I dun boobed...
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007 01:28 amWhen it works the postal system is a wondrous thing.
I arrived home tonight after a badly fluffed attempt to meet
drjohnsilence (of which more later), to find my box set of Stargate SG-1 season 9 awaiting me, together with the replacement copy of The Beatles Live at the BBC, a nice new watch courtesy of Amex reward points and, for Furtle, the new Queen Live in Montreal CD. Prezzies all round, hurrah! I am now just waiting for my copy of NWO Transylvania to turn up, though I suspect that ity is lost for ever in the great chasm that was the postal strike. Not sure what, if anything, I can do about that...
Furtle and I were late home. We met up outside Victoria Station and disappeared off the The Willow Walk for a pint and a meal while I awaited a phone call from
drjohnsilence so we could meet him for a BEER or two ahead of his flight back to the States tomorrow.
Well, that was what was happening in the
caddyman world anyway. The real world re-established contact with me around 8pm as we were on the Tube heading north, just outside Woodside Park station. The phone rang and a puzzled voice said that he thought we were supposed to meet up for a drink... "Ah, says I, but you didn't call me to say where we should meet!". "We arranged the Royal Oak at around 6.30" says he. And as I am denying it and he is asserting the truth of it, that old dusty memory kicks in and that familiar sinking feeling accompanies it. He's right, I am wrong. And it's too late and too far away to do anything about it.
Sometime on Wednesday I shall have to make a phone call Stateside and describe the size and taste of the portion of humble pie I shall be eating... It's not as if we're in the same hemisphere very often, let alone the same country, much less the same city.
What a pratt. But not deliberately so.
I arrived home tonight after a badly fluffed attempt to meet
Furtle and I were late home. We met up outside Victoria Station and disappeared off the The Willow Walk for a pint and a meal while I awaited a phone call from
Well, that was what was happening in the
Sometime on Wednesday I shall have to make a phone call Stateside and describe the size and taste of the portion of humble pie I shall be eating... It's not as if we're in the same hemisphere very often, let alone the same country, much less the same city.
What a pratt. But not deliberately so.
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Date: 2007-10-30 10:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-30 12:15 pm (UTC)In addition to the fun and games with publication, they mailed it directly into the postal strike. Frankly I have no idea what to do about it. Lulu posted it (Simon bought his copy about the same time and received it about, what, ten days ago?), but Royal Mail lost it!
Narrows eyes at you
Date: 2007-10-30 03:02 pm (UTC)Re: Narrows eyes at you
Date: 2007-10-30 03:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-30 11:32 pm (UTC)Oh, and have you read this?