The destination has been decided: Rich and I are headed to Malta for 3 days next week.
"1Once safely on shore, we found out that the island was called Malta. 2The islanders showed us unusual kindness. They built a fire and welcomed us all because it was raining and cold."
- Acts 28
Friday, December 30, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
ho ho ho
All right, so I didn't get to see any of my family for Christmas this year, but I did go kayaking on the Thames! What did YOU do for Christmas??
Friday, December 23, 2005
Eeeeek
Just saw this story on the CBC website...
It's unlikely that I would actually know the family involved, but I definitely know that junction/intersection - I grew up near there. It's terrible because cars and trucks come flying down the hill and don't stop at the lights. Say a prayer for this family...
And just a reminder to everyone to drive safely and soberly this holiday season!!
It's unlikely that I would actually know the family involved, but I definitely know that junction/intersection - I grew up near there. It's terrible because cars and trucks come flying down the hill and don't stop at the lights. Say a prayer for this family...
And just a reminder to everyone to drive safely and soberly this holiday season!!
It would be cool to hang them from the ceiling instead...
To all who were worried about me spending Christmas alone, feast your eyes on this setup:
That's a good haul no matter how you look at it!
Matt and Pip have gone away for Christmas so I am cat/house-sitting for them and co-opting their tree in the mean time. You know, it occurred to me just how odd a tradition it is to leave wrapped presents at the base of a tree...I mean, I'm sure there's reasons for why it started in the first place, but why not hang them from the ceiling instead? That seems no less random than bringing a tree into your house for the sole purpose of overseeing gifts. And yet, I found it strangely comforting once it was all set up...
Anyhow, I'm working tomorrow until 6pm, then I'm going to go to my friends' house for a traditional Polish Christmas dinner (which apparently has 12 dishes?!?!) and then probably midnight mass at Christchurch cathedral (mmmm...Anglican liturgy). Since Christmas day is my only day off, I plan on sleeping in until 1pm or so, opening my presents, talking to my fam on the phone and then going for a walk if it's nice outside. I also might call around to anyone who's still here and see if they'd like to go for a drink. Then it's back to work on the 26th.
Well that's all from here...Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!
That's a good haul no matter how you look at it!Matt and Pip have gone away for Christmas so I am cat/house-sitting for them and co-opting their tree in the mean time. You know, it occurred to me just how odd a tradition it is to leave wrapped presents at the base of a tree...I mean, I'm sure there's reasons for why it started in the first place, but why not hang them from the ceiling instead? That seems no less random than bringing a tree into your house for the sole purpose of overseeing gifts. And yet, I found it strangely comforting once it was all set up...
Anyhow, I'm working tomorrow until 6pm, then I'm going to go to my friends' house for a traditional Polish Christmas dinner (which apparently has 12 dishes?!?!) and then probably midnight mass at Christchurch cathedral (mmmm...Anglican liturgy). Since Christmas day is my only day off, I plan on sleeping in until 1pm or so, opening my presents, talking to my fam on the phone and then going for a walk if it's nice outside. I also might call around to anyone who's still here and see if they'd like to go for a drink. Then it's back to work on the 26th.
Well that's all from here...Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Dreaming of Adventure
Looking at the schedule at work today I realized that I am free from 12pm on Jan 3 and don't have to be back at work until 2pm on Jan 6. That's 74 hours off.
So I'm thinking Dublin, Geneva or Lisbon. Any comments on these destinations or suggestions of others? Keep in mind this 74 hours includes travel time to and from Oxford. Also keep in mind the time of year...
So I'm thinking Dublin, Geneva or Lisbon. Any comments on these destinations or suggestions of others? Keep in mind this 74 hours includes travel time to and from Oxford. Also keep in mind the time of year...
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Brilliant
Another genius is Spike Jonze.
Too bad he's a corporate sellout (I avoided using the word 'whore' because I know that my mother reads this site ;D)
Too bad he's a corporate sellout (I avoided using the word 'whore' because I know that my mother reads this site ;D)
Sweet release
A day off - ahhhhhh....
To continue the story, that £10 note was used after work this evening to purchase the best beer and kebab this kid has ever tasted.
Something else I'd like to share: the song "I Believe in Symmetry" by Bright Eyes has become a bit of an anthem for me as of late. Conor is a genius.
Listen here.
Sing along here.
I particularly love that last verse:
The levity of longing that
Distills each dream inside my head
By morning, watered down, forget
On silver stars I wish and wish and wish
To continue the story, that £10 note was used after work this evening to purchase the best beer and kebab this kid has ever tasted.
Something else I'd like to share: the song "I Believe in Symmetry" by Bright Eyes has become a bit of an anthem for me as of late. Conor is a genius.
Listen here.
Sing along here.
I particularly love that last verse:
The levity of longing that
Distills each dream inside my head
By morning, watered down, forget
On silver stars I wish and wish and wish
Monday, December 19, 2005
Surprises in the mail
I got 3 significant pieces of mail today.
The first was a tablecloth which my mother fashioned to put over my bedside table. Well I call it my bedside table, but it's actually just the box that my duvet came in. It is the perfect size and height for a bedside table though, and this cloth will make a nice covering.
The second was my ballot for the Canadian election (which is returned by placing an envelope within an envelope within an envelope). I've always voted NDP but I'm tempted to vote Liberal just to avoid a Conservative minority. However, I suppose I don't really believe in strategic voting.
The last and most peculiar piece was a plain white envelope with my name written in capital letters on the front. Inside was a £10 note and that was it. No card, no explanation, nothing! I would like to believe that it came from the lady who ripped me off £10 yesterday but that is rather unlikely seeing as how she doesn't know where I live. Regardless, I am grateful to the kind soul who did leave this for me and can assure him or her that the gesture is extremely appreciated. Merry Christmas indeed!
Here's a pic of the goods:
The first was a tablecloth which my mother fashioned to put over my bedside table. Well I call it my bedside table, but it's actually just the box that my duvet came in. It is the perfect size and height for a bedside table though, and this cloth will make a nice covering.
The second was my ballot for the Canadian election (which is returned by placing an envelope within an envelope within an envelope). I've always voted NDP but I'm tempted to vote Liberal just to avoid a Conservative minority. However, I suppose I don't really believe in strategic voting.
The last and most peculiar piece was a plain white envelope with my name written in capital letters on the front. Inside was a £10 note and that was it. No card, no explanation, nothing! I would like to believe that it came from the lady who ripped me off £10 yesterday but that is rather unlikely seeing as how she doesn't know where I live. Regardless, I am grateful to the kind soul who did leave this for me and can assure him or her that the gesture is extremely appreciated. Merry Christmas indeed!
Here's a pic of the goods:
Sunday, December 18, 2005
My friend Carol
Nothing makes a bad day better than belting out a few Christmas Carols with your friends.
Why I need a new job
Yesterday I went to in to work, despite it being my day off, to cover for my friend who was too ill to get out of bed. Now, I didn't have to do this, but I was the only person who could (all the other keyholders have left for christmas). Ultimately it made my friend feel better since she didn't have to come in, and the manager feel better since he didn't have to work a 14 hour day.
This is fine. I don't mind doing this because I hope that they would do the same for me if the situation were reversed. However, now I don't have another day off until Wednesday, which means today was day 5 in a row of 7.
This morning, a woman pulled the old "but I gave you a 20" routine. I told her that I was pretty sure she gave me a 10 and that we could take her number and she could come back at 1 when we cash up and see whether or not we were up or down. She became very rude and we got into a row about it, however during this time the queue was building and there was only one other guy working. In the end, I threw the 10 pound note on the counter, slammed the till drawer shut, and walked away. Sure enough when I was cashing up in the afternoon, we were £10 down. Now I've lost 2 hours of my wages because she is either stupid or evil.
Thanks a lot. Merry Christmas bitch.
Then, around 1:30pm, the guy who was supposed to come into work at 11 calls me to say he has the flu (fakes a cough) and says he won't be in today. Or tomorrow. I say fine, and tell him to call back and tell that to the manager when he gets in at 2:30. And I slam down the phone without listening to anything else he has to say. Of course, this wouldn't be an issue if the manager had hired more people to cover shifts, but he hasn't. And since most of the staff are gone for Christmas, that means we're pretty much screwed. He could hire more people now, but it usually takes a week or two to get the hang of it all. It wasn't so bad without him today because business was rather slow, but tomorrow all the kids will be out of school and people are going to be shopping like mad, so it's supposed to be one of the busiest days of the year. The girl I'm scheduled to be working with is good, but it will be her first shift in months since she's been away at university, so she's not exactly 'fresh.' And really, you need 3 people to close properly, so that means the two of us will be there for an extra hour or so to make sure everything gets done. Thanks a lot jackass.
And after all of that, I will still have another shift before I finally get a day off on Wednesday. Great.
This is why I need a new job...not just because of the stress, but because I hate the person it turns me into. I used to be light-hearted. I used to have faith in humanity but now I'm cynical and distrusting. I'm always on the lookout for the next person to steal 10 quid from me, or for someone to let me down cuz they just don't feel like upholding their end of the bargain. I hate being that bitter...I hate seeing the world through those lenses. I want to be able to dream again. To see the good in others and not always worry about my own well-being. To care and to make a difference in the world. Right now, none of that is happening.
This is fine. I don't mind doing this because I hope that they would do the same for me if the situation were reversed. However, now I don't have another day off until Wednesday, which means today was day 5 in a row of 7.
This morning, a woman pulled the old "but I gave you a 20" routine. I told her that I was pretty sure she gave me a 10 and that we could take her number and she could come back at 1 when we cash up and see whether or not we were up or down. She became very rude and we got into a row about it, however during this time the queue was building and there was only one other guy working. In the end, I threw the 10 pound note on the counter, slammed the till drawer shut, and walked away. Sure enough when I was cashing up in the afternoon, we were £10 down. Now I've lost 2 hours of my wages because she is either stupid or evil.
Thanks a lot. Merry Christmas bitch.
Then, around 1:30pm, the guy who was supposed to come into work at 11 calls me to say he has the flu (fakes a cough) and says he won't be in today. Or tomorrow. I say fine, and tell him to call back and tell that to the manager when he gets in at 2:30. And I slam down the phone without listening to anything else he has to say. Of course, this wouldn't be an issue if the manager had hired more people to cover shifts, but he hasn't. And since most of the staff are gone for Christmas, that means we're pretty much screwed. He could hire more people now, but it usually takes a week or two to get the hang of it all. It wasn't so bad without him today because business was rather slow, but tomorrow all the kids will be out of school and people are going to be shopping like mad, so it's supposed to be one of the busiest days of the year. The girl I'm scheduled to be working with is good, but it will be her first shift in months since she's been away at university, so she's not exactly 'fresh.' And really, you need 3 people to close properly, so that means the two of us will be there for an extra hour or so to make sure everything gets done. Thanks a lot jackass.
And after all of that, I will still have another shift before I finally get a day off on Wednesday. Great.
This is why I need a new job...not just because of the stress, but because I hate the person it turns me into. I used to be light-hearted. I used to have faith in humanity but now I'm cynical and distrusting. I'm always on the lookout for the next person to steal 10 quid from me, or for someone to let me down cuz they just don't feel like upholding their end of the bargain. I hate being that bitter...I hate seeing the world through those lenses. I want to be able to dream again. To see the good in others and not always worry about my own well-being. To care and to make a difference in the world. Right now, none of that is happening.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Multimedia
Wow, Rick Mercer is really helping me reach my multimedia goal! Here are some clips handpicked by me in case you didn't want to sift through all of them yourself (all quicktime links):
All of these clips are taken from here
Well, after watching all these clips I'm feeling rather patriotic....which is odd because I don't really believe in nationalism.
- A tribute to America's Ambassador to Canada
- A Day with Canada's Ambassor to America (this guy is hilarious!)
- On Denmark and the Gay Marriage Debate
- Rick Mercer and the actual Prime Minister of Canada
- The Prime Minister promoting Viagara...well, not really
All of these clips are taken from here
Well, after watching all these clips I'm feeling rather patriotic....which is odd because I don't really believe in nationalism.
Canadian Politics
Well, they've triggered an election in Canada to be held in the new year. I've already faxed my required paperwork in, so hopefully I should be receiving an absentee ballot by post in the next few weeks. In the mean time, here is an interesting story to keep you entertained.
A little background before you read it:
So one of the campaign promises of the Conservative Party was that rather than give families childcare, they would just cut them a cheque each month for a certain amount of money (based on their family size, number of children, etc.)
So, a member of the Liberal party (which, for my British readers, is basically the equivalent to Labour) shot back saying that the money probably wouldn't go to child care but rather to 'beer and popcorn.'
So, an anti-Liberal party blogger decided to set up an on-line petition to question the Liberal party leader (and current Canadian Prime Minister) whether he agrees with his aide who suggested that parents would choose beer over their kids.
HOWEVER, in response to that, a famous (well, within Canada at least) comedian/satirist named Rick Mercer (he's kind of like a Canadian version of Jon Stewart...see above for some online clips) decided to set up his OWN petition demanding that the interests of beer drinkers be taken into consideration by the candidates. It can be found at www.beernotkids.com
I guess I've pretty much summarized the whole article now. And perhaps it's funnier if you're actually a Canadian citizen...ah well...
A little background before you read it:
So one of the campaign promises of the Conservative Party was that rather than give families childcare, they would just cut them a cheque each month for a certain amount of money (based on their family size, number of children, etc.)
So, a member of the Liberal party (which, for my British readers, is basically the equivalent to Labour) shot back saying that the money probably wouldn't go to child care but rather to 'beer and popcorn.'
So, an anti-Liberal party blogger decided to set up an on-line petition to question the Liberal party leader (and current Canadian Prime Minister) whether he agrees with his aide who suggested that parents would choose beer over their kids.
HOWEVER, in response to that, a famous (well, within Canada at least) comedian/satirist named Rick Mercer (he's kind of like a Canadian version of Jon Stewart...see above for some online clips) decided to set up his OWN petition demanding that the interests of beer drinkers be taken into consideration by the candidates. It can be found at www.beernotkids.com
I guess I've pretty much summarized the whole article now. And perhaps it's funnier if you're actually a Canadian citizen...ah well...
Spruce it up
In an effort to make my blog more multimedic, i will try to continue to post more pictures/video/audio files.
As a free taste test, please enjoy this sample from Family Guy:
Download the MP3 by clicking here.
As a free taste test, please enjoy this sample from Family Guy:
Download the MP3 by clicking here.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Teaser
Well i STILL haven't got all my pictures up on my walls, but I thought that as a teaser I would post this pixelated picture of me brooding on the stairs in my room.
"Stairs in his room?!" you say?? Yes, it's all true....stay tuned for more.
"Stairs in his room?!" you say?? Yes, it's all true....stay tuned for more.
Good quotes
Just got off the phone with my friend Rich who I hadn't heard from since that night we played pool. He had a good quote which I told him I would probably put on my blog, and here it is:
"It sounds like you don't want to be a coffee bitch any more... so... ummm... stop it."
:D
Thanks man, I'm gonna try....
"It sounds like you don't want to be a coffee bitch any more... so... ummm... stop it."
:D
Thanks man, I'm gonna try....
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Truth on the Internet
I was reading through a message board on AintItCoolNews.com (cuz I'm a geek like that) and came across the following comment:
I chuckled to myself and thought "Far too little, far too often."
by seppukudkurosawa | December 8th, 2005 11:09:24 PM CST | |
| What do Christians have to do with Jesus? | ||
I chuckled to myself and thought "Far too little, far too often."
Friday, December 09, 2005
Meeting God at the pub
Well, I was having a rather shit day today so I decided to nip across the street for a pint of beer during my lunch. Now, this isn't really allowed, however the manager wasn't in today and there were other keyholders there, so I figured I could get away with it. And I can't tell you how much it helped the rest of my day.
As I was sitting there, the song Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve came on the stereo. I've heard it many times before, but the first verse really struck a chord with me today...
"Cuz it's a bittersweet symphony, this life,
trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die."
It just made me think about why I'm on this planet and what I'm meant to be doing with my life. It made me realize that working in the coffee shop is just a temporary means to an end... that there's so much more out there. When I got back to work I decided to put on the new U2 cd (which also really isn't allowed, but again, I'm so much the better for it) and rocked out for the afternoon.
I'll be back there in 10 hours from now to open up, but then at 3pm tomorrow I am off until Tuesday afternoon, so it isn't so bad. I think I'll spend most of my free time applying to new jobs...and exploring my own sense of wonder.
Langford out.
As I was sitting there, the song Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve came on the stereo. I've heard it many times before, but the first verse really struck a chord with me today...
"Cuz it's a bittersweet symphony, this life,
trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die."
It just made me think about why I'm on this planet and what I'm meant to be doing with my life. It made me realize that working in the coffee shop is just a temporary means to an end... that there's so much more out there. When I got back to work I decided to put on the new U2 cd (which also really isn't allowed, but again, I'm so much the better for it) and rocked out for the afternoon.
I'll be back there in 10 hours from now to open up, but then at 3pm tomorrow I am off until Tuesday afternoon, so it isn't so bad. I think I'll spend most of my free time applying to new jobs...and exploring my own sense of wonder.
Langford out.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Amusing conversations
I am currently on my break at work, using one of the internet terminals. My sole reason for doing so is to post this amusing conversation I had just moments ago.
Me (trying to choose my items for lunch): Aww man, are we out of fruit salad?
Katie: Yeah...but you can have one of these, we got them delivered by mistake...
Me: This is not so much a fruit salad as it is a BAG OF APPLES AND GRAPES.
Aga: Please! Don't be fussy.
Me (trying to choose my items for lunch): Aww man, are we out of fruit salad?
Katie: Yeah...but you can have one of these, we got them delivered by mistake...
Me: This is not so much a fruit salad as it is a BAG OF APPLES AND GRAPES.
Aga: Please! Don't be fussy.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Forgot one
I forgot one sign from yesterday's collection. I found this one while wandering around Hackney last year on Christmas day.
To quote Bart Simpson, "The ironing is delicious."
Click on the picture to get the big version.
If you still don't get it, might I duly recommend that you read 1984.
To quote Bart Simpson, "The ironing is delicious."
Click on the picture to get the big version.
If you still don't get it, might I duly recommend that you read 1984.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Signs
All right, my room is almost there but not quite ready to be photographed yet. To tide you over, here are some of the humourous signs I have photographed throughout my travels thus far.
This one from Stockholm I have already posted.
This one was in Brussels or Bruges....Belgian at any rate. Well, at least it's self-explanatory.
This one was from a fast-food joint menu in Lille, France I believe. Ok, I know that 'assiette' is french for plate or dish or whatever, but you really can't just shorten it like that. I was quite tempted to ask for the 'Ass Steak' or 'Ass Hamburger' but I think in the end I just went with a kebab or something...
This one is from Venice. Again, English clearly is not their first language, but at least they gave it a shot!
Ok, so technically this isn't a sign but rather grafitti (from Pisa, Italy). Still I thought it was cool enough to include. I remain undetermined as to whether that is hair or fire on the first person's head. Sometimes I like to think it's fire.
Lastly, apparently God doesn't approve of bare shoulders and knees. Or at least the Pope doesn't.
Ok that's all for now...pictures of my new digs soon!
This one from Stockholm I have already posted.
This one was in Brussels or Bruges....Belgian at any rate. Well, at least it's self-explanatory.
This one was from a fast-food joint menu in Lille, France I believe. Ok, I know that 'assiette' is french for plate or dish or whatever, but you really can't just shorten it like that. I was quite tempted to ask for the 'Ass Steak' or 'Ass Hamburger' but I think in the end I just went with a kebab or something...
This one is from Venice. Again, English clearly is not their first language, but at least they gave it a shot!
Ok, so technically this isn't a sign but rather grafitti (from Pisa, Italy). Still I thought it was cool enough to include. I remain undetermined as to whether that is hair or fire on the first person's head. Sometimes I like to think it's fire.
Lastly, apparently God doesn't approve of bare shoulders and knees. Or at least the Pope doesn't.
Ok that's all for now...pictures of my new digs soon!
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Voila
Preamble: I had 3+ pints and no supper after a 8 1/2 hour work day, please take this into consideration.
Well, after work I went to the pool hall to meet my mate Rich, and his two friends. We played some 2-on-2 pool and had a good time., don't get me wrong. Two things to mention tho:
1.) There was a lot of 'male' activity going on. Even in jest, I've just never been able to get into competition. Maybe it's my socialist leanings or maybe it's the fact that I was raised by a single woman, but I simply don't get the whole need-for-superiority thing...
2.) There was a girl who was playing the fruit machine (slot machine for my North American counterparts) in the bar. After winning the £250 jackpot (the maximum you could win) she STILL continued to put money into the machine. It would be easy to make fun of her, but honestly I just felt sorry for her. Everyone knows that once you win the big prize, you walk away...you're not gonna do better than that. I hate to see people deceived out of their money.
And completely unrelated to any of this, I have come to the conclusion that I am a diasporic intellectual.
Well, after work I went to the pool hall to meet my mate Rich, and his two friends. We played some 2-on-2 pool and had a good time., don't get me wrong. Two things to mention tho:
1.) There was a lot of 'male' activity going on. Even in jest, I've just never been able to get into competition. Maybe it's my socialist leanings or maybe it's the fact that I was raised by a single woman, but I simply don't get the whole need-for-superiority thing...
2.) There was a girl who was playing the fruit machine (slot machine for my North American counterparts) in the bar. After winning the £250 jackpot (the maximum you could win) she STILL continued to put money into the machine. It would be easy to make fun of her, but honestly I just felt sorry for her. Everyone knows that once you win the big prize, you walk away...you're not gonna do better than that. I hate to see people deceived out of their money.
And completely unrelated to any of this, I have come to the conclusion that I am a diasporic intellectual.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Londontown
Well it turns out that I have 2 days off in a row! Which is good, cuz I'm going to need them before working on Saturday.
It was the Swedish girls' last shift at the coffee shop yesterday, and although I hadn't worked with them a whole lot, I offered to take them out for a drink last night to celebrate. Well, one thing led to another and suddenly it was 3am and we were still at the bar...
Over the course of the evening, I somehow got invited to go Christmas shopping in London with them today, and since I've been wanting to go back to London for some time now and had the day off, I figured why not!
So yes, after very few hours sleep I reawoke and met them on the bus to London. Most of the day was spent in girls' clothing stores along Oxford St., but I knew that's what I was getting into and therefore couldn't really complain. We had lunch at Subway and dinner at the Knightsbridge cafe. We also stopped by Picadilly Circus and Harrod's to see all the Christmas stuff. I'm knackered but honestly, you can do a lot worse than spending the day watching Swedish girls try on different clothes in London...
So it's early to bed tonight and then early to rise tomorrow...I have to sort out a bunch of paperwork for the job and the flat as well as finish decorating and cleaning it up - not a very eventful day to be sure, but I need a lowkey one after the last week...
Also, if you have a few free minutes, I suggest you check out this post by my friend Rich - it is both interesting and hilarious. Here is a sample to whet your appetite:
"No one can judge the exact amount of room it takes to pass a truck and get back on the right side of the road as well as he can. After the first few trouser filling moments of seeing this skill, I relax. Jane, having driven with you in London and seen how nervous you get, don't go to Indonesia...
Akok is also very fond of The Horn, as is, it seems, the whole of Java. Akok uses The Horn at the following times: When something is in the way. When something might be in the way. When he wants attention. When it is raining. When it is dark. When the Cranberries are on the tape deck. When he's happy. Akok is always happy."
It was the Swedish girls' last shift at the coffee shop yesterday, and although I hadn't worked with them a whole lot, I offered to take them out for a drink last night to celebrate. Well, one thing led to another and suddenly it was 3am and we were still at the bar...
Over the course of the evening, I somehow got invited to go Christmas shopping in London with them today, and since I've been wanting to go back to London for some time now and had the day off, I figured why not!
So yes, after very few hours sleep I reawoke and met them on the bus to London. Most of the day was spent in girls' clothing stores along Oxford St., but I knew that's what I was getting into and therefore couldn't really complain. We had lunch at Subway and dinner at the Knightsbridge cafe. We also stopped by Picadilly Circus and Harrod's to see all the Christmas stuff. I'm knackered but honestly, you can do a lot worse than spending the day watching Swedish girls try on different clothes in London...
So it's early to bed tonight and then early to rise tomorrow...I have to sort out a bunch of paperwork for the job and the flat as well as finish decorating and cleaning it up - not a very eventful day to be sure, but I need a lowkey one after the last week...
Also, if you have a few free minutes, I suggest you check out this post by my friend Rich - it is both interesting and hilarious. Here is a sample to whet your appetite:
"No one can judge the exact amount of room it takes to pass a truck and get back on the right side of the road as well as he can. After the first few trouser filling moments of seeing this skill, I relax. Jane, having driven with you in London and seen how nervous you get, don't go to Indonesia...
Akok is also very fond of The Horn, as is, it seems, the whole of Java. Akok uses The Horn at the following times: When something is in the way. When something might be in the way. When he wants attention. When it is raining. When it is dark. When the Cranberries are on the tape deck. When he's happy. Akok is always happy."
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