i was thinking of having a fancy 70s hairstyle. not sure, so i might just mullet over. [boom tish]
Process everything today.
for example, don’t say “I am going to eat an apple”
instead say “I am going to consume an apple using The Eating Process”
[i have entered this text using The Typing Process]
the things people throw away. saw this next to a bin this morning.
it’s a full glass of lime and soda complete with slice of lemon and black straw.
10 minutes down the road i had seen a can of coke with a black straw in and nearby two baby cans of coke.
i went to the house of commons for a work meeting yesterday. how exclusive i thought. when i finally got in to the building i got lost in corridors looking for my meeting room.
what i did find was loads of school kids everywhere. the last thing they need in the house of commons is commoners. oh well.
i must have walked past these ancient lights tens of hundreds of times, but today, for the first time, i noticed the sign which says “ancient lights”
they are on either side of the pub opposite my office called the Hope and there are two signs next to the two (ancient) lights.
it’s next to the Pollocks Toy Museum. next time you are in London, why not visit both attractions at the same time (and take me out for lunch as well)
now, it appears to me that colour is an anagram of odour. if you cut the d of odour with some scissors, then you can get a c and an l as in oclour, which is an anagram of colour. easy.
you can try this trick with other words. simply take the letters, straighten them out in to one long black line and reshape them in to new letters. (you may have to make the letters slightly smaller if you haven’t got enough length). this way anything is an anagram of anything else.
whilst we are on the subject of colour and odour, why are smells depicted as brown ? Bisto is an obvious example of a positive brown smell, but of course brown is the official colour of bad smells too. makes you think.
i was musing on the way to work that most of my blog is regarding human remains – ie people, how they react with the world and the things they leave behind in the their wake.
This thinking was following my usual “do i like working in london or not”. an hour and a half (often two hour) commute each way sometimes makes you consider these things.
i then wondered about moving to some obscure part of the country, downsizing as they call it, and whether there would be enough bloggable local material.
could nature itself provide enough blog twaddle ? As if to partially answer the question, i saw these two feathers on the footpath in front of me.
not sure which way that answers my question (which is purely hypothetical by the way)
a woolen thing outside my office. possibly (hopefully) a glove
we’ve all heard of polo shirts. well here is a polo towel.
sucked polos and a blue towel in a phone box
it’s esther’s birthday 4th birthday on the 9th july. she’s having her party this saturday.
she’s been counting down the days since, well, she turned 3.
my mum (her nanna) phoned up yesterday evening to see what esther would like for her birthday.
after a nice conversation between esther and her nanna, the phone was passed to jane to discuss the present proposal (not as in ‘current’ proposal – we are not thinking of getting esther old shrivelled grapes. not this year anyway).
esther obviously heard half the conversation as she asked “what’s nanna going to get me for my birthday”. The answer came back “a bucket of mud and an old sausage”.
esther’s reply was “don’t be silly, nanna wouldn’t get me a bucket of mud and an old sausage”.
perhaps esther is going to get a surprise present from her nanna afterall !
i was wondering if i should tone down the blog and introduce some more sensible content. then i saw this:
i took it as a sign
i saw this photo down a hole today. it was of a building and was printed on a piece of A4 so wouldn’t have counted for my collection. But interesting never-the-less.
i don’t know about you (actually I don’t know anything about you, except maybe your IP address and some other techy details from the access logs), but i like to have nonsense arguments with my wife. (perhaps i should just ask my wife if she has nonsense arguments with anyone else. that would save all the waffle above).
anyway, last night, over the tea table (we have a different table for every meal – it makes cleaning up easier as you can just clean up the day’s debris from the various tables at the end of the day), jane and i were discussing the potential opportunities around the house for our children to injure themselves.
this wasn’t a real argument, we were just being hypothetical in a comedy kind of way. esther and kezia looked on in their usual bemused way.
we join the climax of our conversation as it homes in on one key issue: leaving stuff in the hallway at night so the kids find it in the morning.
(Not that our children every come downstairs on their own in the morning anyway, but there we go)
jane: “well you leave guns and chemical weapons at the bottom of the stairs”
dave: “well you leave razor blades and knives everywhere”
jane: “well you leave lit bonfires and petrol in the house when you go to bed”
dave: “well you leave bonfires too, AND thousands of lit fireworks”
esther: “don’t be silly daddy, you can’t have fireworks in the house.”
dave: “very true esther. i must have got that wrong”
esther: “you probably meant roadworks”
dave: “you know what esther, i probably did”
one of the problems of an outdoor fridge is that of security.
the owner of the fridge has addressed this issue by applying ‘carpet tape’ to the door thus rendering it, essentially, unopenable
i saw this sign on the boat from saint malo.
bras ! i think the idea is that you abandon your bra if you are leaving the UK so you can be a true european (they also had some stick on arm pit hair)
Now, i’m not stupid. i can read a bit of french. and i know that enfants means babies. and everyone knows that kids don’t wear bras.
so i recon you can also leave your kids in this locker if you want.
another exposed french toilet
nice touch this time – has a mens’ sign on the side just in case you were confused:
danger if you walk
danger if you drive
a very suspicious looking character