#3 in an occasional series: Starship

Wogan is playing Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship that sadly degraded, pale reflection and remnant of the Jefferson Airplane.

Some sins cannot be forgiven, and it is a power ballad to boot.

Old bands do not die they simply remix and fade.

#3 in an occasional series: Starship

Wogan is playing Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship that sadly degraded, pale reflection and remnant of the Jefferson Airplane.

Some sins cannot be forgiven, and it is a power ballad to boot.

Old bands do not die they simply remix and fade.

Voice Posts or not.

I had selected for today’s grumble the ever fresh and relevant Northern Line and the recent changes in the service introduced by London Transport that make East Finchley a terminus for southbound trains during the rush hour. Given that East Finchley is still ten miles from the centre of London, these trains tend to leave Totteridge and Whetsone virtually empty, while the more useful Bank or Charing Cross trains are packed to the gills and beyond.

I understand the concept of taking surplus trains out of service between rush hours, but during the rush?

That was what I was going to grumble about and I was moved top do so by voice post as I had plenty of time at Totteridge and Whetstone with three East Finchley trains in succession and an eight minute wait for something more useful. Except that I cannot now, it seems, make voice posts from my mobile, which is odd since that is the phone I have used in the past and which is registered on LiveJournal as the phone I should use.

It’s not often that I feel moved to treat you all to my dull-set dulcet tones, but sometimes it just has to be done. And I pay LiveJournal for the utility, so I am damned well going to use it one way or another.

So there.

Carry on.

Voice Posts or not.

I had selected for today’s grumble the ever fresh and relevant Northern Line and the recent changes in the service introduced by London Transport that make East Finchley a terminus for southbound trains during the rush hour. Given that East Finchley is still ten miles from the centre of London, these trains tend to leave Totteridge and Whetsone virtually empty, while the more useful Bank or Charing Cross trains are packed to the gills and beyond.

I understand the concept of taking surplus trains out of service between rush hours, but during the rush?

That was what I was going to grumble about and I was moved top do so by voice post as I had plenty of time at Totteridge and Whetstone with three East Finchley trains in succession and an eight minute wait for something more useful. Except that I cannot now, it seems, make voice posts from my mobile, which is odd since that is the phone I have used in the past and which is registered on LiveJournal as the phone I should use.

It’s not often that I feel moved to treat you all to my dull-set dulcet tones, but sometimes it just has to be done. And I pay LiveJournal for the utility, so I am damned well going to use it one way or another.

So there.

Carry on.

A wailing and mashing of gums

As soon as I have drunk my cup of coffee I am off home. Hurrah!

To go to the dentists. Harrumph!

Oh well.

A wailing and mashing of gums

As soon as I have drunk my cup of coffee I am off home. Hurrah!

To go to the dentists. Harrumph!

Oh well.

Drooling Idiot

I am back at home.

Pretty much my entire mouth is numb apart from the very tip of my tongue and a couple of centimetres of my top lip on the right and my bottom lip on the left. This allows me just enough sensory input to be reasonably sure that my mouth is closed and that I am not drooling like an idiot.

My nose is also numb, so if it gets snotty I shall not know for a couple more hours.

I am not allowed to rinse my mouth out for several hours, must avoid hot food for several days (warm is OK) and eat using the right hand side of my cake-hole. Nothing too hard; soft foods only.

Excuse me while I go and drool more blood.

I'd forgotten how rubbish going to the dentists can be.

Drooling Idiot

I am back at home.

Pretty much my entire mouth is numb apart from the very tip of my tongue and a couple of centimetres of my top lip on the right and my bottom lip on the left. This allows me just enough sensory input to be reasonably sure that my mouth is closed and that I am not drooling like an idiot.

My nose is also numb, so if it gets snotty I shall not know for a couple more hours.

I am not allowed to rinse my mouth out for several hours, must avoid hot food for several days (warm is OK) and eat using the right hand side of my cake-hole. Nothing too hard; soft foods only.

Excuse me while I go and drool more blood.

I'd forgotten how rubbish going to the dentists can be.