No... it's all okay now. Ben just didn't delete the messages once he gave his Sir Lord Ben his phone back.
All a hilarious misunderstanding. And now I'm down a bottle of Glenmorangie. Minirubbish. Rubbish bin? Nah, it's all gravy, as Charlotte Church would say... If she'd got it right. Idoit (sic.)
Not having a good England week, this week... quite bored of the place, but that will hopefully change when I'm not stuck at home due to Son-of-cash-flow-crisis.
And I did send a very important e-mither off to the powers that be. Gingers crossed, then.
Tuesday 24 June 2003
Sunday 22 June 2003
And I think I've just sent an horrendous amount of wrong text messages to a very wrong number.
Thinking I was texting Posh Ben, I think I've just texted Posh Ben's dad Lord Ben.
Not realising -- even at this late stage -- that I wasn't texting Ben at all, I replied
"Aye, sorry about the text deluge, mate; I have now had counselling. "Nil uisce beatha na hÉireann agam", but I do have a mean bottle of Glenmorangie you can have"
I really really really want to get my coat... But I'm already at home, so that's not going to fix things, now, is it?
FUCKING RUBBISH!!!!!!
Thinking I was texting Posh Ben, I think I've just texted Posh Ben's dad Lord Ben.
Not realising -- even at this late stage -- that I wasn't texting Ben at all, I replied
"Aye, sorry about the text deluge, mate; I have now had counselling. "Nil uisce beatha na hÉireann agam", but I do have a mean bottle of Glenmorangie you can have"
I really really really want to get my coat... But I'm already at home, so that's not going to fix things, now, is it?
FUCKING RUBBISH!!!!!!
I dunnit! I did the running/walking thing, and nearly died. That was definitely the toughest one yet...
(as a sidenote, if anyone has any ideas why flatmate Jen and I have different versions of the same Nike 10k training manuals (this is true for either beginner or advanced), then please Lemme know why, as it's a most perplexing conundrum.)
Have I ever pointed out how much I love Groove Salad? It really does chill the mind quite nicely.
AND... The thunder and lightning lastnight absolutely ROCKED! The weather here is definitely more interesting than what we get back home. (I'd also like to point out that I'm not actually from Portadown, or anywhere nearby -- we were too poor to afford riots in Tyrone... )
(as a sidenote, if anyone has any ideas why flatmate Jen and I have different versions of the same Nike 10k training manuals (this is true for either beginner or advanced), then please Lemme know why, as it's a most perplexing conundrum.)
Have I ever pointed out how much I love Groove Salad? It really does chill the mind quite nicely.
AND... The thunder and lightning lastnight absolutely ROCKED! The weather here is definitely more interesting than what we get back home. (I'd also like to point out that I'm not actually from Portadown, or anywhere nearby -- we were too poor to afford riots in Tyrone... )
Saturday 21 June 2003
Blimey! Finally got up the courage to post to b3ta.com. Thought if I was doing that I may as well do it for a competition. Lovely. Lovely people. Lovely site. Lovely-ness.
Can I be arsed with the whole running thing tonight? It's 2× (6min run, 3min walk)... Just need to pray that the trainers hold out... eep!
Can I be arsed with the whole running thing tonight? It's 2× (6min run, 3min walk)... Just need to pray that the trainers hold out... eep!
Wednesday 18 June 2003
This has had me in stitches for an unhealthy amount of time. Hint: Make sure you scroll to the end of the page....
Clearly, the fact that I'm at work and not working is something of a useless contradiction. (I was going to use the word "dichotomy", but would only have been embarrassed at some stage in the future, as I've no idea what it's technically supposed to mean. Blunder averted?)
But it does mean I had time to browse through malevole and find possibly the best domain name EVER:NiceCupOfTeaAndASitDown.com. Makes me feel all sort of warm and tea-needing inside... Mmmm....
In other news:
Neilo says: You've turned into Mark and Lard!, while advising me to listen to The Old Class, filling in for Ken Bruce.
But it does mean I had time to browse through malevole and find possibly the best domain name EVER:NiceCupOfTeaAndASitDown.com. Makes me feel all sort of warm and tea-needing inside... Mmmm....
In other news:
Neilo says: You've turned into Mark and Lard!, while advising me to listen to The Old Class, filling in for Ken Bruce.
Monday 16 June 2003
Hmmmm... many happenings since last we spoke...
Principally, we were out for Chrisbee's birthday do on Saturday night. At least, I think that's what happened. The first thing to go wrong was the tullane(?) whiskey which Jason's bloke bought, then Chris himself internally anointed all the blokes (to some female disquiet) with Goldschläger. Then another. Then things get quite dark and mysterious. I understand that we are to go home, and promptly engage a taxi-chap. Nick of the Flowers decides to share the taxi, thinking we're heading for Stoughton Road. Then realises I intend to go home, and hops out at the traffic lights on the Horsham side of the one-way system. I then get a call from Chris asking where I am (My lovely, but ageing CMD-J5 places this event at 01:57 15/06). I explain, then decide that I'll go to Stoughton Road and carry on with the drinking.
This, I feel, may have been the crux of my demise.
After appreciating the very large and lovely riverside garden, complete with built-in full moon, it again seemed like I ought to retire to Abi's very kindly offered accommodation. And I thank god she wasn't there to see me in that pitiful state. I haven't retched like that in quite some time. Not funny at all, and mostly due to this new, healthier lifestyle. I remember the old days (well, about a year and a half ago) when....
Anyway, speaking of excessive drinking, it's the Wee Ganch's 25th birthday today as well as Chris's's's's, so happy birthday both fellas. Welcome to the League of Creaky Old Gentlemen!
Principally, we were out for Chrisbee's birthday do on Saturday night. At least, I think that's what happened. The first thing to go wrong was the tullane(?) whiskey which Jason's bloke bought, then Chris himself internally anointed all the blokes (to some female disquiet) with Goldschläger. Then another. Then things get quite dark and mysterious. I understand that we are to go home, and promptly engage a taxi-chap. Nick of the Flowers decides to share the taxi, thinking we're heading for Stoughton Road. Then realises I intend to go home, and hops out at the traffic lights on the Horsham side of the one-way system. I then get a call from Chris asking where I am (My lovely, but ageing CMD-J5 places this event at 01:57 15/06). I explain, then decide that I'll go to Stoughton Road and carry on with the drinking.
This, I feel, may have been the crux of my demise.
After appreciating the very large and lovely riverside garden, complete with built-in full moon, it again seemed like I ought to retire to Abi's very kindly offered accommodation. And I thank god she wasn't there to see me in that pitiful state. I haven't retched like that in quite some time. Not funny at all, and mostly due to this new, healthier lifestyle. I remember the old days (well, about a year and a half ago) when....
Anyway, speaking of excessive drinking, it's the Wee Ganch's 25th birthday today as well as Chris's's's's, so happy birthday both fellas. Welcome to the League of Creaky Old Gentlemen!
Thursday 12 June 2003
Serious lethargy taking over today. I've been fighting off sleep since 4pm. And the urge to go home since about 4:05pm. Not big or clever, but it's certainly a cracking day for evening pubbage.
Lastnight was the Long Walk. Didn't hurt like the other nights have, but that's because they were all Short Run. Next week, the schedule is due to ramp up a notch. The bigger snag? Next week starts tomorrow! Eep...
Lastnight was the Long Walk. Didn't hurt like the other nights have, but that's because they were all Short Run. Next week, the schedule is due to ramp up a notch. The bigger snag? Next week starts tomorrow! Eep...
Tuesday 10 June 2003
I swore I wasn't going to stay late at work any more, but I'm just making this one exception : )
It's all gravy -- as Charlotte Church would say -- really. I'm just clumsily FTPing data back from TRACE. After that, I can go home and eat something moderately healthy.
N.B., too, that this is the first day that blogs have come from The Orifice! It's been an odd day.
AND, Paddy-who-gets-paid-too-much is still alive in AllBlackLand! Hooray! And drinking a lot at weekends, which is no major surprise. Good on'im.
It's all gravy -- as Charlotte Church would say -- really. I'm just clumsily FTPing data back from TRACE. After that, I can go home and eat something moderately healthy.
N.B., too, that this is the first day that blogs have come from The Orifice! It's been an odd day.
AND, Paddy-who-gets-paid-too-much is still alive in AllBlackLand! Hooray! And drinking a lot at weekends, which is no major surprise. Good on'im.
Hot poop! That new single by The Coral, "Pass It On" apparently isn't out until 7th July. Sadly...
And random chat in the office has produced this fact about another meteorite in Siberia. We reckon the story's been sat on 'cos there aren't any PR-style photos or videos yet. Watch out for an episode of Horizon or Equinox (probably made in conjunction with that TV company in Boston) where they talk about the Siberian Harbinger of Death...
In all seriousness though, two meteorites exploding above ground zero in the last century is a little worrying. Surely it has to have an effect on the probability reckoning, no?
And random chat in the office has produced this fact about another meteorite in Siberia. We reckon the story's been sat on 'cos there aren't any PR-style photos or videos yet. Watch out for an episode of Horizon or Equinox (probably made in conjunction with that TV company in Boston) where they talk about the Siberian Harbinger of Death...
In all seriousness though, two meteorites exploding above ground zero in the last century is a little worrying. Surely it has to have an effect on the probability reckoning, no?
Got back at 21:39 and I didn't die!! Wow... Dunno if that means anything. But it's not the morning yet, so I don't know if I'll lose voluntary muscle movements again. Like I did on Friday and Sunday. Ow.
Via the gift of Neilo, I heard himself do the best bit of mixing... EVER! on early breakfast this morning. Although he held his hands up and replayed it for all to gasp at. Fair fvcks to him, too...
Green Lucie is back, although in her new guise as Slightly Pink Lucie, following a body-boarding stint. Good t'have her back, even if it's only for the week. Might even get the place sociable again...(?)
And again, as one arrives, another leaves. Except in this case two have left (admittedly they are the most insane of the group -- and I don't mean in a 'bonkers' kind of way, I mean actually insane), and one -- Newbie Ben -- is about to head off to that fancy NASA for a bit.
Random thoughts, there... Anyway, probably should go to bed. To the sounds of DJ Sammy and "The Boys of Summer"
....and there go the legs..... rubbish....
Via the gift of Neilo, I heard himself do the best bit of mixing... EVER! on early breakfast this morning. Although he held his hands up and replayed it for all to gasp at. Fair fvcks to him, too...
Green Lucie is back, although in her new guise as Slightly Pink Lucie, following a body-boarding stint. Good t'have her back, even if it's only for the week. Might even get the place sociable again...(?)
And again, as one arrives, another leaves. Except in this case two have left (admittedly they are the most insane of the group -- and I don't mean in a 'bonkers' kind of way, I mean actually insane), and one -- Newbie Ben -- is about to head off to that fancy NASA for a bit.
Random thoughts, there... Anyway, probably should go to bed. To the sounds of DJ Sammy and "The Boys of Summer"
....and there go the legs..... rubbish....
Monday 9 June 2003
Sunday 8 June 2003
One barbeque later, and I find -- to roughly no surprise -- that Mr Beth is also a fan of Weebl (and sometimes Weebl's friend Bob). But it made me strangely happy that someone else knew about this dark, dark animation. Did I mention that I thought it was dark?
ANYroad, anyone know what to put on a CV? I haven't a bloody clue. It's not as if I've really done anything, apart from going for a painful exercise régime (see what i did there with the fancy accent -- ooh, get me, etc.)... So I'd better think fast, die young, sleep furious, live clockwise... mnnmnff.. garble
Additionally, I was asking the lovely flatmate ladies if they remembered Hewligan's Haircut. If you know where to get your hands (or mine, vicariously) on a copy of just this 2000AD comic (not worried about the rest of the issue, just this feature) lemme know (at the usual contact address). Addresses in the sout-east of That Fancy England wud be best.
Bless you
ANYroad, anyone know what to put on a CV? I haven't a bloody clue. It's not as if I've really done anything, apart from going for a painful exercise régime (see what i did there with the fancy accent -- ooh, get me, etc.)... So I'd better think fast, die young, sleep furious, live clockwise... mnnmnff.. garble
Additionally, I was asking the lovely flatmate ladies if they remembered Hewligan's Haircut. If you know where to get your hands (or mine, vicariously) on a copy of just this 2000AD comic (not worried about the rest of the issue, just this feature) lemme know (at the usual contact address). Addresses in the sout-east of That Fancy England wud be best.
Bless you
I never quite finished that thought, did I ...? Ah well. This being five days later I can report that I, too, feel mostly broken. Just physically, that is.
Harever, I am now the proud owner (and not the only one, I'm guessing) of one of those Iraqi Identification Playing Cards. [see the blogs on this spot from 6th May, (once they re-appear!?)] They're a very good thing, and I'm trying to keep them in pristine condition for the next (Norn Iron?) poker game... Not easy, though. Comedy value leads to much touching of the cards.
To further the update that should've been finished, Newbie Ben now has one of the flashest cars at the lab. (Actually, it basically is the flashest after our head-boss's own Alfa 156.) But then he is a closet posh-case.
In other news, lastnight was the Return-of-Cat curry at Maloncho's, and tomorrow (technically today, alright...) is the boss barbeque. Pray for sun, not rain.
Harever, I am now the proud owner (and not the only one, I'm guessing) of one of those Iraqi Identification Playing Cards. [see the blogs on this spot from 6th May, (once they re-appear!?)] They're a very good thing, and I'm trying to keep them in pristine condition for the next (Norn Iron?) poker game... Not easy, though. Comedy value leads to much touching of the cards.
To further the update that should've been finished, Newbie Ben now has one of the flashest cars at the lab. (Actually, it basically is the flashest after our head-boss's own Alfa 156.) But then he is a closet posh-case.
In other news, lastnight was the Return-of-Cat curry at Maloncho's, and tomorrow (technically today, alright...) is the boss barbeque. Pray for sun, not rain.
Monday 2 June 2003
Blimey! That took a while.
RIGHT, there's been fergal'n'audrey's wedding in ballymena-hi^H^H^H -- and very nice it was, too. Even played the world's worst drinking game with the world's best contributor to the art of drinking. Still no idea what was going on, but eventually it made sense. It also involved the least amount of drinking of any game I've ever played, so I think it was technically a sobering-up game. Rubbish...
BUT good to see martycart, le pinfield, la pinfield, steve'n'susan and the happy couple. Rumours that some of us bunked off early are to be HOTLY contested.
After that was all over, twas a visit to the old Belfast there, Ted. And everyone was largely alive. Apart from James, I think, who was only just not-broken.
RIGHT, there's been fergal'n'audrey's wedding in ballymena-hi^H^H^H -- and very nice it was, too. Even played the world's worst drinking game with the world's best contributor to the art of drinking. Still no idea what was going on, but eventually it made sense. It also involved the least amount of drinking of any game I've ever played, so I think it was technically a sobering-up game. Rubbish...
BUT good to see martycart, le pinfield, la pinfield, steve'n'susan and the happy couple. Rumours that some of us bunked off early are to be HOTLY contested.
After that was all over, twas a visit to the old Belfast there, Ted. And everyone was largely alive. Apart from James, I think, who was only just not-broken.
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