waffle, am even sober, and Blogger’s down.
Bugger.
Oh well here we go in Word…
I like the word Bugger. It’s one of those satisfying words that just roll off the tongue. A highly expressive word you can get away with using in public. I do of course refer to the use of bugger with the meaning of ‘an annoyingly awkward thing’. We'll have no vulgarity here thank you.
Pete is another. Possibly not all that fair to anyone called Pete, but as a stand in for F*** I find it does rather well in phrases such as “Oh for Pete’s sake”.
Anyway that’s not what was I gonna talk about.
This is.
It’s definitely feeling autumnal this week. Actually it’s been feeling pretty crap this week; the weathers been wet, windy and generally horrid and I’ve had a cold.
Even though it was dark on my walk home tonight I could definitely see more leaves had turned and more had fallen to the ground than yesterday. I did have every intention of having a waffle about conkers the other week but haven’t really had time. I still love seeing conkers when each year. Have to fight the urge to collect them. They are like shiny marbled jewels when they first fall. Bit of a disappointment the next day mind you, when they’ve gone dull old brown. Perhaps it’s that fleeting moment that makes them so appealing and exciting, the fact that you’ll have to wait another year to see it again.
Have always been rather partial to a game of conkers, haven’t played for a couple of years, and it’s a bit late now.
I was going to relate what I had read in the local press at the time, and godamnit i'm gonna do it now. Not really that interesting but it did get my goat a bit at the time.
According to the article the local council was employing guys to strip all the conkers from trees, at the cost of £100 per tree. There reasoning was so that they wouldn’t have to pay out any insurance claims after kids had thrown sticks through peoples windows whilst trying to knock conkers out of the tree. Surely removing most of the conkers (as well as being a bit of a spoil-sport idea) would just mean that the kids (and there dads) would have to throw more sticks to hit the few remaining conkers the conker pickers had missed. (Are you still following me, I know my grammar gets a little haywire at times, I often confuse myself!!)
Surely they could have spent our taxpayer’s money better. Umm I’m sounding like a sad little man living in a suburban cul-de-sac bungalow here…Err anyway all the conkers have gone now so lets move on.
Autumn.
I think it’s finally time to admit summer is officially over. It hasn’t done bad, British Summer Time finishes on Sunday. I may have to finally admit defeat on going out in a t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops (my official way of deciding whether it is summer or not). For anyone concerned I do tend to wear trousers with the flip-flops and t-shirt. I have been carrying an umbrella for a while but maybe it’s reached that point where I will definitely have to take an extra layer, even a coat for the miserable rain.
I may be rambling off a bit tonight. Nothing new there. Has just reminded me of seeing Robin Williamson (used to be in the Incredible String Band in the 60’s if that helps clarify who he is!!) at the storytelling festival. His storytelling style was a bit like that. He sat there with a harp and rambled through bits of folk tales, some of which never got finished, for about 2 hours. It was enchanting. He was such a good storyteller, so good at capturing your imagination and drawing you with him you didn’t care that only a few of the stories got completed. And the completed ones only got finished because he remembered he had meandered off and had gone back to them. I am in now way comparing my waffle to his storytelling; he held your attention with his stories whereas I could possibly bring about a catatonic state with mine. Talking of catatonic states, I think I might go and experience one myself now.
Goodnight
16 October 2006
arthouse
It’s funny that many of the times that I’m inspired to have a waffle here is normally after going to the pub. Not that I’m ever drunk when writing – perhaps a little tipsy on occasion but never drunk. I like to think that the flowing of creative juices in the writing department is actually down to the stimulating conversation in the pub rather than the alcohol, and I’m sticking with that!
Have been out tonight with Hamed tonight, to a bar called the ‘arthouse’. Rather nice too. Never new it existed till Hamed suggested we go there tonight. It’s rather a nice bar. A bit shabby round the edges, they play mostly jazz there and so as you should in such a place we sat and put the word to rights!! Have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. Haven’t had a good ‘setting the world to rights’ for far to long!! A nice end to another delightful weekend at Sainsbury’s!!!
I do wonder about the human race when sat on the customer service desk. Spent about 10 minutes on the phone yesterday with a lady who was adamant I passed on her feeling on the current problems with the packaging of our jelly and how she felt it could be improved. It’s hard work trying to sound concerned and interested for that amount of time I tell you. Anyway I have dutifully written down all her comments and sent it up for management to peruse!!! I’m sure they’ll be utterly delighted!!!!
Ah the delights of the customer service desk. It’s hard not to laugh when a man threatens to shop at Asda if you don’t change his euro for a pound coin. I think he went to Asda.
Anyway back to the real world. If anyone fancies a beer and I’m not at work, I’ll meet you in the ‘arthouse’ on western road!!
Have been out tonight with Hamed tonight, to a bar called the ‘arthouse’. Rather nice too. Never new it existed till Hamed suggested we go there tonight. It’s rather a nice bar. A bit shabby round the edges, they play mostly jazz there and so as you should in such a place we sat and put the word to rights!! Have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. Haven’t had a good ‘setting the world to rights’ for far to long!! A nice end to another delightful weekend at Sainsbury’s!!!
I do wonder about the human race when sat on the customer service desk. Spent about 10 minutes on the phone yesterday with a lady who was adamant I passed on her feeling on the current problems with the packaging of our jelly and how she felt it could be improved. It’s hard work trying to sound concerned and interested for that amount of time I tell you. Anyway I have dutifully written down all her comments and sent it up for management to peruse!!! I’m sure they’ll be utterly delighted!!!!
Ah the delights of the customer service desk. It’s hard not to laugh when a man threatens to shop at Asda if you don’t change his euro for a pound coin. I think he went to Asda.
Anyway back to the real world. If anyone fancies a beer and I’m not at work, I’ll meet you in the ‘arthouse’ on western road!!
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