(no subject)

God help me.

Now I'm listening to Mary Hopkin.

And enjoying it. Oh the shame...

That sound is the remainder of what little street cred I had draining away....

(no subject)

God help me.

Now I'm listening to Mary Hopkin.

And enjoying it. Oh the shame...

That sound is the remainder of what little street cred I had draining away....

I told you it was too hot, damn it!

Bookies slash odds on the British summer hitting 100f....

William Hill have cut their odds against UK temperatures reaching 37.7C (100F) this summer from 16/1 to a record low of 14/1. This is despite the news that after a peak in temperatures early in the week weather forecasters predict a return to rain.

Even in the sweltering summer of 1976 the odds never dipped below 16/1, Graham Sharpe, Hill’s spokesman, said.

Yesterday the hottest place was deemed to be Barbourne in Worcestershire, at a little more than 30C. Today it is likely to reach the low 30s in many areas, especially the Midlands and Oxfordshire.

Turn me over, mother. This side's cooked.

I told you it was too hot, damn it!

Bookies slash odds on the British summer hitting 100f....

William Hill have cut their odds against UK temperatures reaching 37.7C (100F) this summer from 16/1 to a record low of 14/1. This is despite the news that after a peak in temperatures early in the week weather forecasters predict a return to rain.

Even in the sweltering summer of 1976 the odds never dipped below 16/1, Graham Sharpe, Hill’s spokesman, said.

Yesterday the hottest place was deemed to be Barbourne in Worcestershire, at a little more than 30C. Today it is likely to reach the low 30s in many areas, especially the Midlands and Oxfordshire.

Turn me over, mother. This side's cooked.

Useless Invasion Sketch

When you have a moment, you should nip over to cybersofa's place and have a read of the useless invasion sketch!

I think it's probably better than the dead parrot sketch upon wot it is based.

Useless Invasion Sketch

When you have a moment, you should nip over to cybersofa's place and have a read of the useless invasion sketch!

I think it's probably better than the dead parrot sketch upon wot it is based.

(no subject)

There is just not enough coffee in the world.

To explain: I have a heap of forms to fill out giving additional money to ingrate local authorities. As with everything else in this place, the paperless office falls foul of the audit paper trail, so something that can be done quite simply with the click of a mouse has to be followed up with a signed hard copy.

Not quite what Uncle Tony has in mind, I'll warrant.

Of course, the comedy deadlines don't help either - especially when an esteemed Member of Parliament tables a question in the House without understanding what he or she is asking. That means that the people in Parliamentary don't understand the question so send it to the wrong place. The recipients don't know what it's about either, so they dither and send it back. This is repeated a number of times before finally it reaches someone who may or may not have a vague idea what the question means, what it is supposed to mean and the best way to table a response that covers all the options without giving more away than necessary.

This is where the comedy deadlines come in. If the question went to the correct person first time, there would be plenty of time to find out what the MP wants and provide the answer. But since this happens only rarely, Parliamentary answers tend to border on the cryptic, and best of all, the MP requiring the answer goes away satisfied since he or she had no idea what the question really was either.

Thank God it's only a game.

(no subject)

There is just not enough coffee in the world.

To explain: I have a heap of forms to fill out giving additional money to ingrate local authorities. As with everything else in this place, the paperless office falls foul of the audit paper trail, so something that can be done quite simply with the click of a mouse has to be followed up with a signed hard copy.

Not quite what Uncle Tony has in mind, I'll warrant.

Of course, the comedy deadlines don't help either - especially when an esteemed Member of Parliament tables a question in the House without understanding what he or she is asking. That means that the people in Parliamentary don't understand the question so send it to the wrong place. The recipients don't know what it's about either, so they dither and send it back. This is repeated a number of times before finally it reaches someone who may or may not have a vague idea what the question means, what it is supposed to mean and the best way to table a response that covers all the options without giving more away than necessary.

This is where the comedy deadlines come in. If the question went to the correct person first time, there would be plenty of time to find out what the MP wants and provide the answer. But since this happens only rarely, Parliamentary answers tend to border on the cryptic, and best of all, the MP requiring the answer goes away satisfied since he or she had no idea what the question really was either.

Thank God it's only a game.