Lunch!

I think I shall eat my cheesy and chickeny bagel now. It’s a few minutes early for lunch, but I am hungry and I feel like nipping along Victoria Street to see if a) Ryness have a Dancing Santa either at a reasonable price or at all, and b) to see if the closing down sale at Books Etc has concluded, and if not and they are still open, whether or not there is anything going cheap that’s worth having. I suspect that bird has flown, though, but it is on my way to Ryness.

I should check whether the Books Etc in Victoria Station has closed, too. It is turning into a bit of a wasteland around here unless you want to buy sandwiches or bedding.

Lunch!

I think I shall eat my cheesy and chickeny bagel now. It’s a few minutes early for lunch, but I am hungry and I feel like nipping along Victoria Street to see if a) Ryness have a Dancing Santa either at a reasonable price or at all, and b) to see if the closing down sale at Books Etc has concluded, and if not and they are still open, whether or not there is anything going cheap that’s worth having. I suspect that bird has flown, though, but it is on my way to Ryness.

I should check whether the Books Etc in Victoria Station has closed, too. It is turning into a bit of a wasteland around here unless you want to buy sandwiches or bedding.

Winding Down

I am consuming a self-made almost-latte to get rid of the last of my milk. It is as hot as molten lava right now. I think milk boils at a lower temperature than straight forward H₂O, but holds its heat longer.

After three-quarters of a day dealing with irate people on the phone and trying to bang basic information through the heads of people who should know better (“…can you re-phrase ‘the’ to make it simpler and more understandable..?”), so that they can make a decision (hah!), I have decided to do some easy stuff in the wind down to my long GASPs weekend.

Yes, it’s that time of the year again, when a bunch of us pile off to Norfolk for a long weekend, consume food and booze, play board games and slob out in front of DVDs. When we booked it, this weekend seemed safe enough, squarely in the middle of the traditional consultation period. How was I to know that elected oiks would still be scratching their arses and we would be six weeks behind schedule on a fairly routine if important matter? Failed my precognition roll on that one, then.

In about a half hour as I type, I shall be packing up and leaving to meet Furtle at the O2 Arena (That’s the Millennium Dome to you). We shall have food and maybe even a drink or two before seeing Eddie Izzard. We may even try the Blue Room whatever that may be. It is usually £15 a pop to get in, but O2 assure me that since I have one of their mobile phones, I can wave our tickets at them and get in for nowt.

I hope it’s worth it.

My coffee is still so hot that I am certain that my mug is melting. And it’s not plastic.

I see another Russian has attached me to their friends list. Shan’t be adding you back, I’m afraid, Tovarich: that’s my Russian used up and I don’t do Cyrillic.

Winding Down

I am consuming a self-made almost-latte to get rid of the last of my milk. It is as hot as molten lava right now. I think milk boils at a lower temperature than straight forward H₂O, but holds its heat longer.

After three-quarters of a day dealing with irate people on the phone and trying to bang basic information through the heads of people who should know better (“…can you re-phrase ‘the’ to make it simpler and more understandable..?”), so that they can make a decision (hah!), I have decided to do some easy stuff in the wind down to my long GASPs weekend.

Yes, it’s that time of the year again, when a bunch of us pile off to Norfolk for a long weekend, consume food and booze, play board games and slob out in front of DVDs. When we booked it, this weekend seemed safe enough, squarely in the middle of the traditional consultation period. How was I to know that elected oiks would still be scratching their arses and we would be six weeks behind schedule on a fairly routine if important matter? Failed my precognition roll on that one, then.

In about a half hour as I type, I shall be packing up and leaving to meet Furtle at the O2 Arena (That’s the Millennium Dome to you). We shall have food and maybe even a drink or two before seeing Eddie Izzard. We may even try the Blue Room whatever that may be. It is usually £15 a pop to get in, but O2 assure me that since I have one of their mobile phones, I can wave our tickets at them and get in for nowt.

I hope it’s worth it.

My coffee is still so hot that I am certain that my mug is melting. And it’s not plastic.

I see another Russian has attached me to their friends list. Shan’t be adding you back, I’m afraid, Tovarich: that’s my Russian used up and I don’t do Cyrillic.