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here are a number of different softdrink cans on a parking meter

We British aren’t very good at tanning. Usually we don’t get enough sun to make it worth going for a proper tan. This year’s extreme weather has caught most of us by surprise. 35.6%C today apparently. But it’s placed us Brits in a fully position of having a decent pre-tan on our arms, but a white body underneath.
This man, heavily bearded, chose that now was the time to reveal his hidden self, giving a negative T-shirt effect. I think it works for him though.

my local cashpojnt had crashed with a windows-like error message reading:
Withdrawal Flow
Run time error ’91’
Object variable on With block variable not set

“it’s not raining”

we’ve a friend staying with us at the moment who works for the met office. he’s an expert on extreme weather and is in demand at the moment for radio interviews a-plenty.
Here he is broadcasting live to the country from our front room.
It’s weird listening to him downstairs speaking on the phone, whilst also listening upstairs to it broadcast over the Internet and simultaneously recording it in another room over the cable TV network. I love technology.

His next gig is Radio 4 at 8.45am this morning. Here
are his last words from the Today program. Note the massive pause before the final word. Classic. (File
is 42KB MP3 file, use something like Winamp to play it)

some pubs have peanuts or crisps on the bar. my local pub has something much more appealing. two pieces of quiche and a ham sandwich. they looked like they had been there for a while.

sadly there was no starfish activity this evening.

according to the stats, someone found this website by searching for ‘square golfing umbrella’.
so here it is, your official square golfing umbrella blog.

in the paper this evening: story of a man who caught a dead fish and pretended it was something it wasn’t. his love of fish ruined his marriage. he’s has therapy and everything. his best quote:
“fishing does not make you happy. i know that now”

of course they used to make coca-cola in wooden barrels in the medieval days. i suspect a rather more sinister marketing ploy

Herve says”wobbleometer”

here is a smart car with an attachment on the back.
i think it might be a backpack attachment thing so you can carry your car on your back in the tube.

or possibly, someone realised it looked like a dodgem and has adapted the car to run on car overhead electric cables (which unfortunately don’t exist outside of funfairs)

A totally cool thing is veeperization.
It’s TOTALLY BONKERS (only available for the next 14 days)

it used to be the case that technology companies would have wacky events in their offices to encourage ‘out of the box thinking’. Tumbling share prices and burst bubbles put an end to that.
As an act of celebration of my company’s half year results, two ladies jumped on to the filing cabinets and did a synchronised dance. it was a precious moment.

If only I had a record player, I could have played the Up Town Top Rankin’ record to accompany them.

more transports of delight

look how the orange and yellow blend in with the yellow lines

another three wheeled vehicle. This one has an inner sanctum and is ideal for cabinet reshuffles.

i live in a no through road, fairly close to the point of no return. it surprised me therefore to see a bus going up the street.
it surprised me slighlty less when it reversed slowly back down the road a few minutes later.

the lovely ladies in reception are a bit bonkers. The face drawing exercise proved this.
today anita was wearing some headjoy (a bandana thing). it was made from an old skirt i believe.
she removed it just now and her hair sprung forth. scarey stuff.

the towel from yesterday has liberated itself from the phonebox.

a repeat of the welly mystery maybe ? I shall keep an eye on this slippery customer.

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)