Wagner is out, huh? I don't believe for one minute that Cher got more votes than Wagner.
Please, please can we get rid of Cher and her hideous facial expressions. Girl can't sing, can't rap, can't speak English very well. Please just spare us.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Thursday, 25 November 2010
Losing Hope on Highgate Hill
Boy oh boy oh boy. Never fail to disappoint, Consular Section of the GHC.
Having picked lucky number 631 for the queue to pick up my passport, and seeing that they were serving luckier number 608, I realised I'd have a long wait. 15 minutes, 1 Rich Tea biscuit and a sip of water later, the man serving #608 donned his jacket and buggered off. Yep. For lunch? For a wizzle? For a ciggie? Your guess is as good as mine. But it took 15 minutes so maybe it was all of the above. Upon his return, he opted to converse with a colleague, pen poised over notebook, bundle of passports in hand. Oh what jokes they must have been sharing! They were having a jolly old time! Which prompted me to mutter (not quite under my breath), "would you get on with it!" Fortunately funnyman did not hear me (otherwise I'd probably still be waiting for my passport) but the lady next me did. "I know!" she sympathised, "they've lost my UK passport, I've been here 45 minutes and I don't mind waiting while they look for it but no one has actually said anything to me. All they've said is that they can't find it. I don't even know if someone is looking for it!" For a while we commented on the backwardsness of the place, the ancient interior and the general don'tcareishness attitude of the staff.
Anyway, long story short, they found her passport, and then they called me to issue my own (although not before funnyman took a second 15 minute break). Funnyman looked at my new passport, then looked at me and asked "is it for you?" "Does it not have my photo is it?" I replied in my head. "Yes, it is," I replied out loud. I then quietly signed for it, grabbed it and left...but not before sneakily checking to make sure they had spelled my name and printed my date of birth correctly. Because frankly, it wouldn't have surprised me if they hadn't.
Having picked lucky number 631 for the queue to pick up my passport, and seeing that they were serving luckier number 608, I realised I'd have a long wait. 15 minutes, 1 Rich Tea biscuit and a sip of water later, the man serving #608 donned his jacket and buggered off. Yep. For lunch? For a wizzle? For a ciggie? Your guess is as good as mine. But it took 15 minutes so maybe it was all of the above. Upon his return, he opted to converse with a colleague, pen poised over notebook, bundle of passports in hand. Oh what jokes they must have been sharing! They were having a jolly old time! Which prompted me to mutter (not quite under my breath), "would you get on with it!" Fortunately funnyman did not hear me (otherwise I'd probably still be waiting for my passport) but the lady next me did. "I know!" she sympathised, "they've lost my UK passport, I've been here 45 minutes and I don't mind waiting while they look for it but no one has actually said anything to me. All they've said is that they can't find it. I don't even know if someone is looking for it!" For a while we commented on the backwardsness of the place, the ancient interior and the general don'tcareishness attitude of the staff.
Anyway, long story short, they found her passport, and then they called me to issue my own (although not before funnyman took a second 15 minute break). Funnyman looked at my new passport, then looked at me and asked "is it for you?" "Does it not have my photo is it?" I replied in my head. "Yes, it is," I replied out loud. I then quietly signed for it, grabbed it and left...but not before sneakily checking to make sure they had spelled my name and printed my date of birth correctly. Because frankly, it wouldn't have surprised me if they hadn't.
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
What Would Greg Say We Should Do?
WBG, don't be asking my friends how I'm doing when you've got my number!
You're not fooling me.
You're not fooling me.
Monday, 22 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
It's music, Bob. But not as we know it.
After being subjected to my brother's selection of 3 (yes, 3) tracks the entire weekend [comprising Rihanna (some song that goes "oh naa naaa"), some bloke who growls "nails done, hair done everything did", and some guy who sounds like he could be Kanye West... but with autotune everyone sounds like Kanye West], I was starkly reminded of my fear that autotune will one day kill off music entirely.
It's a pretty depressing thought. Will my kids one day hear a song and ask me "why does it sound so wierd, mummy?" and I will respond, "that's because they're singing, my darlings"? No. It cannot be. My children will know the beautiful voices of Mariah Carey and Billie Holliday, Eva Cassidy and Stevie Wonder. Then I realised oooohhhhh, autotune wont kill music...autotune will kill hip hop.
But wait...no. That's not possible - Puff Daddy and Bad Boy already did that. Nothing to fear then hey.
It's a pretty depressing thought. Will my kids one day hear a song and ask me "why does it sound so wierd, mummy?" and I will respond, "that's because they're singing, my darlings"? No. It cannot be. My children will know the beautiful voices of Mariah Carey and Billie Holliday, Eva Cassidy and Stevie Wonder. Then I realised oooohhhhh, autotune wont kill music...autotune will kill hip hop.
But wait...no. That's not possible - Puff Daddy and Bad Boy already did that. Nothing to fear then hey.
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Free money...
Nothing makes you feel better like free money does!
On my way to Boots at 9:30am today to try and get something for my sore throat when I got stopped and asked if I'd like to help with a survey about laundry stain removers. Having done my fair share of 'street' market research as a student, I'd always said I'd help out if anyone ever stopped me in the street. 10 minutes of my time and I get to use one of those cool virtual reality headsets and go shopping! It was hardly putting me out.
But the best thing is, they gave me a £10 shopping voucher that can be used pretty much anywhere! After waking up thinking I was drowning because I couldn't swallow my own spit due to my swollen throat, that was a pretty good start to the latter part of the morning. Yay surveys!
On my way to Boots at 9:30am today to try and get something for my sore throat when I got stopped and asked if I'd like to help with a survey about laundry stain removers. Having done my fair share of 'street' market research as a student, I'd always said I'd help out if anyone ever stopped me in the street. 10 minutes of my time and I get to use one of those cool virtual reality headsets and go shopping! It was hardly putting me out.
But the best thing is, they gave me a £10 shopping voucher that can be used pretty much anywhere! After waking up thinking I was drowning because I couldn't swallow my own spit due to my swollen throat, that was a pretty good start to the latter part of the morning. Yay surveys!
Friday, 19 November 2010
America...God shed His grace on thee!
By jove, you're gonna need it.
Everyone who knows me knows that I enjoy a good laugh, espcially if it is at America's expense. So obviously I'm having a field-day this week...what with this news story about AK-47 assault rifles being given away with truck purchases in Florida, and this one about a children's toy with an offensive name (which has subsequently been banned in the UK - and very rightly too).
Ok, neither story is actually funny. Scarey perhaps. America! What are you thinking?!
Everyone who knows me knows that I enjoy a good laugh, espcially if it is at America's expense. So obviously I'm having a field-day this week...what with this news story about AK-47 assault rifles being given away with truck purchases in Florida, and this one about a children's toy with an offensive name (which has subsequently been banned in the UK - and very rightly too).
Ok, neither story is actually funny. Scarey perhaps. America! What are you thinking?!
Thursday, 18 November 2010
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