February 23, 2007
My beloved and I visited Le Champignon Sauvage ( a Not the Nine O’Clock News sketch there–’when I met Gerald he was completely wild’, ‘wild? I was livid’) this week. And very good it was too. I broke my incipient and collapsing vegetarianism by eating duck hearts. And very nice they were as well.
It’s the sort of place which allows you to enjoy yourself. Laugh, have fun. We had fun by writing our new Edinburgh show. ‘Major moments of world history through the medium of mime’. We got Diana’s death, the Kennedy assassination (Mrs W. doing a particularly good impression of the magic bullet I thought), the Vietnam War, Anne Frank (though that required some vocalisation, ‘fuck this, not another diary…’).
Any other ideas?
And about time too. Next step, the polar bears eat the President of merka
February 22, 2007
One of my beloved brothers has started bloggin and ranting over here. Nice stuff, like a mini-uk boingboing at the mo. Course he’s very late into the blogoshire, but I’m sure he’ll grace it rather more than I do at the moment. I’m awaiting the flippant throwaways on xianity to spark off a family war…
A few other ranters have added me to their blogrolls (which is very flattering, considering how little I post), and can now be found over in the blogroll. Special mention to the wonderful Dr. Rant team, who are taking apart the changes in the NHS with bewildering speed (they need that Gerry Robinson bloke).
February 9, 2007
One of the issues in getting older is that as time spins faster and faster you realise that you’ve left longer and longer between visiting/seeing/speaking to/touching base with long term friends. Added to which, I’m not really that good at keeping in contact with people (mardy sod was a term invented for me).
The beginning of February always reminds me of this because its the birthday of so many of them. So, apart from Mrs W., with whom I had a happy few days, there’s Jo and Dave, whom I’ve known for almost two decades now, and are beloved of my heart, and then Sean who I barely see, but who saw me through many bad times, and, of course, to my best ‘Friend’, Mr. Friend himself, still floaty and in love, who I miss rather a lot.
Happy birthday y’all.
Walked into the (public) toilets at work today. Two guys are there wanking each other off (and, no, before you ask, neither was attractive).
“Get out of my fucking gallery”, quoth I.
Which they did. One of my more literate colleagues points out that a slight alteration in intonation and they’d just have assumed they’d been performing the wrong act in the wrong part of the building.
“Oh, sorry, is this the fucking gallery? We wanted the mutual masturbation performance space…”
BoingBoing has a post about the new Pipes service from Yahoo. which looks well interesting in a web 2.0/social network/what the hell is this really for? type way (see flickr/delicious, etc).
First thing I think? Cool, I can get BoingBoing without Xeni Jardin (which would be ironic considering she wrote the pipes post). But seems someone’s beaten me to it. Xeni, another waste of that second X chromosome.