Grumble

Sometimes we can only sit and ponder what we might have done to upset the Karma Pixies.

This morning (actually, yesterday morning), going to work, I nipped into the tobacconists to buy more cigarettes. Imagine my surprise to find that with the exception of menthol, they were precisely as well stocked as the Monty Python cheese shop.

Well, I thought better menthol than nothing, and bought a pack. Bear in mind I am thinking from a smoker's perspective, here. So I have been smoking these fitfully all day. I left the pack at work and forgot to buy some on the way home. This should be no matter, no mind. I have baccy aplenty at home; lighters and filters, the works. Nae problem. I'll smoke rollies until tomorrow.

Except that the papers had gone walk about. I found them ten minutes ago. Believe me when I say there is no greater torture for a smoker to have four-fifths of the necessary tranquilments to hand, and be unable to make a cigarette.

In the meantime, between occasional frenzied attempts to find the papers, I got on with other things. Firstly, I decided to watch the Newcastle - Heerenveen UEFA Cup game on Five. I recall pronouncing loudly, that Newcastle patentlly hadn't got a goal in them; the words were barely off my lips when Shearer scored their first goal.

How we laughed.

Then I looked for the papers some more.

Failing in that endeavour, I decided to give one of the models I mentyioned a few posts ago, a clean. Soak it, thought I. In washing powder solution and hot water. Possibly not my greatest decision; it is now clean, but the paint has bubbled, particularly the flesh tones, so now in addition to previous concerns about the quality of the painting, there are now nasty erruptions of cellulite in the most remarkable of places.

It's not even the thirteenth.

Those Karma Pixies are bastards, sometimes.

Grumble

Sometimes we can only sit and ponder what we might have done to upset the Karma Pixies.

This morning (actually, yesterday morning), going to work, I nipped into the tobacconists to buy more cigarettes. Imagine my surprise to find that with the exception of menthol, they were precisely as well stocked as the Monty Python cheese shop.

Well, I thought better menthol than nothing, and bought a pack. Bear in mind I am thinking from a smoker's perspective, here. So I have been smoking these fitfully all day. I left the pack at work and forgot to buy some on the way home. This should be no matter, no mind. I have baccy aplenty at home; lighters and filters, the works. Nae problem. I'll smoke rollies until tomorrow.

Except that the papers had gone walk about. I found them ten minutes ago. Believe me when I say there is no greater torture for a smoker to have four-fifths of the necessary tranquilments to hand, and be unable to make a cigarette.

In the meantime, between occasional frenzied attempts to find the papers, I got on with other things. Firstly, I decided to watch the Newcastle - Heerenveen UEFA Cup game on Five. I recall pronouncing loudly, that Newcastle patentlly hadn't got a goal in them; the words were barely off my lips when Shearer scored their first goal.

How we laughed.

Then I looked for the papers some more.

Failing in that endeavour, I decided to give one of the models I mentyioned a few posts ago, a clean. Soak it, thought I. In washing powder solution and hot water. Possibly not my greatest decision; it is now clean, but the paint has bubbled, particularly the flesh tones, so now in addition to previous concerns about the quality of the painting, there are now nasty erruptions of cellulite in the most remarkable of places.

It's not even the thirteenth.

Those Karma Pixies are bastards, sometimes.

The longest round up

At the moment I feel quite extravagantly tired. This is the effect of two nights' poor sleep - one, as chronicled, due to odd dreams and indigestion, the other - last night, being largely due to my own incompetence.

( Tired )

( Forthcoming boozidge )

( Broadband )

Since I can no longer upload to my ntl web space, and cannot send emails from Outlook or Thunderbird, I think that account has now outlasted its usefulness, unless I have any sudden urge to reconnect the PC to dial up for that sole purpose. I maintain my original zetnet account for that, and I have access to that web space, though not the technical ability to take any advantage from it, at least in the short term.

The longest round up

At the moment I feel quite extravagantly tired. This is the effect of two nights' poor sleep - one, as chronicled, due to odd dreams and indigestion, the other - last night, being largely due to my own incompetence.

( Tired )

( Forthcoming boozidge )

( Broadband )

Since I can no longer upload to my ntl web space, and cannot send emails from Outlook or Thunderbird, I think that account has now outlasted its usefulness, unless I have any sudden urge to reconnect the PC to dial up for that sole purpose. I maintain my original zetnet account for that, and I have access to that web space, though not the technical ability to take any advantage from it, at least in the short term.