Yes indeed, up at 6:15 in order to get shaved and showered*, have a quick swill of pop and water then off to the 6:50 bus in order to be in work and Available for 8:00 a.m. -
All of which is a long way of saying Conrad will probably be lying on the bed by 9:35 p.m.**, so he's getting an early crack at BOOJUM!
This early start will, of necessity, be paused when the car comes back for 18:30 and Conrad does the weekly shop - you may "ahhh!" in sympathy now - and brings it back and puts it away.
More of Cranes
This picture didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped:
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| Cranes. Actually mechanical alien spies. |
If you look hard, with your nose right up on the monitor, you can just see the cable under tension, as if - clutch your sides now to prevent multiple hernias - as if the crane is lifting the tower.
Ah well. At least it's proof of the nice weather we're having in Manchester.
RejectEdna
While Wonder Wifey was off in the bathroom powerjetting a potion of potassium permanganate into her hair, Edna was kept outside, and ordered to "stay with Daddy".
Did she? Not a bit of it! No, she moped outside the bathroom door then lay down and pined at the top of the stairs. Daddy comes a far distant fourth in her affections.
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| The insular article in question |
That's Quite Enough Of That!
The "that" in question being Facebook's "Suggested Posts". Normally these are vapid and forgettable things to do with metal-boxes-on-wheels, incontinence prosthetics or nubile young (emphasis on young) women who are desperate to meet older men.
Today, and Conrad apologises for trespassing into Politics, the hamsters who run Facebook really surpassed themselves - "David Cameron".
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| A great big rock. Infinitely more bloggable than that Cameron man. |
Really, Facebook! I am very cross with you! Go stand in the corner and stay there until you learn to be sensible and not put custard down your socks (this is a metaphor for doing something stupid, as Conrad doubts that hamsters wear socks or eat custard).
What next***?
Under The Whip
No! That's a metaphor, not a new management tactic.
Actually Anna, now temporarily one of the managing elite, bought us all chocolates and cakes and Jaffa Cakes and biscuits yesterday, since we needed some motivation to get stuff done. Bribery. It worked!
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| Dear managers: this lot will see us through Monday and into Tuesday ... |
Back to the meat of the matter. Conrad got an e-mail from Laura, saying that Rachel was leaving and could I do a poem for her?
> - she's a secret fan of yours -" came into the text, and Conrad for a wild brief moment thought those Suggested Posts might be true after all, until he realised it was the doggerel verse Rachel liked.
> Okay, when does she leave?
> In fifteen minutes
Dog Buns! swore Conrad. But he managed it! Unfortunately without enough time to type it out. Can I remember it? Will I impress/amaze/bore you with it?
Perhaps, perhaps.
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| A sea mail. Close enough |
"Hanky Panky"
Another of those phrases that get used, without any definition of where it came from or who first said it.
The definition is easy enough - people getting - ah - I believe the word is "jiggy" - with each other, or behaviour of a suspicious kind.
Now, where it comes from is harder to define - first seen in print in 1841, so of Victorian verbal vintage, and the suggestion is that it is merely two rhyming words like "heath teeth", although that sounds a bit weird - "parrot carrot"? No?
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| Heath teeth? |
* And dressed. I think the act is implicit but don't want to leave you in any doubt
** Mister Hand explains that Conrad is getting on a bit and can't keep up
*** "Gulag Gulag! An hilarious musical comedy set in the hellish slave-camps of Vorkuta!"!
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