UK Watercooler 32: Fall Into The Meaning Gap

I am considering making a giant calendar for the next week, to count down the days.

What am I doing here, wasting my time and their money, when I could be sitting at home watching costume dramas?

could you not watch the costume drama at work? I assume they're on dvd?

Well, technically... they're not on the internet, are they?

(Obviously, I'm being very dilligent about this interweb ban, am I not?)

I've finished the Boer War and am getting up to the build up to WWI. How about some War Poets?

http://hem.passagen.se/lmw/brooke_hand.jpg

Anthem for Doomed Data Analysts.

I would actually do a full Owen pastiche, but I have a Monday morning headache so am not feeling up to it.

Aw, I'm sorry you have a headache. Owen pastiche would be great just about now.

http://www.nextbook.org/images/features/feature_254_story.jpg

Sorry, that last one was Sassoon, not Owen.

10,000 more jobs to be cut in The City. Doomed, doomed, we're all doomed, I tell you.

Owen:

http://illyria.com/images/owen.jpg

That's a very difficult question. Does he mean:

Old New Folk: Fresh Maggots, ISB etc. (incidentally there is a good comp called new electric muse that has a lot of the early stuff on)

Slightly less old new folk with a punk tinge: New Model Army, The Levellers, Blythe Power, Atilla the stock broker

New Old Folk: Second Generation Carty, Spiers and Boden, Bellowhead, Devil's interval, new old timey folks etc.

New New Folk: Espers, Circulus etc.

Singer songwriter: Everything from KT Tunstall to Cowboy Jim (the excrable to the good)

I remember seeing boer war veterans on TV on remembrance day back when I was a kid.

Exactly! That's the sort of question I need to ask him! And that's not even getting into the trendy Devandra Barnhart type stuff or Palimpsest type stuff.

Asking someone "explain me the current state of folk in 3 albums" would be like asking "explain me the current state of... well, Pop, in 3 albums."

x-post the Squire in this terrible/great costume drama I'm currently watching is a Boer War veteran. With a ridiculous stuck on mustache.

There was this terribly moving scene where he was supposed to be explaining to his (second) wife (not the cool suffragette one who divorced him) that he was NOT having an affair with the local strumpet, he was actually delivering the sad news that her other half had been KILLED in the trenches... and I was totally distracted by the fact that during the entire speech, the left side his mustache was wobbling as if the glue had come loose and was about to fall off into his brandy.

Oh, it's going to be one of those days, isn't it? The slathering malcontents of ILX foaming at the mouth in an apoplexy of faux-liberal posturing. The same arguments, again and again, don't they ever get bored of it?

I have just been asked 'are you from Heaven?' by someone who styles himself like Cliff Richard. 'No I am a broadcast Engineer'

What on earth? What is that supposed to mean?

I think it is another branch of this xtian tv station I am working at.

HAHAHAHA. I can now report this is the first Jehovah's Witness doorknocker-free weekend I have spent in my new flat. Caretaker says there's probably a Christian in the block letting them in, bastard.

On the plus side, new cooker and hob delivered at 8am. Looks like delivery guys try to get to central addresses before parking Nazis activate.

Argh! Oh no, scary Christians. I thought it was some obscure reference I wasn't getting. Or did you float down out of the sky?

My birthday's in a week. Have we sorted out where we are going for my Birthday Walk?

The first - and last - time I opened my door to the JWs here, I was faced with stern African man asking the following question: "Would you like...a tract?"

EEEEK.

I thought I was being hassled by some doorsteppers yesterday, but it turned out that it was just the man who had come to fix the boiler next door, asking me if I had a manual.

I did, naturally, as I saved everything to do with flat.

I just want various political parties to stop sending me bloody flyers. Back in my dad's day, local politicians had to turn up in person to canvas! I remember being dragged on these expiditions. Now they just spam me with junk mail. And seem to think I'm in a lesbian partnership with my former next door neighbour, according to the little notes that the Liberals send me. They and Labour are trying to outdo each other in their little local papers. I suppose the Tories don't even bother trying to campaign here.

Has anyone heard from Emsk recently?

Well, I've got feedback from one of the users. Makes me want to bash my head against the desk. "Why does this particular page say this on it?" BECAUSE I WAS COPYING THE ORIGINAL DOCUMENT I WAS GIVEN!!!

This stuff is all editable. I only put in text blocks for display purposes only. You are supposed to edit it when the database and indeed report is finalised.

I shall put some legwork into the walk this evening but something up Bicester way looks good.

Bicester sounds good to me.

Excellent, excellent.

Today I have mung bean curry. I shall really miss the whole foods curry in a bun when this assignment is over.

For those of us in the area, what is this place and when is paneer day?

Every day is paneer day, I just choose different curries to suit my mood.

It's on Warren Street, same block as the tube station on the opposite side of the road. Nothing amazingly special, just good, cheap, whole food for office workers.

Flop, flop, flop, watch that hair flop. Sigh.

http://thenigelhaversimperium.4ya.nl/homepage/show/675655.jpg

Kate, I LOVE that photo of you upthread. Though you're wearing my pilot goggles again, harrumph. Maybe we should form a pilot-goggle oriented musical outfit. With my friend who's related to Amy Johnson (pictured below).

http://www.ninety-nines.org/graphics/amyj.gif

Also, for some reason the JWs around here have all become Americans who want to give me "a really cool message from Jesus".

Hello there. It's quiet round here today; but all of a sudden now that we've changed the clocks summer seems to have started.

The chemical plant in the next street to the office caught fire this morning, but all we could see were great billows of smoke.

there is a church in stoke newington with a sign on its (outside) wall written in text-speak:

"msg from god: I <3 U"

(except the heart is an actual heart, not a 3 and a <)

gruesome.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/7322134.stm

Thanks, Emil.y - though yes. When you come down to Brighton, we will have to make GoggleMusic For Pilots.

Summer? You have summer. Still winter here.

What does it matter if some dead Jewish carpenter loves you? Surely being loved by anyone is a nice thing. Though I would be somewhat less likely to accept massages from JWs.

x-post oh no, you better not let Carruthers see that.

Ooh, interesting. Although they're no closer to building that tunnel.

You know what? I thought I'd find a recent pic to show my lack of NigHavness, and what did I find?

What did you find?

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/MarkGrout/NotNigel.jpg

Send that to the Nigel Havers alliance!

Noooo....

I am so sleeeepytime and yet there is no hot water to make tea because the kitchen is being remodelled. Do I have to go to a coffeeshop yet again? Is so expensive!

I bough hot chocolate (cadburys) at the weekend. Not had it in years, but its not the instant pour hot water in stuff, has to be made with milk, and there's hardly any milk in the house so I can have it.

can't

Mmmmm... hot chocolate. Now you're making me want to go out and get a mocha.

I have returned from my appointments with sticky toffee pudding and some custard with vanilla bean bits in. Sated, official.

Watercooler rule no1, you cant mention sticky toffee pudding unless you share it with Kate.
1.1 or post a pic of Nigel Havers in a cricket jumper.

Ha ha ha, best rule yet!

Oh good lord, bandmate just booked a load of actual proper rehearsals. I suppose this means we will start gigging for real, soon.

I cannot believe I have still failed in my quest to find a picture of Nigel Havers in a cricket jumper.

It's apalling, fancying a man named Nigel. It's just not a sexy name in any way, shape or form. No matter how many hott Nigels I come across (Nigel Spivey, etc.) it still does not shake my opinion of the name being utterly non-hott. (Apologies to any lurkers named Nigel.)