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Today is going to be a real swine to get through. I am just about to have my third coffee of the morning – in fact I am seriously thinking about wandering out to Starbucks and buying something with enough caffeine to give me heart palpitations.

Suffice it to say that I am tired – bone weary tired. After the power cut was over last night, even with the fan blaring away it never got cool, just less warm. There was no decent thunderstorm, just a brief spattering of rain, enough to ramp up the humidity levels a notch further.

I am sick of it. I got the joke weeks ago and it’s not funny any more. Roll on the autumn (but that's two months away).

The hot weather is causing tempers to fray, too. People are sullen and offhand and quick to take offence for the merest hint of a sleight even where one was clearly not intended. It won’t be long before there’s a good old fist fight out on Victoria Street, or around one of the tube stations (though the intense heat on some of the lines, particularly the Victoria Line may militate against this).

Now I am as placid a fellow as you could hope to meet as a rule, and even I am liable to get snarky over the most pointlessly inconsequential of things at the moment, particularly if there is even the merest hint of dehydration. The upshot is that I really don’t want to deal with any of our ‘stakeholders’ on the phone for fear of a sarcasm overflow. At least when writing I can edit my words, but verbally, my idiot filter is clogged up and not likely to work properly again until after I have had a long night’s sleep, which in itself looks to remain unlikely until the temperatures drop a considerable number of degrees for a prolonged period. I really envy [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle’s magical ability to doze off at the drop of a hat.
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Today is going to be a real swine to get through. I am just about to have my third coffee of the morning – in fact I am seriously thinking about wandering out to Starbucks and buying something with enough caffeine to give me heart palpitations.

Suffice it to say that I am tired – bone weary tired. After the power cut was over last night, even with the fan blaring away it never got cool, just less warm. There was no decent thunderstorm, just a brief spattering of rain, enough to ramp up the humidity levels a notch further.

I am sick of it. I got the joke weeks ago and it’s not funny any more. Roll on the autumn (but that's two months away).

The hot weather is causing tempers to fray, too. People are sullen and offhand and quick to take offence for the merest hint of a sleight even where one was clearly not intended. It won’t be long before there’s a good old fist fight out on Victoria Street, or around one of the tube stations (though the intense heat on some of the lines, particularly the Victoria Line may militate against this).

Now I am as placid a fellow as you could hope to meet as a rule, and even I am liable to get snarky over the most pointlessly inconsequential of things at the moment, particularly if there is even the merest hint of dehydration. The upshot is that I really don’t want to deal with any of our ‘stakeholders’ on the phone for fear of a sarcasm overflow. At least when writing I can edit my words, but verbally, my idiot filter is clogged up and not likely to work properly again until after I have had a long night’s sleep, which in itself looks to remain unlikely until the temperatures drop a considerable number of degrees for a prolonged period. I really envy [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle’s magical ability to doze off at the drop of a hat.
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So the gritters are out, are they? You have probably seen it on the news in one form or another, but I thought I'd record it here for posterity, or my dotage, or weblog obsolescence, whichever comes first.

UK roads are, like the wicked witch, melting. Tar, like gooey black mozzarella is sticking to tyres and feet and stringing out behind and below. Lovely. It is also the wrong kind of heat for trains (most weather conditions are the wrong type for trains), as tracks buckle and trains are forced top slow down or divert.

The water companies are complaining that there's not enough rain and that we are in drought conditions. At the same time, it's not their fault that the water reserves we do have are seeping away because the old Victorian pipes can't take it any more1. It's not their fault that they are making record profits and paying handsome dividends. There's nothing left for maintenance. It's not their fault.

I'm no socialist, but back in the '80s when the utilities we supposedly already owned were being sold back to us, I couldn't see the logic (other than as a short-term idea to raise money for the Treasury so that the Thatcher years could be funded at low tax rates). Each of the privatised services is in a mess, and each is kicking out massive profits with little reinvestment - except the trains which seem to be getting worse with massive investment.

We seem to have forgotten how to run the country and judging by the temperatures, Hell is doing the subcontracting.

Edited to add: I'd forget my head if'n it wasn't bolted on. In addition to the melting roads, I meant to mention that the Thames is drying up. The first fifteen miles from the source down stream are now dry, dusty flatbeds. So drought, over extraction and wastage. Hurrah.

1In London alone, Thames Water are running billboard adverts boasting that the work they are doing will save the equivalent of the GLA building full of water from being lost every 12 hours. Just how much water is being lost?
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So the gritters are out, are they? You have probably seen it on the news in one form or another, but I thought I'd record it here for posterity, or my dotage, or weblog obsolescence, whichever comes first.

UK roads are, like the wicked witch, melting. Tar, like gooey black mozzarella is sticking to tyres and feet and stringing out behind and below. Lovely. It is also the wrong kind of heat for trains (most weather conditions are the wrong type for trains), as tracks buckle and trains are forced top slow down or divert.

The water companies are complaining that there's not enough rain and that we are in drought conditions. At the same time, it's not their fault that the water reserves we do have are seeping away because the old Victorian pipes can't take it any more1. It's not their fault that they are making record profits and paying handsome dividends. There's nothing left for maintenance. It's not their fault.

I'm no socialist, but back in the '80s when the utilities we supposedly already owned were being sold back to us, I couldn't see the logic (other than as a short-term idea to raise money for the Treasury so that the Thatcher years could be funded at low tax rates). Each of the privatised services is in a mess, and each is kicking out massive profits with little reinvestment - except the trains which seem to be getting worse with massive investment.

We seem to have forgotten how to run the country and judging by the temperatures, Hell is doing the subcontracting.

Edited to add: I'd forget my head if'n it wasn't bolted on. In addition to the melting roads, I meant to mention that the Thames is drying up. The first fifteen miles from the source down stream are now dry, dusty flatbeds. So drought, over extraction and wastage. Hurrah.

1In London alone, Thames Water are running billboard adverts boasting that the work they are doing will save the equivalent of the GLA building full of water from being lost every 12 hours. Just how much water is being lost?

Upper sartoria

Wednesday, July 12th, 2006 10:25 am
caddyman: (Stalin Award)
Attention shirt makers!

There is a gap in the market which you are conspicuously failing to fill: shirts with darker backs than fronts. Especially useful in the summer for the city dweller when it is too hot to wear a jacket to work so everything gets bundled into a rucksack instead. These are the days when the public transport system heaters are set to full power and the windows jammed shut. The sun will also shine a little.

In short, it will be hot, even when the sun ain’t shining.

Normal shirts can’t cope. The back, whether you are wearing a jacket or no, carrying a rucksack or no, the back will get moist, perhaps even slick1. Now it would be so simple to hide this annoying and uncomfortable fact if shirts were made available on which the back panel was of a darker hue than the front. The hideous reality of modern urban life would be hidden from unwary eyes.

While I’m at it, shirts with self-fragrancing arm pits. Think about it.

1I do apologise for using such language this time of day, particularly the former of the two words, but sometimes it just has to be said. And since I’ve said it once, I shall use the forbidden word again: moist. (May as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb).

Upper sartoria

Wednesday, July 12th, 2006 10:25 am
caddyman: (Stalin Award)
Attention shirt makers!

There is a gap in the market which you are conspicuously failing to fill: shirts with darker backs than fronts. Especially useful in the summer for the city dweller when it is too hot to wear a jacket to work so everything gets bundled into a rucksack instead. These are the days when the public transport system heaters are set to full power and the windows jammed shut. The sun will also shine a little.

In short, it will be hot, even when the sun ain’t shining.

Normal shirts can’t cope. The back, whether you are wearing a jacket or no, carrying a rucksack or no, the back will get moist, perhaps even slick1. Now it would be so simple to hide this annoying and uncomfortable fact if shirts were made available on which the back panel was of a darker hue than the front. The hideous reality of modern urban life would be hidden from unwary eyes.

While I’m at it, shirts with self-fragrancing arm pits. Think about it.

1I do apologise for using such language this time of day, particularly the former of the two words, but sometimes it just has to be said. And since I’ve said it once, I shall use the forbidden word again: moist. (May as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb).

More Bleh

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 02:27 pm
caddyman: (Sid James)
Well the idiot mouth breather from the West Country can make do with figures going back to 1995. I haven't found them yet, but I have spent the entire morning (less ciggie break) working out where to get the information from. It's all comparatively easy now.

I hope.

I nipped out to buy sarnies at lunchtime as usual. What with the sudden damp weather, but warm temperatures, it feels like the inside of an airing cupboard outside right now. And of course it started raining heavily, too. None of this seems to be affecting the temperature in the slightest, though the humidity is now something special. I was wrong this morning; that wasn't gill-growing weather, this is: a touch more tropical than before.

Anyone lost a monsoon? I think we have one here. It's free to the first person to arrange their own transport.

More Bleh

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 02:27 pm
caddyman: (Sid James)
Well the idiot mouth breather from the West Country can make do with figures going back to 1995. I haven't found them yet, but I have spent the entire morning (less ciggie break) working out where to get the information from. It's all comparatively easy now.

I hope.

I nipped out to buy sarnies at lunchtime as usual. What with the sudden damp weather, but warm temperatures, it feels like the inside of an airing cupboard outside right now. And of course it started raining heavily, too. None of this seems to be affecting the temperature in the slightest, though the humidity is now something special. I was wrong this morning; that wasn't gill-growing weather, this is: a touch more tropical than before.

Anyone lost a monsoon? I think we have one here. It's free to the first person to arrange their own transport.

Bleh

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 10:20 am
caddyman: (Sid James)
This morning my bones feel like lead. I think I slept well enough; I certainly don't recall waking up at odd intervals as I sometimes do, but I don't feel rested. Of course, with the heat and all I didn't even attempt to sleep until around 2am.

Today the weather is cooler and greyer and there was a light drizzle when I exited the tube station at Victoria. It is still warm and the additional moisture will just push the humidity up to the point where gills will feel like a fashion necessity.

To add to my joy, I find that a west country MP of the Lib Dim persuasion has asked for details of the average weekly rent for every local authority in England since 1990.

Twat.

Of what possible use can that be to anybody?

Today will not be a good work day.

Bleh

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 10:20 am
caddyman: (Sid James)
This morning my bones feel like lead. I think I slept well enough; I certainly don't recall waking up at odd intervals as I sometimes do, but I don't feel rested. Of course, with the heat and all I didn't even attempt to sleep until around 2am.

Today the weather is cooler and greyer and there was a light drizzle when I exited the tube station at Victoria. It is still warm and the additional moisture will just push the humidity up to the point where gills will feel like a fashion necessity.

To add to my joy, I find that a west country MP of the Lib Dim persuasion has asked for details of the average weekly rent for every local authority in England since 1990.

Twat.

Of what possible use can that be to anybody?

Today will not be a good work day.
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Following on from tonight's (last night's to be more accurate) defeat of Germany by the Italians in the World Cup semi final, there was a great deal of fuss and commotion out on the High Road between about 9.45 and 10.30.

Lots of happy shouting and cars driving by, horns a-tooting. Some of this is no doubt due to the exuberance of the Great Unwashed taking a keen delight in the defeat of Germany. Myself, other than feeling frustration at their uncanny ability to get past us in penalty shoot-outs but rarely open play (and let's face it, the England side in any of its incarnations must take a fair portion of the blame for cracking at the vital moment, even when playing well), have never really begrudged them their footballing success, though by preference (after England) I have a soft spot for the Brazilians.

Anyway. Not all the noise, which we enjoyed to the full as all the windows were open in a vain attempt to disperse this infernal heat, could be put down to excited chavdom.

It hasn't occurred to me before, but there must be a sizeable Italian community here in Whetstone. Either that or one very excited Italian.

There is a very good Italian restaurant up the road. I wonder if they will have the final on in there on Sunday, and whether they will be feeling generous enough to serve extra-generous portions...?

That said, it's not cheap, so I will probably instead make something with pasta and eat it at home with a nice bottle of Italian red. I haven't made a humongous spag-bol for ages. Maybe now's the time.

In the meantime, it's all horribly hot and all to the point where health alerts are being issued. I am going to melt on the bed now and hope to sleep. With luck we will have a storm.

Bet we don't.
caddyman: (athenaeum club)
Following on from tonight's (last night's to be more accurate) defeat of Germany by the Italians in the World Cup semi final, there was a great deal of fuss and commotion out on the High Road between about 9.45 and 10.30.

Lots of happy shouting and cars driving by, horns a-tooting. Some of this is no doubt due to the exuberance of the Great Unwashed taking a keen delight in the defeat of Germany. Myself, other than feeling frustration at their uncanny ability to get past us in penalty shoot-outs but rarely open play (and let's face it, the England side in any of its incarnations must take a fair portion of the blame for cracking at the vital moment, even when playing well), have never really begrudged them their footballing success, though by preference (after England) I have a soft spot for the Brazilians.

Anyway. Not all the noise, which we enjoyed to the full as all the windows were open in a vain attempt to disperse this infernal heat, could be put down to excited chavdom.

It hasn't occurred to me before, but there must be a sizeable Italian community here in Whetstone. Either that or one very excited Italian.

There is a very good Italian restaurant up the road. I wonder if they will have the final on in there on Sunday, and whether they will be feeling generous enough to serve extra-generous portions...?

That said, it's not cheap, so I will probably instead make something with pasta and eat it at home with a nice bottle of Italian red. I haven't made a humongous spag-bol for ages. Maybe now's the time.

In the meantime, it's all horribly hot and all to the point where health alerts are being issued. I am going to melt on the bed now and hope to sleep. With luck we will have a storm.

Bet we don't.
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My journal continues to attract Russian language readers. The latest (hello, [livejournal.com profile] fiorelli) seems to be based in Oxford, but writes in Russian. I assume it’s Russian – I am no expert, it doesn’t look like Greek, but it could be Klingon or even the Black Tongue of Mordor (which I believe responds well to penicillin).

Hello, then, [livejournal.com profile] fiorelli, please do not be offended that I do not add you back, but Russian (or Klingon) is all Double Dutch to me and as I’ve said elsewhere, even if I don’t comment on a journal, I like to feel that I can, should I feel so moved.

London continues to be unbearably hot and humid. Last night I finally managed to doze off only after some difficulty and because I had both a cool shower and then lay on the bed with a handy damp cloth to absorb the heat. It is getting beyond a joke; even the fan only circulates warm air around the place. This morning the High Road was already baking at 8.45. The weather forecast has this all set to continue until midweek when we should get thunder storms and then temperatures should drop off for a few days.

I do hope so; sleep would be nice – more precisely, a period of continued and uninterrupted sleep would be nice. I am fed up with feeling dog tired all the time.

Ah well, I guess I’d better get on and do something – there are things that need to be done whether I feel like doing them or not.

Does anyone have a set of infallible lottery numbers I can use next weekend? I feel like being wealthy but not like working for it.
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My journal continues to attract Russian language readers. The latest (hello, [livejournal.com profile] fiorelli) seems to be based in Oxford, but writes in Russian. I assume it’s Russian – I am no expert, it doesn’t look like Greek, but it could be Klingon or even the Black Tongue of Mordor (which I believe responds well to penicillin).

Hello, then, [livejournal.com profile] fiorelli, please do not be offended that I do not add you back, but Russian (or Klingon) is all Double Dutch to me and as I’ve said elsewhere, even if I don’t comment on a journal, I like to feel that I can, should I feel so moved.

London continues to be unbearably hot and humid. Last night I finally managed to doze off only after some difficulty and because I had both a cool shower and then lay on the bed with a handy damp cloth to absorb the heat. It is getting beyond a joke; even the fan only circulates warm air around the place. This morning the High Road was already baking at 8.45. The weather forecast has this all set to continue until midweek when we should get thunder storms and then temperatures should drop off for a few days.

I do hope so; sleep would be nice – more precisely, a period of continued and uninterrupted sleep would be nice. I am fed up with feeling dog tired all the time.

Ah well, I guess I’d better get on and do something – there are things that need to be done whether I feel like doing them or not.

Does anyone have a set of infallible lottery numbers I can use next weekend? I feel like being wealthy but not like working for it.

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.

I have the fear

Sunday, June 25th, 2006 10:40 am
caddyman: (footie)
Well today is the day we find out if England have what it takes to progress in the World Cup. At 4pm they play unfancied Ecuador in the alarmingly-named "Round of Sixteen"1. In theory, this should be a relatively easy game, but that is to be unfair to Ecuador who have progressed thus far after some interesting performances in the qualifiers, if not the group stage of the finals. England, on the other hand have displayed the occasional moments of flair and brilliance between long periods of joyless, unmotivated and uninspiring third-class football. The heat is a factor, and will be again today, but they should have acclimatised by now after close on three weeks.

Or so one would hope.

Injuries to the already small selection of strikers available following Eriksson's odd squad selection do little to boost confidence either.

We shall see. England should win; indeed they should sail through, but how many times have we heard that about this overpaid bunch of misfit millionaires?

Other than strictly footballing concerns, the omens remain bad closer to home. Not only will legendary jonah, [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim be watching the game, but he has invited the otherwise estimable and semi-mythical Henry2 to the Athenaeum Club to watch the game. The combined aura of negativity may be too much for the benevolent powers exerted by yours truly, even when wearing an England shirt and absorbing alcohol like blotting paper.

We shall see.

1To my fevered imagination this does not sound like part of a football tournament, rather it suggests a mediaeval dance troupe lead by Blondel or someone similar, boogieing on down to some sweet lyre and tambour riffs while the mead flows copiously. Either that or some kind of organised group orgy.

2For those of you who do not know, Henry is the avatar of the mostly silent [livejournal.com profile] ruletwo. Rule Two Originates from, I believe, The Bristol University War Games Society. where rule two of the constitution simply read, "It's all Henry's fault".

I have the fear

Sunday, June 25th, 2006 10:40 am
caddyman: (footie)
Well today is the day we find out if England have what it takes to progress in the World Cup. At 4pm they play unfancied Ecuador in the alarmingly-named "Round of Sixteen"1. In theory, this should be a relatively easy game, but that is to be unfair to Ecuador who have progressed thus far after some interesting performances in the qualifiers, if not the group stage of the finals. England, on the other hand have displayed the occasional moments of flair and brilliance between long periods of joyless, unmotivated and uninspiring third-class football. The heat is a factor, and will be again today, but they should have acclimatised by now after close on three weeks.

Or so one would hope.

Injuries to the already small selection of strikers available following Eriksson's odd squad selection do little to boost confidence either.

We shall see. England should win; indeed they should sail through, but how many times have we heard that about this overpaid bunch of misfit millionaires?

Other than strictly footballing concerns, the omens remain bad closer to home. Not only will legendary jonah, [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim be watching the game, but he has invited the otherwise estimable and semi-mythical Henry2 to the Athenaeum Club to watch the game. The combined aura of negativity may be too much for the benevolent powers exerted by yours truly, even when wearing an England shirt and absorbing alcohol like blotting paper.

We shall see.

1To my fevered imagination this does not sound like part of a football tournament, rather it suggests a mediaeval dance troupe lead by Blondel or someone similar, boogieing on down to some sweet lyre and tambour riffs while the mead flows copiously. Either that or some kind of organised group orgy.

2For those of you who do not know, Henry is the avatar of the mostly silent [livejournal.com profile] ruletwo. Rule Two Originates from, I believe, The Bristol University War Games Society. where rule two of the constitution simply read, "It's all Henry's fault".

(no subject)

Saturday, June 24th, 2006 11:30 pm
caddyman: (footie)
I have eaten too much pizza, and probably watched too much football. I am tired, too, which is annoying since I haven't actually been up quite 12 hours as I type this.

I blame the heat.

In the football, Sweden were frankly disappointing against Germany who should have won by at least 7 goals, but for the heroic work of the Swedish goalkeeper. Mind you, a dodgy sending off and a missed penalty hardly helped Sweden's cause.

A break for Dr Who, which I enjoyed (I realise that it is unfashionable amongst most of my LJ readership to admit to liking it, given that most of you insist on trying to compare it with adult-orientated sci-fi as opposed to accepting it as the family show it is), then on to Argentina v Mexico.

An excellent game with a couple of odd decisions by the referee which will no doubt kep the pundits in beer money for some time. The result was expected, but the amount of effort required by Argentina to overcome a very good Mexican side was not.

I guess I shall now have a brief online chat with Miss Furtle and then take a shower and go to bed. This day of lethargy has left me quite worn out...

(no subject)

Saturday, June 24th, 2006 11:30 pm
caddyman: (footie)
I have eaten too much pizza, and probably watched too much football. I am tired, too, which is annoying since I haven't actually been up quite 12 hours as I type this.

I blame the heat.

In the football, Sweden were frankly disappointing against Germany who should have won by at least 7 goals, but for the heroic work of the Swedish goalkeeper. Mind you, a dodgy sending off and a missed penalty hardly helped Sweden's cause.

A break for Dr Who, which I enjoyed (I realise that it is unfashionable amongst most of my LJ readership to admit to liking it, given that most of you insist on trying to compare it with adult-orientated sci-fi as opposed to accepting it as the family show it is), then on to Argentina v Mexico.

An excellent game with a couple of odd decisions by the referee which will no doubt kep the pundits in beer money for some time. The result was expected, but the amount of effort required by Argentina to overcome a very good Mexican side was not.

I guess I shall now have a brief online chat with Miss Furtle and then take a shower and go to bed. This day of lethargy has left me quite worn out...

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