UK Watercooler 32: Fall Into The Meaning Gap

I guess it's true. RIP :-(

http://arts.guardian.co.uk/art/visualart/story/0,,2269738,00.html?gusrc=rss&feed=networkfront

Still no cricket outfit, but here, for some inexplicable reason, dressed as Crispian Mills of Kula Shaker:

http://thenigelhaversimperium.4ya.nl/homepage/show/877772.jpg

^If Tom Millar were a Britishes.

No, nothing like except maybe the hair. Insult not the Havers!

Actually, there he looks like someone I was in my first proper band with, called Dave.

He tried to be as controlling as Capt Beefheart, it did not work as I did not really care about him being 'boss' or not....

How about a 12 year old Nigel Havers, as an MONK:

http://thenigelhaversimperium.4ya.nl/homepage/show/669691.jpg

I should really go home. Seriously.

It's bad enough, my being here when I'm paid to be. Why should I be here when I'm not?

I always wondered why you dont have the net at home. Then you could look at nigel havers and julian barratt pics all you want. Mess about on myspace.

And I would never, ever leave my flat.

I've done this before - in 1997-8, and again in 2001.

It's the one thing that drags me into work in the morning.

Good enough reason! Does your mobile have the internet?

My mobile barely gets text messages! I am living in the Edwardian age, you know! aka South London.

Tra la la.

I watched another few episodes of my miniseries last night, but it hath started to SUCK since his Havership has gone off TO WAR against THE HUN. And we're left with all the drunkards and the old women.

You were talking about getting the jesus phone, recently.

I was thinking about it. But now I'm thinking about getting a dongle for my mactop instead. It all works out to what is cheaper. I've got to remember I'm about to be unemployed.

Ha ha ha, Edwardian fever is catchy, one of my MySpaz friends has come over all DH Lawrence this morning.

Having a cameraphone and iPod would be good, though. It would be nice if I could occasionally take photos somewhere other than my living room.

What on earth am I going to do today?

Well, apart from go and see Kontakte at the Hoxton B&G tonight. What am I going to do in the intervening hours until then?

man, it sucks I am in Norway, they will be immense on that sound system.

Well, we swapped you for the Lionheart Brothers, who are headlining. I feel quite happy about having Norwegian Pixie boys in London as exchange.

When come back, bring...

http://www.alarmprisen.no/2007/wp-content/gallery/nominerte/lionheartbrothers.jpg

You already have them, ask then about the brown cheese.

What is the name of this brown cheese?

Dammit, if it weren't for this stupid job, I was going to go along to several dates of this tour with Kontakte. Danny was going to help me in my pursuit to oogle the pixie boys.

Bronorst, possibly with some umlauts and null o's that I can't do on the PC.

http://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brunost

I can't read Norwegian!

...which, I suppose might be a problem in the pursuit of pixie boys. But I don't want to talk to them, I just want to look at them!

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

Ah, well, where's the fun in that?

My colleagues are now singing about Spam. I am very much resisting the urge to tell them about the family connection.

Anyone in a viking helmet?

No, apparently it's the aniversary of the invention of spam (the interweb kind). Though I believe nothing I hear today.

Don't bother, unless you can make the most of vegetarian irony.

MySpace still down. Bah! :-(

I'm going to go and google Nigels.

Um.

http://thenigelhaversimperium.4ya.nl/homepage/show/701049.jpg

The man seems to have it written into his contract that he appears at least once in every film/television programme in 1) a tuxedo and 2) some wonderfully luxurious dressing gown.

The kilt is a new one on me, though.

He seems to wear the same signet ring in every damn film, though.

Dammit, the head of IT came over to see me, and I thought he had some work for me to do, but he only wanted a few reports run. Why on earth did they decide to keep me another week if they had nothing for me to do?

...flying gear and goggles...

http://www.treocentral.com/images/admin_uploaded/1186152148.gif

Almost.

http://thenigelhaversimperium.4ya.nl/homepage/show/868157.jpg

Wait, where's that photo of Nigel Spivey in his flying gear? I have no idea what happened to that. :-(

I thought I had them saved in Yahoo, but no, they're gone. :-( It's like the land of lost crushes.

::gnashes teeth at casual sexism::

I've got to come up with some project to break up this afternoon, or I shall surely go mad. Maybe I'll "document" the tables I wrote for the report yesterday.

As if anyone half worth their salt wouldn't be able to figure it out just by looking at them. But this is the NHS and you can never underestimate the laziness and stupidity around here.

Yes, I hate the greed and selfishness of the private sector, but my god, at least they have some kind of... not even ambition, but desire to actually get ON with things.

Yay, it's time for lunch.

Even refurbishing the kitchen has run over!

But at least the watercooler has been hooked up again.

Kate, that isn't casual sexism. It's hardwired!

You seem to be assuming that the NHS isn't in the private sector

If I spend much more time here at the NHS, I'm going to end up as bitter and resentful as a certain troll, which is a thought that scares me more than any other.

Why is it, that every single woman, ever, isn't ever perceived as merely representing herself, but rather viewed as some kind of paragon or representation of Every Woman Ever, in a way that men are almost never ever held repsonsible for the problems of their entire sex*?

*Oh wait, except in chick lit and dating advice, which are the only spheres in which women ever seem to be in positions of power?

Oh wait, never mind, I answered mine own question.

Anyway, should I read D. H. Lawrence, or would it just annoy me?

I know, I know, I'm talking to myself here.

Oh, it's online. I'll get started. That's what I'll do with this afternoon.

Or maybe not. I'm already laughing out loud halfway through the first chapter.

You know I still don't have the newest Plan B yet that i ordered a few weeks ago. I ordered it the day before i went into Glasgow (and actually saw it in Borders and Monorailmusic.)
There will probably be a new one out any day.

You know, it took me two readings to realise there even had been a sex scene. Or is that the point? What a dull book, so far. Too much cod philosophy and absurd and meaningless ponderings on gender, especially on stereotypes he gets all completely wrong. Will it get worse when he starts ranting about the modern world?

Alright, I gave up halfway through chapter 4 when they all stood around smoking and philosophising about sex.