Truly English

Wednesday, May 7th, 2008 10:40 am
caddyman: (Default)
Now I know summer is on its way in. We have had two warm days in succession and I am already wilting and croaky with pollen-related sniffles and such like. I always assumed that as I got older I would discover new interests and pass times. I did not anticipate these manifesting themselves in collecting hay fever pills and ensuring that I remain well stocked with disposable hankies.

I guess the protective layer of tar is well removed from my lungs and other tubing now, so there is nothing between my pipes and the outside world, so here I am: Sir Sniffle of Congestion.

Be that as it may, I am beginning to think that I should put away the black jeans and the tweed jacket (it’s not as if, hand on heart, they match anyway, though I have never let anything as paltry as colour co-ordination ruin my day) and dig out instead the chinos and pale jacket. The irony of course, is that I have donated my panama hat to the charity shop, so a proper Sydney Greenstreet impression is out of the question. That said, I do have a rather tatty, though better fitting panama rolled up in the bedroom drawer or somewhere.

However it turns out, I shall have to think of ways of remaining cool on my way to and from work every day. This is a lesson I have to relearn every year since my memory discards everything useful on the subject as soon as temperatures start to decline and I can gratefully clutch at a jumper and over coat. I pointed out to colleagues that I like the temperatures of winter, but with the daylight of summer. One of them suggested that I want my cake and eat it.

Yes. With cherries on top, please.

Truly English

Wednesday, May 7th, 2008 10:40 am
caddyman: (Default)
Now I know summer is on its way in. We have had two warm days in succession and I am already wilting and croaky with pollen-related sniffles and such like. I always assumed that as I got older I would discover new interests and pass times. I did not anticipate these manifesting themselves in collecting hay fever pills and ensuring that I remain well stocked with disposable hankies.

I guess the protective layer of tar is well removed from my lungs and other tubing now, so there is nothing between my pipes and the outside world, so here I am: Sir Sniffle of Congestion.

Be that as it may, I am beginning to think that I should put away the black jeans and the tweed jacket (it’s not as if, hand on heart, they match anyway, though I have never let anything as paltry as colour co-ordination ruin my day) and dig out instead the chinos and pale jacket. The irony of course, is that I have donated my panama hat to the charity shop, so a proper Sydney Greenstreet impression is out of the question. That said, I do have a rather tatty, though better fitting panama rolled up in the bedroom drawer or somewhere.

However it turns out, I shall have to think of ways of remaining cool on my way to and from work every day. This is a lesson I have to relearn every year since my memory discards everything useful on the subject as soon as temperatures start to decline and I can gratefully clutch at a jumper and over coat. I pointed out to colleagues that I like the temperatures of winter, but with the daylight of summer. One of them suggested that I want my cake and eat it.

Yes. With cherries on top, please.
caddyman: (Das Boot)
The weather this time of year is a real pain.

I decided that although I haven’t quite shrunk enough to button it up properly that I would wear my U-Boat Commander jacket today. Be the Man in Black, or a bald, fatty version of the Eccleston Doctor.

That was before I discovered that it was positively tipping down with rain from deep grey, leaden skies.

So I opted for the usual tweed jacket and trench coat because I wanted to be able to button myself into the ensemble should the wind take the rain and hurl; it at me. You need a jacket you can close for those times and a trench coat over a leather jacket is just plain wrong.

So by the time I get to the station at Totteridge and Whetstone, the rain has stopped, the sky is busily clearing and the sun is out. My leather jacket is draped across the bed and I am beginning to get prickly heat under my jacket and trench coat ensemble.

Right now I am a bit grumbly about it; I should have had the courage of my convictions, but I guess when we go to Clapham tonight there is a chance that it will be cool and windy again, so I shall be glad of my trench coat, I expect.

With a bit of luck, come the end of summer, I shall be able to Time Lord it up with the best of them. Must stay off the choccy and cakes. And do more exercise.

Bugger.
caddyman: (Das Boot)
The weather this time of year is a real pain.

I decided that although I haven’t quite shrunk enough to button it up properly that I would wear my U-Boat Commander jacket today. Be the Man in Black, or a bald, fatty version of the Eccleston Doctor.

That was before I discovered that it was positively tipping down with rain from deep grey, leaden skies.

So I opted for the usual tweed jacket and trench coat because I wanted to be able to button myself into the ensemble should the wind take the rain and hurl; it at me. You need a jacket you can close for those times and a trench coat over a leather jacket is just plain wrong.

So by the time I get to the station at Totteridge and Whetstone, the rain has stopped, the sky is busily clearing and the sun is out. My leather jacket is draped across the bed and I am beginning to get prickly heat under my jacket and trench coat ensemble.

Right now I am a bit grumbly about it; I should have had the courage of my convictions, but I guess when we go to Clapham tonight there is a chance that it will be cool and windy again, so I shall be glad of my trench coat, I expect.

With a bit of luck, come the end of summer, I shall be able to Time Lord it up with the best of them. Must stay off the choccy and cakes. And do more exercise.

Bugger.
caddyman: (Default)
I am home and early, too. Proof too, that liquid can flow up hill when it needs to; I am too hot to be fully solid right now.

I barely have the energy to wilt.

I left the office early - not as early as I wanted - because the underlying insanity of the job topped out and smothered the surrealism that keeps me going. I shan't bother with details, but you can guess that it was enough as I voluntarily left a comparatively comfortable air-conditioned office to sit here at home, where hugging the boiler suggests itself as a cooling alternative.

No, this afternoon was one of those afternoons, and my brain can deal with only so much cognitive dissonance in this weather before it turns volte-face in my skull and trickles out of my ears.

Still, my new trousers have arrived today. Luckily the gate was jammed so any would-be interlopers would assume it to be locked. Lucky I say, because the delivery company - not, for once the post office or Parcel Farce - left the package outside propped against the door, posting a note to tell me they had done so. Were I not such an honest chap, I might have claimed that they had been stolen and demanded another couple of pairs or my money back. But I shan't, because I'm a good lad at heart.

Anyway, heat not withstanding, I'm at home and that's always a more pleasant place to be than work. And I have an ice cold coke and have just scoffed a bag of Walker's french fries. No nutritional value whatsoever, but very enjoyable.

Music now, I think and a lie down.
caddyman: (Default)
I am home and early, too. Proof too, that liquid can flow up hill when it needs to; I am too hot to be fully solid right now.

I barely have the energy to wilt.

I left the office early - not as early as I wanted - because the underlying insanity of the job topped out and smothered the surrealism that keeps me going. I shan't bother with details, but you can guess that it was enough as I voluntarily left a comparatively comfortable air-conditioned office to sit here at home, where hugging the boiler suggests itself as a cooling alternative.

No, this afternoon was one of those afternoons, and my brain can deal with only so much cognitive dissonance in this weather before it turns volte-face in my skull and trickles out of my ears.

Still, my new trousers have arrived today. Luckily the gate was jammed so any would-be interlopers would assume it to be locked. Lucky I say, because the delivery company - not, for once the post office or Parcel Farce - left the package outside propped against the door, posting a note to tell me they had done so. Were I not such an honest chap, I might have claimed that they had been stolen and demanded another couple of pairs or my money back. But I shan't, because I'm a good lad at heart.

Anyway, heat not withstanding, I'm at home and that's always a more pleasant place to be than work. And I have an ice cold coke and have just scoffed a bag of Walker's french fries. No nutritional value whatsoever, but very enjoyable.

Music now, I think and a lie down.

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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 10:07 pm
caddyman: (Severe Delays)
Tired, tired, tired.

Just to complete my day, the Northern Line was as screwed as I've ever known it due to a power failure at Colliers Wood. Why they couldn't operate the service stopping short of there, given it's right down the end of the line is beyond me. I left the office at 18.20 and was at Euston by 18.45. I was still at Euston at 19.30, and finally left Camden Town about 19.50.

Quite why they feel the need to route dozens of half-empty trains to Edgeware whilst closing access to overcrowded High Barnet platforms is beyond me.

The perfect end to the perfect day.

Sunday night it is the Azzurri against Les Bleus in the World Cup Final. At the risk of damning them, I fancy the Italians to shade the French, but what do I know?

God, I'm tired.

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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 10:07 pm
caddyman: (Severe Delays)
Tired, tired, tired.

Just to complete my day, the Northern Line was as screwed as I've ever known it due to a power failure at Colliers Wood. Why they couldn't operate the service stopping short of there, given it's right down the end of the line is beyond me. I left the office at 18.20 and was at Euston by 18.45. I was still at Euston at 19.30, and finally left Camden Town about 19.50.

Quite why they feel the need to route dozens of half-empty trains to Edgeware whilst closing access to overcrowded High Barnet platforms is beyond me.

The perfect end to the perfect day.

Sunday night it is the Azzurri against Les Bleus in the World Cup Final. At the risk of damning them, I fancy the Italians to shade the French, but what do I know?

God, I'm tired.
caddyman: (Psychedelic)
It's only the end of April and the Athenaeum Club is already too hot. Oh, the Summer will be cruel. Cruel, I say, cruel.

At some point tomorrow on my day off taking a break from home working, I am going to systematically hit all the radiators with an adjustable spanner. I aim to hit them hard enough to leave them stunned and unable to parry until October, when they may continue with their hobby of pumping heat around the house.

Oh Carruthers, the drums...
caddyman: (Psychedelic)
It's only the end of April and the Athenaeum Club is already too hot. Oh, the Summer will be cruel. Cruel, I say, cruel.

At some point tomorrow on my day off taking a break from home working, I am going to systematically hit all the radiators with an adjustable spanner. I aim to hit them hard enough to leave them stunned and unable to parry until October, when they may continue with their hobby of pumping heat around the house.

Oh Carruthers, the drums...
caddyman: (Severe Delays)
What a day I have had.

How do I loathe thee?

Let me count the ways...

Firstly: That overused phrase: Severe Delays on the Northern Line. Without taking resort in vulgarities, I am running out of ways of talking about this. Luckily, I shan't have to any more; [livejournal.com profile] jimfer has provided me with an icon that says it all. Whenever you see that from now on, you will know. Severe delays on the way home last night, severe delays on the way into work this morning, severe delays on the way home tonight. Now it has been suspended entirely, and probably won't be open tomorrow at all. I'd like to believe that the Tube drivers really do have my best interests at heart, but frankly they are just a bunch of overpaid arseholes and workshy lefties. They strike at the drop of a hat, for any excuse. They may even be right this time for once, but their credit ran dry years ago.

Secondly: Intarweb connection. Off at 7pm (apparently, I don't know - see firstly above. Finally reconnected around 10.30 after hanging on the phone line for an hour before I could get to speak to a person. That's service. One of the of the reasons I moved away from Entanet was because of their shoddy help line. This is the first strike; Plusnet are allowed two more.

Thirdly: October is our busiest time at work. Attendance is screwed royally because of the point already made - see firstly above. My boss has gone on holiday for a week, and the divisional manager is about to take two weeks. Oh joy. In the meantime, operating rule 8 has kicked in: this rule is the one that states (and I am paraphrasing here,) The fewer people that are are available to do the work, and the tighter the deadline this work must be done by, particularly if a) the work in question involves budgetary decisions concerning subsidy of £4 billion (give or take a shekel), and b) said deadline is immutable, then rule 7 shall be suspended, and staff affected shall organise additional and exhaustive meetings to debate the lack of operational time in which to fulfil the task.

Fourthly: Summer continues into October, and temperatures and humidity levels remain well above the seasonal norm. Life is uncomfortable and the air oppressive.

Pah.
caddyman: (Severe Delays)
What a day I have had.

How do I loathe thee?

Let me count the ways...

Firstly: That overused phrase: Severe Delays on the Northern Line. Without taking resort in vulgarities, I am running out of ways of talking about this. Luckily, I shan't have to any more; [livejournal.com profile] jimfer has provided me with an icon that says it all. Whenever you see that from now on, you will know. Severe delays on the way home last night, severe delays on the way into work this morning, severe delays on the way home tonight. Now it has been suspended entirely, and probably won't be open tomorrow at all. I'd like to believe that the Tube drivers really do have my best interests at heart, but frankly they are just a bunch of overpaid arseholes and workshy lefties. They strike at the drop of a hat, for any excuse. They may even be right this time for once, but their credit ran dry years ago.

Secondly: Intarweb connection. Off at 7pm (apparently, I don't know - see firstly above. Finally reconnected around 10.30 after hanging on the phone line for an hour before I could get to speak to a person. That's service. One of the of the reasons I moved away from Entanet was because of their shoddy help line. This is the first strike; Plusnet are allowed two more.

Thirdly: October is our busiest time at work. Attendance is screwed royally because of the point already made - see firstly above. My boss has gone on holiday for a week, and the divisional manager is about to take two weeks. Oh joy. In the meantime, operating rule 8 has kicked in: this rule is the one that states (and I am paraphrasing here,) The fewer people that are are available to do the work, and the tighter the deadline this work must be done by, particularly if a) the work in question involves budgetary decisions concerning subsidy of £4 billion (give or take a shekel), and b) said deadline is immutable, then rule 7 shall be suspended, and staff affected shall organise additional and exhaustive meetings to debate the lack of operational time in which to fulfil the task.

Fourthly: Summer continues into October, and temperatures and humidity levels remain well above the seasonal norm. Life is uncomfortable and the air oppressive.

Pah.

Severe delays.

Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 01:09 am
caddyman: (Aaargh)
When I am all growed up I am going to be PRIME MINISTER. And then I shall put everything right for everybody and be nice to all the other people in the world and make sure they all have nice places to live and lots of nice things to eat.

BUT FIRST I'M GOING TO SPEND EVERY FEKKING PENNY THE COUNTRY CAN AFFORD TO PUT THE FEKKING NORTHERN LINE RIGHT!

Severe delays.

Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 01:09 am
caddyman: (Aaargh)
When I am all growed up I am going to be PRIME MINISTER. And then I shall put everything right for everybody and be nice to all the other people in the world and make sure they all have nice places to live and lots of nice things to eat.

BUT FIRST I'M GOING TO SPEND EVERY FEKKING PENNY THE COUNTRY CAN AFFORD TO PUT THE FEKKING NORTHERN LINE RIGHT!

And again...

Friday, July 15th, 2005 01:33 am
caddyman: (Default)
I am very tired, but for some reason I can feel the adrenaline going round my veins. I really don't know why, but as it is adrenaline, it gives energy when you don't necessarily need it. I really just want to go to bed and sleep. I tried that earlier, I was beyond restless.

So. Plan B

I have a can of Kronenbourg 1664 next to me. I am hoping that a very modest amount of alcohol will help me doze off. Still, tomorrow is my last day in the office for a week. Get through that and the world is my lobster.

And again...

Friday, July 15th, 2005 01:33 am
caddyman: (Default)
I am very tired, but for some reason I can feel the adrenaline going round my veins. I really don't know why, but as it is adrenaline, it gives energy when you don't necessarily need it. I really just want to go to bed and sleep. I tried that earlier, I was beyond restless.

So. Plan B

I have a can of Kronenbourg 1664 next to me. I am hoping that a very modest amount of alcohol will help me doze off. Still, tomorrow is my last day in the office for a week. Get through that and the world is my lobster.

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