I’ve got a new computer. I have very little to say but much to drool about. Oh dear, I think I’ve lost my senses. If I was back up north, someone would be saying: “Pack it in woman!”
So there I was in the kitchen, doing another load of washing when suddenly I catch the sight of a guy holding onto a bag and belting it down the back street.
“You look like a thief!” I thought to myself, but then instantly reprimanded myself for the thought, because after all he could be late for some special occasion. But about half a second after, I see a policeman chasing after him in earnest.
Meh! He’s a thief.
It’s November and it’s pouring and windy outside. Somebody’s left their magenta coat outside to dry, but I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. As we are soon to enter winter it has certainly been a quiet autumn this year. The trick & treaters who normally dress up and run around at the end of October didn’t appear, and the usual celebrations at the beginning of November which turns London into sounding like a war zone didn’t happen either. Well, there was 3 hours of ‘pew pew pew-ing’, but it started early and finished early, unusually pleasant. It normally goes on to the early hours of the morning, and the sounds of revelry continue on longer than that. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the credit crunch has shown another positive*.
*The first positive being on how money should be handled correctly.
I’ve recently been watching Monkey Life, a show about the lives, dramas and plight of the monkeys and apes that live in Monkey World a centre in Dorset.
From the toddling chimps that love to roll and play all day and night, to the orangutangs whose problem solving skills would give them an ‘A’ score at the local comprehensive, it is sad to see the background that some of these cousins have been rescued from. However, it is uplifting to see the work at the centre, that they are able to offer places for those who cannot return to the wild.
Indeed, at the rate things are going now, there might not be much wilderness left out there for them or us.
A while back, I was having a discussion with my brother about caffeine, and somewhere along the lines of how much caffeine in a tea verses coffee, came the answer that coffee gave a pretty instant hit while tea released caffeine over six times the amount of time given. The answer was provided by an experiment conducted by a friend of his at university who happened to be a chemistry student. To which I went: “So that’s what chemistry students are for!” In a tone that suggested that one of Lifes great mysteries were answered.
Today I took the train to London. I’ve travelled on the train plenty of times, but never on the 1st January, and what a journey it was. My first thought on boarding was along the lines of: “… there seems to be quite a number of people on here..”, but as the train slowly pulled out of the station and I was stuck in the side cabins fighting for some corner I suddenly realised: “I’m on the tube!” A frightening thought indeed, especially since the journey was to take 3 hours.
Travelling on public holidays is a no no.
I am not impressed with the service that Ikea gives. I’ve been looking for a piece of furniture for 4-5 months now. First they tell me to keep checking into the store (which isn’t very convenient for me). Then they finally…
Then they finally cracked me in. So much so, that I have erased that particularly unpleasantness from my brain.
Yesterday was the night of the departments do …
Indeed it was. A fun night, a lot of hitting golf balls onto a screen and your virtual ball played off the rest of the move. Personally I would have liked the real thing, but when you’re in the middle of Soho in an underground basement, this is as good as you can get. The night moved onto a bar with plenty of introductions for us all to the same drink by the same two persons within our team. The DJ had it so loud, you couldn’t oppose to further helpings, still it was tasty.
That ache in your inbox
Hmm… *brushes dust off* I think this was about a year ago, actually it was more than a year ago, it was around March/April 2007.
Today I decided to upgrade my normal bowl of porridge with a croissant. I have recently discovered that you can either pay 1.20 at Starbucks for a cold hard croissant, or 80p at Pret a Manger for a warm soft one. Not a hard decision for my purse strings obviously.
