March 5th, 2010
|09:29 pm - Things you find on Wikipedia|
Don't ask why I was rooting around in the Wikipedia 'talk' pages, I certainly don't contribute to that churning depository of information. However, I felt these comments from the 'talk' page related to 80's TV star Michaela Strachan were worth noting:
"This entry about Michaela Strachan and Timmy Mallett being related needs some careful investigation... I'm not saying it's untrue, it may well be kosher"
"Do you have the picture (of Michaela Strachan) in this article in high resolution? I am a Michaela fan and want a nice desktop background?"
to which someone replied
"It could be a challenge getting a decent desktop wallpaper from that but if you do manage it, perhaps you could also upload it and share the result with anyone"
...at which point the conversation died, a clear hint that the 'challenge' proved insurmountable. Either that, or the individual in question chose to hoard his triumph.
August 29th, 2009
|01:55 pm - Spanial in the Works|
Sweet Jesus, it's been a while since I wrote anything substantial here.
Quotes from people I pass in the street were all very well when I were living down Falmouth way, and could understand (most of) everything everyone said, but it's a different ball-game out here in Norway. My language skills are doing me proud, and I'm learning Norwegian (and hence, apparently, Swedish by proxy) fairly fast, but still not enough to sustain a quote-centric blog.
Well it rained a lot yesterday. A huge amount in fact, torrential, absolutely bloody tropical. Naturally I headed outside to take photos in the barn (we're living on a farm), where I found the house cat Socrates looking shifty, as if I'd disturbed some evil scheme of his. I guess he thinks he can work on his time machine / laser weapon / Dalek out in the barn because people don't go out there much, especially in storms, but there I was, flashing away (with the camera) and I'm not sure how I could tell, but he was certainly one very perturbed cat.
Current Music: If We Hold On Together (from The Land Before Time) - Diana Ross
August 18th, 2009
|09:52 pm - Overheard in Norway|
"Don't point at me and say 'Milk' in that tone of voice."
"The dog was too kind to be a lifeguard so he became a carpenter instead."
June 14th, 2009
|10:09 am - Flamin' Falmouth|
Overheard in the past week:
"You think you've got morals but you don't!"
A girl on the phone by a lamppost outside Finn's:
"Yeah, but I can't. I can't! I've got mild autism!"
June 10th, 2009
|08:17 pm - Boo!|
Got pins and needles.
May 13th, 2009
|05:07 pm - Partridges|
Overheard in Truro:
MOTHER: Darling, do you want to take your coat off? It's very warm.
FIVE YEAR OLD: You just want to get me naked!
May 4th, 2009
|11:31 pm - Day 2 - Movement|
To re-cap: T is in New York and I'm alone in the flat for the week. Here's today's progress report:
8am - wake up.
8.30am - breakfast.
8.45am - put the washing machine on.
9am - start working.
12noon - go into town and buy food.
12.30pm - eat.
1pm - back to working.
6pm - eat.
6.30pm - go and meet Alex at Wetherspoons.
8.30pm - go to see 'The Haunting in Connecticut' with Alex at the spangly new cinema in Falmouth.
10.30pm - go to Finn's with, yes, Alex.
11pm - come home. Drink Czech lager alone.
11.30pm - decide to do some work and then go to bed.
May 3rd, 2009
|09:19 pm - Day 1 - Silence|
So T has gone to New York for a class trip, meaning I get 7 days in which to entertain myself. Here's how day one has gone so far:
2am - get up to walk T to Woodlane.
3am - get to Woodlane with T and Emma. Bump into Alex on the way. Wave T off.
3.30am - get home, inexplicably sit reading Guardian Unlimited for quite a while.
5am - go to bed.
5.30am - get to sleep.
6am - wake up. Decide to go back to sleep.
9am - wake up again.
8am - realise it's not 9am, it's 8am. Decide to get up.
8.30am - go to Spar. Buy breakfast. Come back, eat it, do some tidying up.
9am - start working.
11.30am - go to Tesco to buy lunch and dinner.
12noon - eat lunch (isn't this interesting? are you still reading?).
12.30pm - back to work.
5pm - decide not to go swimming today. Bank Holiday weekend, might be busy.
6pm - start dinner.
6.30pm - eat dinner.
7pm - realise it's now over 16 hours since I spoke.
7.10pm - accidentally bite tongue quite badly. It bleeds a little.
7.20pm - decide not to drink tonight.
7.30pm - find 6 bottles of Czech lager in fridge.
7.40pm - decide not to drink tomorrow.
7.50pm - back to work.
7.55pm - brief break to text T an address she needs in Brooklyn, then back to work.
9.20pm - decide world needs to hear about a day like this!
Wow, what a day. I think I need to see some humans tomorrow.
Current Music: Fisherspooner (not sure I'm liking it much either)
April 16th, 2009
|10:26 pm - Overheard in Falmouth|
MAN: Have you got absinthe?
MAN: Alright, I'll have five Aftershocks.
March 7th, 2009
|12:33 am - Time Rejoined|
I swear I just heard the garden gate open. Which is odd, 'cause we don't have a garden gate, and anyway - I'm talking very specifically about the garden gate of my childhood. If this were a film, an audio-hallucination such as this would be the start of some terrifying descent into madness and Spellbound-style dream sequences; as it is, it's probably not. Still, it was odd to hear that noise again.
What else? Hmm, I'm front page news over at the Notes From the Underground site, though probably not for long.
Meanwhile I may or may not be about to launch a blog about toilets in Falmouth. Have taken the first photos, but actually setting the damn thing up would take valuable seconds that could be better used procrastinating. We'll see.