It's the Rage in France (6)

[caddyman]

They’re back and they’re bad.

For the first time in some little while, today we have seen the return of the comedy deadline. This is not good news, and is exacerbated by the originating office’s comedy email system, which tries to emulate snail mail by delaying delivery as much as possible.

Second only to the comedy deadline is the comedy appointment. The two are so closely related that the one often follows the former. Tomorrow, indeed, I have to attend a meeting so that I can answer questions for the Monster on subjects she should know, but won’t have had time to digest even if she’d read the papers.

Such fun.

For once, however, the fault lies elsewhere, and I shall have to be on my best behaviour and also wear a tie (one has to look the part, you know; the majesty of government and all that). I was going to leave my jacket all crumpled up in my rucksack, but I better hang it out for a while tomorrow so that it doesn’t look quite as crumpled as usual. I shall ensure that I have my little used spectacles with me, too. These lend an air of authority and since I am the only person attending who knows anything about this particular subject, it is important that people think that I know what I’m talking about.

In the meantime, I thought we might have had a thunderstorm at long last. The skies were leaden and the rain poured down. But, alas, neither thunder nor lightning. This doubtless means that while it is clearly cooler outside, the humidity will be at a level whereby I can grab slices of air and wring them out. I am not sure which is the least preferable, chilly humidity or hot humidity. Probably the latter by a small margin, as chilly humidity is less likely to be accompanied by marauding clouds of pollen.

What it all boils down to, I guess, is that it is both the 13th of the month and just past full moon. Had the two events coincided, something really interesting might have happened, but by missing each other by about 36 hours, we get the Amicus Films (the budget and production’s not quite right for it to be a Hammer Films production) equivalent and the unintended comedy ensues.

It’s all put me in a wonderful frame of mind as you may imagine.

I have been toying with the idea of buying some Steradent from Boots on the way home. I thought that if I palmed a tablet on the tube, and then, once the train was busy and crowded enough, slipped it into my mouth and followed it with just a sip of water, the resulting froth would get me a seat no trouble…

Comments

[ellefurtle.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmm tie.....

[agentinfinity.livejournal.com]

I've got to say, for once I don't envy you living in London. Mmmmsmog.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

A couple of weeks ago, I had to attend a large, jolly important, meeting hosted by Big Boss. I had heard about how scary these meetings can be and what an intimidating man he is, so I thought I'd better wear a tie for the first time in several years, so as to avoid an Executive Scowl. As I dislike bits of cloth hanging around my neck and down my shirt front, (though they do hide the spag. bol. stains), I popped on one of my bow ties and my glasses. I am partial to my bow ties, and care not that I look silly in them. With the collar strangulatingly buttoned behind it, I resembled a snowdrift with a red basketball on top. My glasses don't make me look intellectual, they make me look like an office drone with the I.Q. of a fish taco.

Maybe that's why I got through the meeting without being accosted.

[jfs.livejournal.com]

With the collar strangulatingly buttoned behind it

It's relatively simple to make a collar expander out of a paperclip, if your shirt collar is too small for you. Hide it behind the tie and you can be a lot more comfortable.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Wow! Thanks!