I used to think life's a bitter pill, but it's a grand old time...
Soundtrack: who else but
The RaptureS'funny how an upbeat song can give you the fizz you need.
All of a sudden, my job got interesting, just as I'm packing up my filing cabinet into a spotted hanky on a stick. Ironic, I suppose, given that I've been little than a drone for a long time. So the new organisation is bringing in a new way of working which includes online submission, and I'm configuring websites and project managing the whole kit 'n' kaboodle. I feel giddy and slightly sick about the latter thing: this is the chance I've waited for to do things that actually
mean something.
Busy week outside work too, it's almost like the world has woken up from hibernation and invited me out for drinks. Good for them, and for me too! The delights of Thai meals, gigs and get-togethers with folk who are leaving town call me. I'm also beginning to think about parties of my own, so expect to hear more soon.
Baby, your phrasing is bad
Soundtrack: Various
Rubble highlights
It's been a while since I updated this. Sure you've all been pining terribly for it...
Sister Number 2 was hospitalised with an excruciating tooth abcess which almost killed her - apparently had she been half an hour longer getting to the A&E department, her airways would have closed up. Scary stuff.
Lots more DIY has been undertaken. The muggy stench of gloss paint is fast becoming my signature scent. Which is fine, because there's a gap in the market that Jade Goody and Britney Spears have left open, owing to them both being in rehab.
I celebrated Valentine's Day with
JJ by going to see
Hot Fuzz, which I enjoyed.
Still no leaving date for me, although some colleagues are about to hear more about their certain fate over the next day or two. Unsurprisingly, it's all been handled with the tact and subtlety that we have come to expect from the organisation we work for. I'm still going out of my skull with boredom, which is unfortunate, because I'm going to be about for quite a bit longer yet.
Ah yes, there is something I need to draw your attention to that's coming up this week.
Last year I mentioned watching a TV show which left me in shreds, featuring a man who decided that becoming a Cliff Richard impersonator was the best way to pay off his mortgage. This Thursday BBC2 are showing an update on his progress. This was one of the best pieces of unintentionally funny telly I've seen, and I urge you all to seek it out.
Waiting for a dream
Soundtrack: Want Two by Rufus Wainwright
I'm looking at my PC monitor at a picture of
Michael Buble. This was cut from a copy of Time Out and was clipped for the caption; '
Look ladies, he can read! Canadian swing singer Michael Buble, the man who makes Jamie Cullen look like Sun Ra, plays the Hammersmith Apollo.'
I remember choking with laughter when I first saw this and it continues to gives me pleasure on a daily basis.
Alongside this is a collection of Yiddishisms collected together from a
Schott's Miscellany calendar, given to me by the
Young Llama, who is of Jewish extraction.
Which leads me onto this...I'm listening to one of the queeniest singers ever and wondering if he's planning to sue that young lad
Mika for nicking his
schtick at any point soon.
Other stuff, then. It was good to see
Mrs Green at the weekend. The DIY continues apace (we have a proper bathroom floor at last!). There's still no date for leaving my job.
Today there is bright sunshine, and I feel chirpy when I have no real reason to be. The novelty hasn't worn off just yet.
