28 June 2004 10:09
Great weekend. v busy to start with, lots of rehearsing for a concert which was absolutely cracking. Sunday was nice cos i didn't HAVE to do anything. The sun's out and i'm on leave next week. Hurrah!
How's your foot/leg/arm/neck/brain? too much carvery?
28 June 2004 15:11
What? Why? Where?
You didn't say you were performing at Glasto! You could have at least e-mailed the Reporting Team some VIP tickets and backstage passes. How can you be having another week off, you've only just come back from a week's holiday with your Ghoul Guides!
Fine/fine/fine/slightly stiff/what brain? Well, I've taken to referring to it as the 'carnagery' with some justification. Only a hundred and something to feed tonight.
28 June 2004 15:32
That thing earlier, this is now afternoon, soon it will be evening and then it'll be tomorrow. See i told you time was going past too quickly.
Well, one doesn't like to boast! You wouldn't find me anywhere near there, I like my home comforts too much (says she who took the ghosties away). Bristol Concert Orch were performing at St Georges, said to have the best acoustics in the west/country/world, something.
Not wanting to upset you, but i'm taking two weeks off! This is my main holiday, i know it's quite soon after camp, but that's just they way it happened. Last year i had to wait until September. I am coming down your way on the 9th though so if you fancy a pint or 10 one lunchtime...
Glad to here the foot's ok, the brain you keep in the bottle of beer. All this talk of carving meat is making me hungry..
29 June 2004 09:12
But it's morning again so it must just be going round in circles!
Orchestra shmorchestra. These things have no meaning to the kid who couldn't even play the triangle at primary skool (kept dropping the metal stick or 'hitting' the gap). Couldn't you get a temporary job (sure there'll be plenty of kitchen jobs going, the industry seems to have trouble attracting recruits for some reason!) during your hols? As I was often reminded during my workless (and worthless) existence, sloth and indolence is bad for you!
No idea when the 9th is. Like I said to Toni Mester, based on the current rota I am likely to be decomposing in the Sloop on Friday (mebbe Sat) lunchtime. If I'm there I'm there, ditto you. Udderwise we may be forced to pass like whatsits in the night. (See, I told you these job things weren't a good idea!).
29 June 2004 12:19
Time is circular; certainly a theory we could put to the scientists.
No. The whole point of me taking a holiday is to enjoy my self doing almost nothing, not working myself to a frazzle serving ungrateful plebs who haven't the decency to smile let alone thank me. And i don't do the washing up at home, so i'm not going to offer to do it for a pittance. Sloth and indolence are bad for you, unless you know you only have a specific timeframe in which to exercise them.
9th is 10 days away, sat after next. we won't be down in time for friday lunch time, but will endeavour to hang around on Saturday. I will wear a red carnation and carry a newspaper.
29 June 2004 15:01
I already will have done it tomorrow!
I have worked with both the indolent and the sloths and they are as bad as each other. I even once worked with an insolent sloth. Not only would it not do any work but it used to take forever to insult me.
[Assuming the rota stays the same] Public (front) bar, prob from 12.30pm-ish. I'll be the vile jelly-like creature propping up the right hand corner of the bar with Welsh Derek. Be sure to wear a blue hedgehog, sheep, soup dragon, etc. so I don't mistake you for a youknowwhat!
29 June 2004 15:28
Oh but i already will do it!
It made the effort to look at you then. Lots of time to be rude to it before.
Not knowing who Welsh Derek is (is that bad?) i shall not be able to say "oh that must be you" but i shall remind myself of your jellyness from the piccie and look in the general direction. I cannot wear one of the reporting team, but i do have a t shirt with Gromet flying his plane, so i shall wear that.
ps. father's just told me that he cannot book a parking space in our favourite CHEAP car park due to the fact that Weal Ayr (?) Terr is falling down. tragic!
30 June 2004 09:10
Thank god, I always used to never forget to have done it tomorrow.
It's no use trying to be rude to a sloth (insolent or not) because how will you know if you've got a reaction?
Oh you don't have to know (of) him, just so you knows to look out for a large bumble bee (unless off-duty in civvies) and a smaller Welshman.
PS. Wheal Ayr Terrace fell down ages ago. The (alleged) authorities have been trying to re-assemble it for yonks and so far have spent all their time pouring concrete into seemingly bottomless holes. Nothing much else ever seems to happen and the site is rapidly becoming a local, if not national, landmark. Where do you live/work/whatever? Up Ayr. Where? You know, near the big hole. Oh, right, up there. I was talking to a mate recently who was speculating whether (a) it would ever rival the Edam Project as an attraction and (b) whether it was visible from space (a la Great Wall of Crockery)!
30 June 2004 15:16
but i forgot to have done it next week!
what does a bumble bee wear when in civvies?
ps if it is an almost bottomless pit, won't they take up the worlds supply of concrete trying to fill it and can you then truly call it Cornish? You'd have a part of Europe, Russia, China, India etc in Cornwallshire. Actually it's not true that you can see the great wall of cutlery from space, you can barely see the continents, apparently.
30 June 2004 15:42
Don't worry I remembered to remind you a week next Tuesday.
I rest my (basket) case.
Can't speak for the rest of them but I am partial to winding up super-patriots by masquerading in the rugby shirts (classic cotton ones not the poncy modern rubbish) of many nations. This may have saved my life last Friday when I wandered into the Slupe to catch up with WD. On the top of the laundry pile had been my Wales shirt and, lo and behold, the public bar was filled to the gunwales with a Welsh male voice choir (who were performing in PZ that night at the Golowan). I dread to think what might have happened if I'd worn my England shirt!
PS. Yup. They keep pouring it in and it keeps going somewhere, I know not where. Perhaps unscrupulous contractors on the other side of the planet are scooping it back out to use on their own construction projects. But you can see space from the Great Wall of Tupperware so the reverse must be true!
30 June 2004 16:28
phew, that was a close call, you could have been sung to death; very nasty. I shall look out for a bumble bee in a rugby shirt of some description.
ps no, it's not. the great wall of kleeneze is definitely not to be seen
01 July 2004 08:12
Just be careful you don't get me confused with a real giant bumble bee (or some other rugger bugger). Always probe your intended target to ensure that it has the correct consistency of jelliness. (I wouldn't risk checking for the vileness unless you have a very strong stomach!).
PS. That must really irk the chinese. Didn't it occur to them to go into outer space to check whether the concept would work before they built the thing?
01 July 2004 08:33
I don't think my usual way of probing for jelly would be appropriate. Perhaps just asking if you are you would be suitable?
ps you'd think they would have wouldn't you? i mean they are Damn clever. they could have sent a digital camera up on one of their fireworks
01 July 2004 17:10
But what if it's some sinister individual pretending to be me? And, let's face it, they'd be pretty sinister if they are trying to masquerade as a jelly!
PS. Or, failing that, they could have just hitched a lift on one of those Erich Von Daniken 'Chariots of the Gods' thingies. Perhaps they were too busy being inscrutable to think of that.
And how do you scrute someone any?
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