New to the site? Delve into the archive Information about me List of collected quotations My poetry sites Other links: The ineffable Michelle Infinite Fish The Echelon Project The 80s (my era) Move to Mars See Ann Widdecombe dance Think I complain a lot? The Yarn |
Wednesday 5.9.01 The German word for indigestion is Magenverstimmung. There is something fantastically and disgustingly clinical about German - for those of who not overly versed in things teutonic, you can translate Magenverstimmung, strictly speaking, as 'giving voice to the stomach.' So the next time you see an enormous Bavarian emitting huge belches after a meal, seemingly in pain, you'll know what to do about it. Don't say you never learn anything from me. Thursday 6.9.01 If you drop a cat, it lands on its feet, right? And if you drop a piece of buttered bread, it lands butter-side down, yeah? Now, you must understand that I'm not in the habit of doing this sort of thing, but if you tied a piece of bread to a cat, butter side up, and dropped them, then... By the way, this is probably the most scientific I have been since I was about 14 (I scraped through GCSE with about 1/2 a percent above the pass-mark), so a little respect is due! Friday 7.9.01 Bizarrely novel experience last night of listening to someone (that being Kath) write an email. We were having a reasonably normal conversation (well, normal for us - probably if our phones were bugged by the Government we'd both be in institutions by now) and suddenly she says 'Work, you bitch!' or something similar. Although she does occasionally shred me to bits without reason, generally she only resorts to names when she knows she's losing an argument. So I ask her what's wrong, and I get something like 'It's my bloody email!' For the next, oh, 20 minutes or so, I sit there having a four-way converstaion with her, her sister and the computer sitting on her desk. Thanks Kath, I feel my life is more complete now... Saturday 8.9.01 Mad night at work last night. Was someone's leaving do so went, bizarrely, to the NAMCO station just next to the London Eye (aaaagh!) and then on to somewhere called Shinky Shonky's which I didn't have the money or energy to go to. Oh yeah, and spent about half an hour trying to convince this guy (while still working this was) that the item he wanted didn't actually exist. Even though I, my colleagues and the bloody computer said it wasn't available and never had been in the history of the world, he insisted that his store back home had told him it was on sale in Britain. And - surprise! - he was French. Just fancy that! Sunday 9.9.01 Aaaargh, I move back in two weeks today. Haven't thought about what to take or anything like that, even less about how on earth I'm going to get it into the car. And, just to make life more interesting, I have agreed to work on the day I am moving in from 12-6. I definitely can't complain as I actually swapped it round like that so I could have a jaunt to Bristol next weekend, but let's just say it's going to make the logistics of moving in a little more complex, so say the least... Monday 10.9.01 The farce of the American preidency goes on. Since George Bush came to power, the US unemployment rate has skyrocketed. Now, although I'm not putitng forward the insanely radical argument that this is all Dubya's fault, but doesn't the fact that everything seems to have fallen apart at the seems somewhat since he came to power say a lot? I mean, obviously, I'm just talking about little things: the global economy, relations with Russia, Europe and China, that sort of triviality... Oh yeah, I meant to say yesterday. I appreciate that I'm not much of a film buff, but if you haven't seen What Women Want - don't bother. It's not that it's crap, just....mildly chronic. Tuesday 11.9.01 One of those aaaagh-you-make-me-feel-like-I'm-a-clapped-out-geriatric days yesterday, as I met with my old friend Andy from school. We both succeeded and ranting about how much the place had changed and how it was so much better in the good ol' days, and yet I only left a year ago, Andy the year before me. Oh dear. Anyway, this paroxysm of rant and reminiscence had the effect of me wanting to see who else was out there from school - i.e. logging onto Friends Reunited and seeing who else was on there. Apparently, this has become the most popular website in the UK at the moment, and not being one to follow trends or anything, I decided to take a look. It's not a bad site in design terms, but I reckon it could be a lot better, he says a touch hypocritically. But there wasn't anyone I particularly wanted to meet up with again, so I left it. Unfortunately, my details are now on there, so I will get even more loony emails from people I don't know. Plus ca change... |
