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Monday, October 12th, 2009 10:52 amHow annoying: I slept well last night but am now tired again. Mind you, I could probably have done with another hour; for one reason or another, it was rather later than I intended when I turned in. This colder weather is making it easier to doze off though, if harder to sneak out of bed to the bathroom at 4.40 in the morning…
This week shows early promise for observers of surrealism. I travelled in to work this morning with three trolls, an undercover Gestapo agent and Morgan Freeman’s granddad. That doesn’t happen often and the scarcity of reality weavers at Victoria suggested that it was no coincidence. We are in that small tourism gap between summer and the Christmas build up where for an interval, it is possible to walk along most of London’s thoroughfares and hear snatches of conversation from the locals, rather than tourists. Since most of the locals (in central London at least) these days are Poles, Balts, Portuguese or Spaniards, eavesdropping is no easier, but it is reassuring to hear the local brogue nonetheless.
A friend and colleague of mine,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fencingsculptor has posted up the interesting tidbit that the Chinese (presumably Mandarin Chinese) for crap is gou-shi, pronounced "go see", which just happens to sound like the acronym for the Government Office for the South East. It is strangely comforting and entirely apt. They are wise, the Chinese.
This week shows early promise for observers of surrealism. I travelled in to work this morning with three trolls, an undercover Gestapo agent and Morgan Freeman’s granddad. That doesn’t happen often and the scarcity of reality weavers at Victoria suggested that it was no coincidence. We are in that small tourism gap between summer and the Christmas build up where for an interval, it is possible to walk along most of London’s thoroughfares and hear snatches of conversation from the locals, rather than tourists. Since most of the locals (in central London at least) these days are Poles, Balts, Portuguese or Spaniards, eavesdropping is no easier, but it is reassuring to hear the local brogue nonetheless.
A friend and colleague of mine,
fencingsculptor has posted up the interesting tidbit that the Chinese (presumably Mandarin Chinese) for crap is gou-shi, pronounced "go see", which just happens to sound like the acronym for the Government Office for the South East. It is strangely comforting and entirely apt. They are wise, the Chinese.