caddyman: (Addams)
When I agreed to install World of Warcradft on my machine for Furtle, so we can see what the difference is in performance between a new PC with loads of memory and a fast processor and her relatively elderly Mac, I hadn't appreciated that there would be 8 compact disks of application and enough patches for me to simulate the download and back up of the entire NATO defence database.

Hmm.

The things we do for love.
caddyman: (Addams)
When I agreed to install World of Warcradft on my machine for Furtle, so we can see what the difference is in performance between a new PC with loads of memory and a fast processor and her relatively elderly Mac, I hadn't appreciated that there would be 8 compact disks of application and enough patches for me to simulate the download and back up of the entire NATO defence database.

Hmm.

The things we do for love.

Wednesday already?

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008 11:01 am
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I don’t know what I have done with my tote brolly, but it’s not in my rucksack and consequently I write to you as a rather soggy customer gently steaming in the workplace. I might nip into M&S at lunchtime and acquire one of their “Jumberellas”, like the one I got for Furtle a while back. Essentially it an overgrown tote that expands to the proximate size of a golf umbrella, which means a) that it keeps you nice and dry and b) ordinary, puny brollies can’t get close enough to pose a threat to your eyes with their nasty, pointy little ribs.

I left poor Furtle in bed this morning, feeling sick. It seems that the transition from Dried Frog to Horse pills has not been a happy one for her stomach and there have been consequent prayers down the great porcelain telephone. Hopefully a lie in, extra rest and plenty of water will sort that out.

For myself, the insomnia seems to have passed – touch wood. A combination of staying off coffee (but not tea) in the evenings, ensuring that I drink more water before bed and sprinkling oil of lavender (dilly, dilly) on the pillow, seems to have done the trick. Of course now I am awoken by the need to pee at 3.30 in the morning, but that’s the trade off, I suppose, as you get older. Broken sleep or no sleep; I’ll take the former. At least you can doze off again afterwards.

My puny work ethic, weak-willed and consumptive as it usually is, is coughing up even more blood than usual in the corner of the office today. It seems unlikely, therefore, that it will be able to goad my conscience, which has already with remarkable sangfroid allowed me to perfect the art of the disguised skive.

There may be further posts as the day wears on.

Wednesday already?

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008 11:01 am
caddyman: (Default)
I don’t know what I have done with my tote brolly, but it’s not in my rucksack and consequently I write to you as a rather soggy customer gently steaming in the workplace. I might nip into M&S at lunchtime and acquire one of their “Jumberellas”, like the one I got for Furtle a while back. Essentially it an overgrown tote that expands to the proximate size of a golf umbrella, which means a) that it keeps you nice and dry and b) ordinary, puny brollies can’t get close enough to pose a threat to your eyes with their nasty, pointy little ribs.

I left poor Furtle in bed this morning, feeling sick. It seems that the transition from Dried Frog to Horse pills has not been a happy one for her stomach and there have been consequent prayers down the great porcelain telephone. Hopefully a lie in, extra rest and plenty of water will sort that out.

For myself, the insomnia seems to have passed – touch wood. A combination of staying off coffee (but not tea) in the evenings, ensuring that I drink more water before bed and sprinkling oil of lavender (dilly, dilly) on the pillow, seems to have done the trick. Of course now I am awoken by the need to pee at 3.30 in the morning, but that’s the trade off, I suppose, as you get older. Broken sleep or no sleep; I’ll take the former. At least you can doze off again afterwards.

My puny work ethic, weak-willed and consumptive as it usually is, is coughing up even more blood than usual in the corner of the office today. It seems unlikely, therefore, that it will be able to goad my conscience, which has already with remarkable sangfroid allowed me to perfect the art of the disguised skive.

There may be further posts as the day wears on.

Happy birthday!

Friday, June 27th, 2008 11:19 am
caddyman: (Addams)
…and of course, it is happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle today! Hurrah!

We are going out for an Italian meal tonight, in the restaurant below the flat. We don’t want to have to wander too far if we are having wine and stuff!

Happy birthday!

Friday, June 27th, 2008 11:19 am
caddyman: (Addams)
…and of course, it is happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle today! Hurrah!

We are going out for an Italian meal tonight, in the restaurant below the flat. We don’t want to have to wander too far if we are having wine and stuff!
caddyman: (Addams)
Oh Lordy.

I have ten days to acclimatise myself. Furtle Ma has hinted that it might be nice if we all meet up “In Town” for a meal on Easter Saturday. I am going to meet the in-laws, as it were. I can’t complain; it’s been nearly two years and Furtle has made the trip up to see my gang twice in that time (admittedly the second was in less than ideal circumstances). Nonetheless, ten days is time aplenty to allow the nerves to fray and all the hideous possibilities for embarrassment - that intellectually we know will not occur - to play out, ripen and enhance themselves in the imagination.

Still: history and beer shall be our saviours. I shall talk history with Furtle Ma and pour beer down the neck (hopefully the inside of the neck) of Furtle Pa. I shall be relatively abstemious myself, in my best bib and tucker (or at least, clean and presentable bib and tucker) and turn on the charm.

I can already feel the first flutterings of the butterflies. D-Day minus ten and counting.
caddyman: (Addams)
Oh Lordy.

I have ten days to acclimatise myself. Furtle Ma has hinted that it might be nice if we all meet up “In Town” for a meal on Easter Saturday. I am going to meet the in-laws, as it were. I can’t complain; it’s been nearly two years and Furtle has made the trip up to see my gang twice in that time (admittedly the second was in less than ideal circumstances). Nonetheless, ten days is time aplenty to allow the nerves to fray and all the hideous possibilities for embarrassment - that intellectually we know will not occur - to play out, ripen and enhance themselves in the imagination.

Still: history and beer shall be our saviours. I shall talk history with Furtle Ma and pour beer down the neck (hopefully the inside of the neck) of Furtle Pa. I shall be relatively abstemious myself, in my best bib and tucker (or at least, clean and presentable bib and tucker) and turn on the charm.

I can already feel the first flutterings of the butterflies. D-Day minus ten and counting.
caddyman: (Addams)
I have not yet started packing; I shall do that shortly while Furtle is Warcrafting. She has broken the back of her packing requirements, though it is likely that a decant into another bag (one with wheels and a handle, similar to the one, for instance, that I have been trying to lend her...) will be needed.

As a final run through the stuff she needs to take, she asked me to read her (very long) checklist back to her.

Now, I'm not saying that her handwriting leaves something to be desired, but amongst the bits I could decipher, there were these gems that had us rolling around in mirth:

Eye Mash, which turned out to be the less alarming eye mask (for sleeping on the plane);
Tit Paste(!), which it transpires is rather less interesting "T&T paste" or toothbrush and toothpaste;
fissures, which I managed to decode into the more reasonable tissues; and finally,
Dead Rat, which I am assured is the rather less pungent and more fragrant deodorant.

Travel with Furtle is not dull by any means.
caddyman: (Addams)
I have not yet started packing; I shall do that shortly while Furtle is Warcrafting. She has broken the back of her packing requirements, though it is likely that a decant into another bag (one with wheels and a handle, similar to the one, for instance, that I have been trying to lend her...) will be needed.

As a final run through the stuff she needs to take, she asked me to read her (very long) checklist back to her.

Now, I'm not saying that her handwriting leaves something to be desired, but amongst the bits I could decipher, there were these gems that had us rolling around in mirth:

Eye Mash, which turned out to be the less alarming eye mask (for sleeping on the plane);
Tit Paste(!), which it transpires is rather less interesting "T&T paste" or toothbrush and toothpaste;
fissures, which I managed to decode into the more reasonable tissues; and finally,
Dead Rat, which I am assured is the rather less pungent and more fragrant deodorant.

Travel with Furtle is not dull by any means.

Furtle's Big Day Out

Monday, July 9th, 2007 12:06 am
caddyman: (Addams)

Penguin Pool Penguin Pool
Look Ma, no penguins!


Yesterday was a very busy one for the denizens of the Athenaeum Club, around midday we decamped to the Tube and down to Camden where we sloped off to the Edinboro Castle to meet friends for lunch and drinks before trailing off to London Zoo at Regent's Park. I made the rather silly choice of wearing my leather U Boat Commander's jacket despite Furtle's warnings against the heat. My reasoning was simple: there had been no sign of summer so far this year, so whilst I might be a tad warm on the tube, out in the open air, it would be fine.

She was right and I was wrong. At the risk of TMI, there were tide marks on my clothes by the time I got home a little over 12 hours later...

The turnout was spectacular - I am not going to list everyone here, because if I forget someone it will look like a slight and it's not intended to be. I understand there were, at various points, some 21 of us and when later, we decamped again to Pendrel's Oak in Holborn, we were joined by a further 14 who had been to the NWO Meet organized by birthday boy, [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis.

Because of the heat I am afraid that with the exception of a very nice cold Kriek at the Edinboro Castle I stayed off the beer and during the evening rediscovered the delights of pitchers of Pimm's - finishing off with a pitcher of Pimm Pomm - pomegranate Pimm's. Lovely.

Anyway, I took a whole wad of pictures and you should be able to access the gallery by clicking on the wonderful photo (!) of the penguin pool designed by Lutyens but no longer used because, frankly, the Penguins hated it. It is the way of these things that useless as it is, it is a Grade II listed building, which means that it cannot be demolished - the zoo is not even allowed to take the words "Penguin Pool" off it, much to the bafflement of tourists. They are entirely unsorted, so you will have to take the rough with the smooth, I'm afraid.

In the meantime, see the poor sad lonely penguin wander off...

I hope everyone who came enjoyed it as much as we did. Next year, anybody...?

Furtle's Big Day Out

Monday, July 9th, 2007 12:06 am
caddyman: (Addams)

Penguin Pool Penguin Pool
Look Ma, no penguins!


Yesterday was a very busy one for the denizens of the Athenaeum Club, around midday we decamped to the Tube and down to Camden where we sloped off to the Edinboro Castle to meet friends for lunch and drinks before trailing off to London Zoo at Regent's Park. I made the rather silly choice of wearing my leather U Boat Commander's jacket despite Furtle's warnings against the heat. My reasoning was simple: there had been no sign of summer so far this year, so whilst I might be a tad warm on the tube, out in the open air, it would be fine.

She was right and I was wrong. At the risk of TMI, there were tide marks on my clothes by the time I got home a little over 12 hours later...

The turnout was spectacular - I am not going to list everyone here, because if I forget someone it will look like a slight and it's not intended to be. I understand there were, at various points, some 21 of us and when later, we decamped again to Pendrel's Oak in Holborn, we were joined by a further 14 who had been to the NWO Meet organized by birthday boy, [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis.

Because of the heat I am afraid that with the exception of a very nice cold Kriek at the Edinboro Castle I stayed off the beer and during the evening rediscovered the delights of pitchers of Pimm's - finishing off with a pitcher of Pimm Pomm - pomegranate Pimm's. Lovely.

Anyway, I took a whole wad of pictures and you should be able to access the gallery by clicking on the wonderful photo (!) of the penguin pool designed by Lutyens but no longer used because, frankly, the Penguins hated it. It is the way of these things that useless as it is, it is a Grade II listed building, which means that it cannot be demolished - the zoo is not even allowed to take the words "Penguin Pool" off it, much to the bafflement of tourists. They are entirely unsorted, so you will have to take the rough with the smooth, I'm afraid.

In the meantime, see the poor sad lonely penguin wander off...

I hope everyone who came enjoyed it as much as we did. Next year, anybody...?

England 1 Ecuador 0

Sunday, June 25th, 2006 06:09 pm
caddyman: (footie)
Dismal first half, slightly better in the second.

I blame myself; I forgot to wear the lucky England shirt before half time. We were much better after I had rectified this sartorial error.

David "Golden Balls" Beckham becomes the first English player to score in three different World Cup tournaments as we stagger with ungainly authority towards glory. England always manage one outstanding performance in every tournament; we haven't seen it yet so there remains ground for hope. We can keep blaming the heat, I suppose, but it's the same for everyone and they have been there long enough to acclimatise.

See, I can clutch at straws with the best of them.

The next England match is on 1 July; I am going to have to find some way of entertaining [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle for the duration of the game, though the quarter finals may be far enough through the competition for her to start being interested. Who knows? The one thing I am certain of, is that I shall need tranquilisers if they keep this style of performance going for much longer.

Oh well, we're through to the quarters and I guess that's what counts. If only we could do it with a little panache for once. Holland and Portugal play tonight; probably have to watch that game to see which of the two we meet on Saturday.

Later, peeps.

England 1 Ecuador 0

Sunday, June 25th, 2006 06:09 pm
caddyman: (footie)
Dismal first half, slightly better in the second.

I blame myself; I forgot to wear the lucky England shirt before half time. We were much better after I had rectified this sartorial error.

David "Golden Balls" Beckham becomes the first English player to score in three different World Cup tournaments as we stagger with ungainly authority towards glory. England always manage one outstanding performance in every tournament; we haven't seen it yet so there remains ground for hope. We can keep blaming the heat, I suppose, but it's the same for everyone and they have been there long enough to acclimatise.

See, I can clutch at straws with the best of them.

The next England match is on 1 July; I am going to have to find some way of entertaining [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle for the duration of the game, though the quarter finals may be far enough through the competition for her to start being interested. Who knows? The one thing I am certain of, is that I shall need tranquilisers if they keep this style of performance going for much longer.

Oh well, we're through to the quarters and I guess that's what counts. If only we could do it with a little panache for once. Holland and Portugal play tonight; probably have to watch that game to see which of the two we meet on Saturday.

Later, peeps.

The Furtle Has Landed

Thursday, June 15th, 2006 07:51 pm
caddyman: (Strangelove)
Unexpectedly earlier I received a text from a harassed [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle requesting sanctuary in which to continue her work on her thesis, since the vibe in Chateau Furtle has been singularly not condusive for writing. It is, I suspect, a Feng Shui thing. The Tower is aligned with the Pole Star and the Great Pyramid of Cheops. Chateau Furtle is not. Moreover my gaff is not frequented by exhibitionist pigeons which distract an eminently distract-able Furtle far too easily.

With a promised brief respite at 9pm to watch House on Channel 5, Miss Furtle is intending to burn the midnight oil to catch up on the work she has to do. In and of itself this is not a problem, but in an attempt to ensure she manages this feat of scholasticism, she has insisted that there be Red Bull and wine gums available. They are. In fact, she is sitting next to a fridge maintained by a geek and kept by his computer, which means that she has access, in addition, to 16 cans of Coke, 2 cans of Lemonade, 5 Mars Bars and 2 Snickers Bars.

This worries me, for tonight is a school night and a carbohydrate enriched Furtle is a fearsome prospect.

I am resolved that when I go to bed tonight, and she is still working until the wee small hours, or indeed, on the amount of fizz available to her, until the fat large hours, that I shall wear a post-it note on my back.

The post-it will read:

In answer to the FAQ;
Yes,
Yes,
No.

PTO.

It's a school night!

I may just get some sleep thus armoured.

The Furtle Has Landed

Thursday, June 15th, 2006 07:51 pm
caddyman: (Strangelove)
Unexpectedly earlier I received a text from a harassed [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle requesting sanctuary in which to continue her work on her thesis, since the vibe in Chateau Furtle has been singularly not condusive for writing. It is, I suspect, a Feng Shui thing. The Tower is aligned with the Pole Star and the Great Pyramid of Cheops. Chateau Furtle is not. Moreover my gaff is not frequented by exhibitionist pigeons which distract an eminently distract-able Furtle far too easily.

With a promised brief respite at 9pm to watch House on Channel 5, Miss Furtle is intending to burn the midnight oil to catch up on the work she has to do. In and of itself this is not a problem, but in an attempt to ensure she manages this feat of scholasticism, she has insisted that there be Red Bull and wine gums available. They are. In fact, she is sitting next to a fridge maintained by a geek and kept by his computer, which means that she has access, in addition, to 16 cans of Coke, 2 cans of Lemonade, 5 Mars Bars and 2 Snickers Bars.

This worries me, for tonight is a school night and a carbohydrate enriched Furtle is a fearsome prospect.

I am resolved that when I go to bed tonight, and she is still working until the wee small hours, or indeed, on the amount of fizz available to her, until the fat large hours, that I shall wear a post-it note on my back.

The post-it will read:

In answer to the FAQ;
Yes,
Yes,
No.

PTO.

It's a school night!

I may just get some sleep thus armoured.

(no subject)

Saturday, June 10th, 2006 11:05 am
caddyman: (footie)
It's just turned 11 am and it's already too hot.

[livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle is wandering into the West End in a while to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] romney for a football free afternoon, while I sit in front of the Athenaeum TV and watch in mounting apprehension, England's seeming inability to score against supposedly inferior opposition.

At this moment the Furtle and the Hamster are gassing on my mobile and taking the pee out of the 21st Century Schizoid Band, despite both professing to like them. I was going to wander into town and watch the game down in the Civil Service Club, but I have decided that it is too hot (oh, inconstant moi), so I am stopping here where there are fans (of the air moving variety)and cold beer in the fridge.

I was going to link this back to an entry I made exactly a year ago on the assumption that there would be a rant about the weather. Turns out, quite apart from the fact that I can't remember the html coding, that I was bewailing the complete lack of post Chernobyl superheroes, so that really doesn't cut the mustard relevance-wise.

You can search out an appropriate grumble about the heat if you want to: there's plenty back there.

Right.

Brekky.

(no subject)

Saturday, June 10th, 2006 11:05 am
caddyman: (footie)
It's just turned 11 am and it's already too hot.

[livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle is wandering into the West End in a while to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] romney for a football free afternoon, while I sit in front of the Athenaeum TV and watch in mounting apprehension, England's seeming inability to score against supposedly inferior opposition.

At this moment the Furtle and the Hamster are gassing on my mobile and taking the pee out of the 21st Century Schizoid Band, despite both professing to like them. I was going to wander into town and watch the game down in the Civil Service Club, but I have decided that it is too hot (oh, inconstant moi), so I am stopping here where there are fans (of the air moving variety)and cold beer in the fridge.

I was going to link this back to an entry I made exactly a year ago on the assumption that there would be a rant about the weather. Turns out, quite apart from the fact that I can't remember the html coding, that I was bewailing the complete lack of post Chernobyl superheroes, so that really doesn't cut the mustard relevance-wise.

You can search out an appropriate grumble about the heat if you want to: there's plenty back there.

Right.

Brekky.

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