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22 July 2007 @ 11:33 pm
22 June 2007 @ 05:17 pm
With all the water and toilet facilities being out of order in the building I had to trundle off to nearby facilities. There was a strange person in there washing their face.

When I went to dry my hands in the machine I put them underneath and the blower gave me a jet of hot air directly in the face. Good thing I do not wear a wig.
21 June 2007 @ 04:23 pm
I have always wondered what type of person buys the Telegraph, the Daily Express and the People newspapers amongst others. I found out on yesterday that the people who buy the Telegraph are the ones who get a free large bottle of water in WHSmiths along with it. It might have something to do with the cricket too.

What do scrap metal merchants actually do? The machines seem to move little bits of scrap near huge mounds of scrap they couldn't possibly have created. Do they just move stuff around? Like rearranging deckchairs on the Titanic?

Now (not) playing: "Here's where the story ends" by Tin Tin Out feat Shelley Nelson
31 May 2007 @ 11:48 pm
Avast! For I have seen Pirates 3 and had a loo break in the middle.

I drove home on my own as we had all taken separate cars, sorry Al Gore, and had a mini moment.

Several things all came together; driving slowly in a nice car with full beam vividly highlighting the road ahead with not another vehicle to be seen, driving down a road meant for tractors through some wide open fields with the odd sight and sound of nocturnal animals, a dark cornflower sky with a bright orange and very nearly full moon being slightly obscured by a smattering of horizontal clouds and the feeling that it wasn't too late in the evening.  When it was nice just to be.  I thought about stopping but that would have ruined it.

The feeling of being content yet slightly unhappy to be alone.  The melancholic vibes leaving the speakers and enveloping me, creating an outer feeling echoing what was inside.

A moment, a feeling, that I had a few weeks before whilst working extremely hard behind a bar in a marquee.  It came after what felt like, and what most probably was, several hours of work.  As the night was drawing to an end and the two thousand or so people very tightly packed in front of the bar were well lubricated, I stood there.  It all went quiet for me alone as I realised that I was surrounded by more people than I had been for several months and yet in that moment I felt so very alone.

Despite the droning on, and having not yet seen Pirates 2, I still think Pirates 3 was pretty good for a three hour movie.  No orange maids at half time though.
29 May 2007 @ 07:15 pm
I stepped outside the building for lunch and it started to hail on me.  Heavily.  It's kind of weird walking round looking at everyone being scared of a bit of weather.  People were looking out of windows as if their world was about to suddenly come to an abrupt end.  Or, maybe, that the food from the restaurant was of its standard fare. 

People in suits hiding under trees a bare thirty metres from the front door of the building who didn't want to get wet.  Not one jot.  There's something peculiarly funny about someone in a suit standing haunched under a tree carrying a briefcase in May, hiding from a severe hail storm.

Anyways, I got cash form the hole in the wall, walked to the car, and drove to a neighbouring village for a haircut.  On the way it suddenly dried out.  I had to explain that there was a severe hail storm not a mile up the road to the hairdresser. 

Can't wait for the snow in June!
24 May 2007 @ 10:25 pm
This blog is to post the odd musing I have been having.  One that has had me thinking is why do you never see white dog poo anymore?  One theory I have heard is that there's less lime in dog food.  It's a poser...

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