UK Watercooler 32: Fall Into The Meaning Gap

He's quick..

No, my blog's been down all day, I've only just seen it. I had to go and have a LOL in the loo.

myspace blog?

what is the cruthers laughing about?

Walk at wendover taking in the wendover woods, taking in, if possible the Grim's ditch and iron age fort.

Between Banbury and Biscester didn't have enough pictureques.

The MySpaz blog where I was talking about being chatted up about the S3 bio by the bookshop clerk while trying to hide the NH autobiography.

And he should be calling his former bandmate shameless for posing for photos IN THE NAKEDIDITY!!! rather than calling me shameless for, well, noticing.

yay for Grims Ditch! I just like the name of it. GRIMS DITCH. Woods and iron age forts, too. Picturesques are good! Remind Emsk of it, because she had the day wrong.

I'm glad that says forts

iron age forts

Sorry, for some reason, I can't read this without thinking "iron age farts"

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Trains are 27 and 57 minutes past the hour from Marylebone, taking 47 minutes. Which one are we aiming for?

Forts. What's wrong with forts? It is the plural of fort, isn't it?

x-post eh? I am confused!

Days are long at the moment, so we don't have to hurry. Marylebone is a bugger to get to, though.

Elephant then bakerloo i think is best for you.

almost haiku

Ha ha, that rhymes. Yeah, I think I've done that before, but it's a bugger to change at the Elephant.

(How do you know when you've changed an elephant, etc. fnar.)

What Tom D said
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And I dread to think what a walk with iron age farts lingering alongside would be like

Iron age fonts would long ago since have dissipated.

ha ha, I mean FARTS. I can't even type today. Carruthers has uploaded new music which I am listening to, and it's distracting me.

It depends on what they ate back then

Iron age fart = one of those beardy blokes who goes on archaeological digs, drinks real ale and listens to folk music

DON'T TALK ABOUT ED THAT WAY!!!

sing that in his voice
http://www.geocities.com/homni_ca/somerville/somerville.JPG

Ha ha, we do a cover of one of his songs, actually. (For A Friend)

he's in Show of Hands, right?

is this walk April 13th?

I think the best way for me to get to Wendover is to get a bus to Aylesbury, then a train from Aylesbury to Wendover.

which will take aaaaaaaages. BUT IT WILL BE WORTH IT!!!!

12 APRIL!!! It's a Saturday walk. This is confusing everyone, I know.

Please let me know details as soon as we've decided them, so I can invite people.

Shall we aim to get the 11am train for a noon walk starting time? Or aim earlier?

10:57 then?

Sounds good to me. Where does it go to? i.e. what station? If I need to tell people to meet us by car.

Wendover 11:44

Ah, apparently Wendover was the birthplace of astronomy Cecilia Payne (no relation to our lot) who disovered that the sun is made from hydrogen!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cecilia_Payne

It's on the Grand Union Canal, too! Does that mean that Liz can sail down?

OK, thee headhunters have started calling again. GOodness!

I barely understand a word of this job description. I'm not sure if that means that it would be an interesting challenge and an opportunity to learn new things, or if it means it's totally over my head and I shouldn't even bother applying for it.

LAST DAY OHMIGOD, MY LAST DAY HERE, HELP ME CELEBRATE, LA LA LA LA LAAA AS I DANCE UPON THE GRAVE OF THE NHS!!!

Hooray! Best Friday ever!

I worked for the NHS 1995-7. It was not an especially pleasant experience. My colleagues were odd people who made no secret of the fact that they didn't like me. I would have easily erased most memories of this from my brain were it not for the fact that my batty former landlady who made life quite difficult for me when I was buying my flat (by evicting me three weeks prior to my moving-in date, basically) suddenly "discovered" a pile of my post two years after I moved out and deigned to forward it to me yesterday in a big envelope and one of the letters is about my NHS pension. I was momentarily "WTF?" as I had forgotten I even *had* one. It'll prolly buy me a cola cube and a box of matches come retirement age, that's if I'm lucky.

this morning I got an email from one of the directors of my new employer. They want to send me on a week long training session in Santa Clara, CA at the end of the month. My current boss was all "yeah, we might not be able to move yr leaving date but we'll be flexible as yr like abt meetings etc at the new place before that, without making you take the time off as leave". Now is the time when I find out if he means it.

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No, supposedly the benefits are great, which is why people stay here.

It's not always like this. I did a spell at the NHS in 2003 which was lovely, the people were great, the boss really enthusiastic. Nothing like this.

I finally finished watching my miniseries last night, and was very relieved at the big tearful finale where it was revealed the NH had NOT actually died in The Great War after all, and had spent most of the war in a coma with amnesia in a hospital in Germany. But was shocked back to sensibility by the reappearance of his friend, the Liberal MP, looking to give him a (posthumous) medal. Hurrah! And he kicked the property developers out of The Valley and donated all his war profiteering ill gotten gains to charidee.

You only get endings like that in miniseries. Seriously.

Santa Clara is great, it was the location for The Lost Boys. You gotta ride the roller coaster - scariest roller coaster in the world, mainly because it's rickety and old and WOODEN and you think you're going to fly off at any moment.

(Argh, I just remembered, last night I dreamed about going on a rollercoaster by accident. I thought it was the train.)

OK, it's my last day. Dude who I'm supposed to have been training to take over my job is STILL out on sick leave. Leaving me with naught to do. Again.

At last! I'm having a meeting at 1.30 today. So someone has actually noticed I'm leaving. As if they ever noticed I was here in the first place.

Today is going to be a very long day. :-(

Garfield Minus Garfield

I think Kerr posted that before, but this is looking particularly like my life right now:

http://data.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXO7adgd17jDkzuKRV_500.gif

Or was it the random Garfield generator?

mine might be but i take an inordinate amount off pleasure from my rubber band ball. bouncy.

OK, I've handed over.

Now I have to try to get my timesheet signed when MY boss isn't here, and the IT boss (the IT department are technically paying for me this week) is not here. I've left it with the IT department, but can't leave until it's signed off. Bah!

Three. More. Hours. And then I am free.

Since I'm talking to myself, where should I eat supper? I've got to get to Deptford by 9pm, but that means I could have supper in, well, Covent Garden or Charing Cross or anywhere between here and there, either. I quite fancy pizza.

And now I'm getting the terrible fear that I won't get my timesheet signed at all, which means I'll have worked for these bastards for FREE for a week - OR I have to come back next week. ARGH!

I hate this place SO MUCH I never want to see it again.

Go have Messcan at Wahaca, if you're early you won't have to queue, they explain anything obscure and/or make adjustments for dietary stuff and all the veg options are good, meaning I ate them when I was with a veggie and didn't moan about NO MEAT.

I has timesheets! Hurrah! Don't know this Wahaca place, but you have actually just reminded me of a really good veg place in ... uh... oh, where is it? I can see the street, but can't think where it is.

Something to do with a pump. Where on earth is it?