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Well, not really. As I jumped up to the window with increased urgency this morning, I wondered to myself why people do get so excited about a bit of snow. My conclusion was that for most people (especially Londoners who suffer very feeble snowfall) the arrival of a layer of snow tends to be a once or twice a year event. So for someone of my age that means only about 50 days of snow in total. Compared to how often you catch a bus or how often you use the loo, that’s pretty a rare event. Hence the novelty value. Do you see?
Of course for every excited person there are plenty of complainers, but we’ll ignore them as no one likes a misery guts.
I feel like I should be heading somewhere with this, but unfortunately I’m not.
January 24th, 2007
I know my posts have been a bit depressing recently, so I thought I’d share some positive things. Above are two (yes, 2) free gifts that I received this week. Both surprises.
1. Free pen from George, my barber on Bermondsey Street
George: You want free pen?
Me: (Expecting him to give me a ‘George the barber’ pen) Yes please!
George: Here you go… (thrusting a carrier bag full of pens in my direction)
I reached inside and pulled out the pen you see above.
George: They’re not my pens, but they good pens!
Me: Thanks.
2. Free puncture repair kit with new jeans
This is what you get when you order clothes from a BMX bike shop. Need to dust off the bike actually. Should cycle to work while I still live within cycling distance. I think I’ve probably forgotten how to ride it.
January 14th, 2007
Yes, yes, I know Christmas is supposed to be over now but that doesn’t mean we can’t stock up ready for next year. Twelfth night is not even upon us, the tree is still twinkling in the corner and The Green Wing Christmas special isn’t on until tomorrow, but there are still bargains to be had.
As much as I’d like to live my life without patronising big corporations, especially slightly evil ones like Starbucks, they have the dubious honour of offering the above CD of Soul and Doo-Wop singers perfoming a collection of seasonal classics. When reduced to less than half price, irresistible. Myself and my wife are big fans of Christmas music. Not all year round, but come December we wheel out Nat and Dean and all the cheesy 80’s favourites. This is a fine addition to the collection.
If you are slightly disturbed now, tough. I intend to drag Christmas out for as long as possible and no amount of humbug will stop me.
January 3rd, 2007
December 25th, 2006
…meets Gromit.
February 20th, 2006
What can I say? It was going spare. That extra DVI socket was just plain going to waste. It’s worth all the Starship Enterprise jokes. And it sure makes using InDesign easier. Can’t be good for my eyes though? Hmm.
January 11th, 2006
I meant to post this a week or two ago.
The first snow of winter in Trafalgar Square!
November 29th, 2005
Ok, I admit it. I was wrong. The lights on Carnaby St actually look pretty good once it gets dark.
November 11th, 2005
The promised rain never materialised, so off we set on the yearly pilgrimage to Blackheath. The biggest free fireworks display in London apparently. Last year was a bit cloudy, and we got there a bit late, and The Vincents didn’t even make it after choosing to drive up. This year we were ready, especially the Rubester who had a full-on bear suit (complete with ears) to keep out any November chills, and deafening bangs the like of which her 4 month old ears have never heard.
Fireworks were OK. The usual pattern of low ones, big ones, even bigger ones, back to the low ones, then more big ones, then the REALLY big ones, then it’s all over. This year had the addition of some waterfall-esque ones whose sparkly bits kept sparkling all the way back down to earth creating a big curtain of sparkliness. Then the trudge home, complete with one incident of juvenile throwing firework at crowd of people and traffic.
Once back in Da ‘Well, attention was turned to the main event. Lidl had blessed us with more of their extra-cheap and extra-impressive fireworks with which to take our life into our own hands, and The Vincents had brought along a box of intermediate fireworks big enough to keep us going until almost midnight. Which is what happened.
It all passed virtually without incident. I managed to burn my thumb lighting a ‘Nebula’ with a cigarette lighter, and Mr Vincent managed to set off a roman candle under the tree which got a bit hairy, but at least this year we didn’t hear the huge rockets come crashing back to earth via someone’s shed! And The Rubester slept through the whole thing!! Back inside for slightly over-crispy jacket spuds with chilli and a discussion about pants, then off to bed, with lavender balm on my now throbbing thumb.
I was going to say “Until next year.”, but of course fireworks will be making an early comeback in April for the celebrating of the nuptials. I’ll let someone else light them then.
November 6th, 2005
So de-construct are four years old. Doesn’t seem like five minutes since Deepend went tits up. Any gathering attended by ex-Deependers is always interesting, as there’s always someone to talk to who you haven’t seen for ages. I’m notoriously bad at keeping in touch with people, which usually means bumping into people I feel that I know really well, but who I haven’t spoken to for 6 months at a time.
Hence Gabes’ startled expression above.
October 14th, 2005
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