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Posts archive for: October, 2007
  • Evenin' All!

    First off - HAPPY SAMHAIN!

    Right, that's the formalities over with, let's get wrecked!

    -o0o-

    So, how's my day been?

    Erm... a little bit of this, a little bit of that and as usual not even a chance for a little bit of the other >:-(

    Budgetary-type discussions have been going on behind my back as to whether to replace the aging A0 plotter in my office. It needs replacing, HP don't make spares for it any more.
    But, they argue, no-one uses it these days.

    This morning I got a call for two copies of an archived report. Three annexes of which needed to be printed off on - you guessed it - the A0 plotter in my office :roll:

    Solomon, who left us a couple of months ago, has been replaced. We gave the new guy the benefit of the doubt for the first few weeks, but now it would appear that Son of Solomon has most of us calling for Solomon's return >:(

    Spent most of the early evening texting L :**:
    She's still got her pet neanderthal, and I doubt if that will change soon, but I'm sure they won't last long. Still, can't dwell on that too much.

    This fits the season and my mood (and I bloody love the song, I don't care!)

    Wibble.

  • Quick, while I've still got a chance!

    WooHoo! I'm connected in the office again! B)

    How long is it going to last? :|

    Meh! Who knows?

    Time to catch up, methinks... :>

  • Bleedin' technology! What's that about then?

    Internet connection at work is still screwed up. Managed to get connected fro a couple of hours yesterday morning, but since then nothin'. Zilch. Nix. Nada.

    Still, at least they've stopped blaming me for it. :roll:

    Anyway. Payday tomorrow, so I'll be back to my old blogging habits. May have to cut down on the cider a bit though, if I want to last a whole month without the shock that I got at the cashpoint last week. :oops:

    And I shall leave you tonight with one of my favourites:


    Catch ya tomorrow! Provided they can fix the problems at work, that is! :>

  • Months of this to come.

    Bloody fireworks over the weekend. :##

    OK, Diwali being the Festival of Light, I can understand it to a certain extent. But I'm absolutely certain that it never used to be like this until a few years ago.

    I'm sure though, that some people are not celebrating Diwali, but just getting themselves pumped up and ready for Halloween - since when was that celebrated with fireworks as a matter of course?

    That'll be followed swiftly by November 5th - another one that I can and do understand the signifcance of having fireworks for.

    And then it'll probably be nothing but fireworks in the build-up to Christmas followed swiftly by New Year and then Chinese New Year.

    It's just going to be three solid months of once-quiet nights torn asunder by sudden whooshes, whistles and aerial bombardments making our towns and cities sound even more like war-zones.

    And here's me trying to get little Penny out from behind the sofa, or at least putting a towel over the electrical extension leads. The poor dog is absolutely terrified by the sound of them, even on the telly.

    That is the only reason for me to dislike this time of year.

    Don't get me wrong, I enjoy fireworks. I just don't like seeing my pets in distress because of them.

  • Sweeties!

    Me and my sweet tooth have got to try this sometime soon!

    Pimp That Snack - Uber Rainbowdrop

    Awesome! :D

    *drools*

  • Not worth taking part now.

    Damn! :##

    I've just realised that this week has been National Curry Week. >:(

    I could have had so much fun with that :>, but it's just not worth bothering now, is it?

    Bugger. :**:

  • WooHoo!

    The guy came to install my new copier this morning (at bleedin' last!)

    It's now up and running! Yippee!

    That means I can start on this backlog of print jobs.

    Bugger.

    Time for a ciggie first, I think.

  • For all you cat lovers...

    Hehe!

    My best score so far is 90.

    Cat Bowling

    I was bored, OK?

  • I think I've worked out...

    ...what that Shakespear dream was about, or rather what it was a mixture of.

    1, I hated English Lit at school, Shakespear being one of my bugbears, though I know he's one of the literary greats,
    2, I once tried to read The Da Vinci Code. Hated it so much that I gave up half way through,
    3, watching re-runs of The Prisoner,
    and 4, a recurring nightmare about escalators, particularly on the London Underground, that I still haven't got to the bottom of. Or the top for that matter, I'm always halfway up or down the wrong one.

    Still puzzling to get them all in one nightmare, though. :-/

  • Plan for the evening.

    I must get a couple of bottles of cider on the way home, 'cuz I'm not drinking cans of bitter all evening like last night. They did funny things to my head.

    I had some very strange and vivid dreams last night, and I can still remember them, that's how vivid they were. And when I say strange, I mean plain downright weird!

    The first one I was being chased by Welshmen angry at me for comparing them with, of all things, Mexicans. :??: And as they drew nearer I could hear them saying they'd rather be compared with goats, because they're nimble on their feet 'cuz of the mountains. :crazy:

    After waking from that one in a cold sweat I drifted back off to sleep.

    Whereupon I started to dream of researching Shakespear's "The Tempest" and there being a reference to Shakespear being "the 6" and Bacon was "the 7" and encrypted in the play was reference to what would come to pass with the coming of "the 401".
    This led to a chase through the London Underground and me being worried as I was "the 397". |-|

    Don't ask, I have no idea where any of that came from.

    I'm swearing off bitter from now on.

  • More techie stuff.

    I had my nice brand new shiny copier wot arrived on Friday put together and plugged in by the engineer on Monday. He had a few problems getting it linked to my PC though, so he gave up and said that he'd send someone to sort it out first thing in the morning.

    I hadn't really been paying too much attention to what he was doing, as obviously he would know better than me. Or so you would think.

    I know I told him that I wanted it connected to my PC, so why, after he left, did I discover that he'd connected it to a dead phone socket on the wall? :roll:

    So I waited yesterday morning for one of his colleagues to come along and sort it out.

    Then I waited yesterday afternoon.

    Phoned them up this morning to see what was going on only to be told that they thought that the job had been completed! GAH!!! :##

    Hopefully they'll be out to see to it first thing tomorrow. I won't hold my breath though.

    Techies, eh? Doncher jus' luv 'em?

  • Technical Glitches and The End-of-Month Blues...

    ...have kept me away from blogland for a bit.

    Internet connection at work dropped out at about half nine yesterday and has only just flickered back to life.

    Not a problem, thinks I. I shall have to wait until can get down the pub this evening.

    *checks wallet*

    Bugger.

    *checks bank balance*

    AAAAAAAAARRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggh! Where the >:XX has it all gone?

    Suddenly I remember how much time I've spent blogging down the pub this month. The Wi-Fi may be free, but the cider ain't! :roll:

    Still, hopefully the connection at work has been more than just temporarily fixed. It just means very few evening blogs. Ho-hum.

  • Happened again.

    Popped out of the office at quarter to five this evening to go to the littlest room only to find that everybody had gone home without letting me know.

    Not only that, but they'd turned the lights off in the corridors, stairwells AND the toilets! :##

    Had to go by feel.

    Feeling for the light switches that is! ;)

  • Specially for someone special and I don't care if this isn't a friends only post

    Mainly because she's not going to see it but I want to do it anyway so nyer!

    L, I miss you being more than just a friend.


  • A few nautical expressions

    Britain has a fine naval history which is reflected in more than just a few common phrases which sometimes get misunderstood. The following is a list of some of the more common ones.

    Ship-shape and Bristol fashioned: In the days of the great sailing ships the British, being an island race, were particularly skilled at maritime design. British ships dominated the high seas globally. The best of the best were crafted rather than built, such was the quality of the shipwrights of the day, in Bristol. Therefore if anything is of superior quality and tidyness it is said to be "Ship-shaped, Bristol fashion."

    Above Board and enough room to swing a cat: These two can be linked together in one explanation. The cat was a whip which was split into three at its tip and each of these strands was further split into three, so each lash inflicted nine strokes at once giving rise to the name "cat o' nine tails".
    Any misdemeanour that was brought before the captain would possibly be punishble not by walking the plank - that's a total myth, after all why waste the manpower? - but by a lashing. In order that the punishment was seen to be done it was performed on the open top deck, or above board, where all could see. As well as that, it couldn't be done on the gun decks because there wasn't enough room to swing a cat.

    Son of a gun: This one is debatable, but as I understand it in peacetime, when it wasn't considered so unlucky to have women on board ships, occasionally a woman would end up with child after an illicit liaison or two ;). The place that gave the most privacy for the birth of a child was on the gun deck, between the cannons. If the mother could not or would not name the father of the child the birth certificate would be filled in with the father's name as "A Gun".

    The sun's over the yard arm: As in "The sun's over the yard arm, time for a snifter." This dates back to the days of the rum ration (actually that's only recently been revoked by the Royal Navy). Each seaman was entitled to beer and rum, especially on longer voyages as they may have been on the seas for weeks on end, but you couldn't drink what you were floating on as desalination systems hadn't been invented. This was doled out to the sailors from around lunchtime onwards. If the sun had not risen above the yardarm, the arm on the main mast which sticks out a yard, then it was deemed too early for the ration to be given.

    Brass Monkeys: As in "cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey."
    Yet again this is debatable, but it's the most plausible explanation I've come across.
    In the days of galleons and cannons, the cannonballs were stowed on trays called monkeys. These monkeys were made of brass in order for them a) to be slid easily over the wooden boards of the gun decks and b) not to spark against the cast iron cannonballs. Unfortunately in cold weather brass contracts more than cast iron, so as the temprature dropped the balls would fall off the brass monkeys.

  • What happened there?

    GAH! Lewis missed out by a single point! That decision to stay out on worn-out tyres two weeks ago combined with whatever that technical glitch early on in today's race has cost him the championship. Still a bloody good result for the rookie to finish second.

    It was good to see some emotion from Kimi as he celebrated his winning not only of the race, but also the driver championship.

    Who says Formula One is only about cars following each other round and round for a couple of hours? This has been one of the most exciting seasons for years.

  • Still rocks to this day

    The ultimate instrumental group.

    They don't write 'em like that any more...


    *eyes fill with tears of nostalgia*

  • Purged and feeling terrible for it.

    I've just been through my friends list and deleted those that I haven't been in touch with for a while and some that I feel really don't deserve an arse like me as a friend. If any of those who I've just deleted still want to maintain contact invite me back, though I may be a little reluctant to accept.

    Apologies if anyone has taken offence.

  • Rocking out on a Saturday

    One of the best rock instrumentals of all time...


  • British Sausage Week Finale or "Going Out With A Banger"

    Special treat for lunch today. Toad-in-the-Hole.

    Lincolshire sausages in a Yorkshire pudding with cheesy mashed potatoes, fried onion, peas and carrots. This is not just food, it's not even M&S food, it's manna from heaven. :yes:

    I didn't have onion gravy with it, though, as I'm not too keen on gravy. Each to his own, eh?

    And so ends British Sausage Week.

    Total number of days celebrated - 5, I missed the start of it to my shame! :no:
    Number of snorkers consumed - 20 (not including party-size sausage rolls, I lost count of those at about thirty on Wednesday)
    Number of different types - 5
    Change of appearance noticed - I'm looking a little porky, but I put that down to relaxed muscle. Very relaxed muscle. I suppose the drink didn't exactly help either, but what the hey!

    Conclusion - British Sausage Week was a great success, but next year I should try to start when BSW starts. ;)

    I've just re-read the title. I did that once and never realised why people called her Martini :roll:

  • Oh well.

    That's it.

    Battery's fried.

    I'm going home.

    Later, folks! :wave:

  • Drawdown of British Sausage Week

    Tomorrow (Saturday) will be the final day of British Sausage Week and My posts will return to normality until this time next year.

    I'm not going to say that I won't mention sausages until then, because undoubtedly I will. I just won't be doing it every day.

    Thank you for your co-operation and tolerance.

    Weird Music and Video by Les Claypool and Sausage - Riddles Are Abound Tonight. (It was the first sausage related bit of music I could find, OK?)


  • Silly me!

    :roll:

    Half past four finish on a Friday innit?

    I was just about to pop out for a ciggie when I noticed everyone but me has adopted the attitude of "they say half past but really they mean four o'clock" and buggered off without even thinking of telling me that I am, yet again, the last person in the building. :**:

  • BRITISH Sausage week, Wogan!

    This morning on the way to work I was listening to Terry Wogan on Radio 2 (yes - I'm a TOG) and all this week he has, like me, been informing all and sundry that it's British Sausage Week. So what was he doing yesterday tucking in to Polish smoked sausages, and this morning Spanish spiced sausages. It's BRITISH Sausage Week! :## Accept no imitations. Not even a sneaky frankfurter. :no:

  • It's here! At last!

    YAY! :D :D :D

    My brand-new, all singing, all dancing copier has been delivered at last! Wooo! :D

    Don't know what it's capable of yet, though. Gotta wait until the techie guy comes round to link it to my PC, but it looks good.

    Four, (count'em - 4!) paper trays, stapler/booklet maker, automatic hole puncher and everyfink!

    I am such a happy little bunny now. :D

    .

    And if that's what I'm like now, just imagine what I'll be like on Monday when it gets plugged in! :crazy:

  • Neck it!

    Apparently binge drinking is on the increase.
    I wouldn't know, I've never seen binge on sale in any of the pubs I've been to.

    The worst offenders now are not the usual scapegoats suspects people who you would think don't know any better. No, it's the 30-45 year old age group that are the main culprits of late-night drunken revelry. I fall into that subset (must be the wobbly pavements around here! ;).)

    It is officially at its worst in the Woking/Guildford area. I fall in to that subset, too. (I was pushed, mate. Sorry, did I shpill yer pint? I'll get you annuvver *hic*)

    Better dash before they call time...

    Shit, mished it! :))

  • A little annoyed

    Several annoyances came into my life over the last couple of hours.

    Annoyance 1: Fella down the pub, a bit older than me but not much, letting his 3-year-old son run riot - and I mean that literally. Little sod was running in and out of the tables and chairs, back and forth to the bar and even at one stage behind the bar and off into the kitchen! And no-one but me said a word about it. What did I get for my troubles? Nothing but a torrent of verbal abuse from the father of said child. I know it's written that we should suffer little children, but surely there are limits. I don't need to suffer that >:XX much, do I? :##

    Annoyance 2: Woman/girl (you decide!) on the next table talking like a character from the Catherine Tate show. Ye gods, how has the level of conversational English descended that low that quick? Of the little snippets that I had to endure because I needed to change the CD I was listening to was this little gem - "I woz like, 'whatevvah,' an' 'e woz like 'and?' so I sez 'do I look bovva'd!'" Sheesh! Send her back to charm school, I think her training's worn off! :##

    Annoyance 3: Leaving the pub, a cyclist not using any form of signalling turned left into a one way street the wrong way whilst a pedestrian (me) was more than half way across the mouth of the junction. Almost knocked me down, the bugger. And when I shouted out at him, I was given another barrage of abuse in response :##. See? It's not a practice that's confined to London! :roll:

    Annoyance 4: Woman walking a dog (West Highland Terrier) down a crowded pavement on an extendable lead without locking it to a fixed length :##. How many innocent people is she trying to trip up? How many times does she want that poor dog to suffer being choked by people tripping over its lead? :crazy:

    Give me strength!

    Sausage roll, anyone?

  • Early start

    Got up a bit earlier than usual this morning feeling a little peckish, so I made myself a nice breakfast. First time I've had a real breakfast for oooh, who knows how long!

    Sausage, mushrooms stuffed with garlic butter and cheese, fried egg, tomato and fried bread. All washed down with a chilled glass of fresh - and I do mean fresh, not out of a carton, out of an orange - orange juice. (I resisted the temptation of adding vodka to that! )

    I'm now suitably set up for another day of waiting for my new photocopier to arrive.

    Must remember to stop off on the way home for some more sausages.

    And some cider would be handy, too.

  • Another contribution to BSW