Friday, April 13, 2007
Please do not water the cabbage!
Have now completed filling in my living will and have got it signed by all the great and good. Next job is to get many copies and lodge them with said great and good. Hopefully I will manage to avoid being semi comatose at the receiving end of a peg feeder.
Plenty of more sprightly gerries have come out in the sun though. Yesterday there was a bunch of cyclo-gerries on a training run through Cheam. Nearly all white haired but all blue lycra with fairly serious bikes. As the owner of a reasonably respectable Trek I got a few nods. Bit let down by lack of lycra.
And today on the common more evidence of chain saw activity by the eco-gerries. Quite large swathes have now been semi cleared to bring it into line with some bucolic adenic state which is supposed to have existed a hundred years ago. I just wish they would just take up something innocuous and private and stop meddling with public spaces.
Second ration of Bakewell tarts from the baker today, having decided that their Eccles cakes are not really up to snuff. One Bakewell tart must be the equivalent of a Mars Bar (and costs rather more) - but very good. Just the thing for a hot afternoon with one's Earl Gray. (or Grey).
Sowed some summer cabbage seeds out in the allotment: Golden Acre Primo (II). In the allotment because our shed seems to be rather cold and germination seems to take ages there. Maybe do better with a cold frame. In any event not a crop I have done very well with in the past.
Odd story in testerday's DT about a girl who got banned from all the fun at her school because she declined to do extra revision after school. League tables are all very well, but for my money extra revision is optional. One should be able to elect not to be a blue stocking, however undesirable that might be in the great scheme of things. In this case the girl in question seemed to be doing OK anyway. Perhaps - as if often the case with seemingly odd stories - we are only getting half of it.
Classy senior moment. Was trying to top up my pay-as-you-go mobile phone so had flexible friend in the left hand and the phone in the other; all ready to roll into action when the computer lady on the phone sprang into action. Unfortunately, I put the flexible friend to ear instead of phone. Luckily, brain, even in its present state of decay, fairly quickly worked out that this was not going to work.
Computer lady on South West trains clearly has stamina. I think on my visit to London yesterday she managed to find something to say about every thirty seconds. Irritating cow. Whereas the one on Southern trains on Wednesday appears to have given up altogether and that on Great Northern trains could only manage one on a 45 minute (that is to say about the same journey duration as Epsom to London) trip to Cambridge. Perhaps you don't get bombs or have to mind the step North of the big river.
I wonder what the penalty for swamping the loudspeakers in some sort of fast setting foam goo would be - perhaps the sort of thing that they use to stick window frames in with these days. Perhaps a conditional discharge like that for the coughing major who tried a bit of physical remonstrance with some dreadful teenager. Perhaps we are supposed to ask for their name and address so that we can pass it onto to the police so that they can go and talk to the parents. Perhaps the busies should put up helpful signs on jogging tracks advising people who are molested to contact a member of the track supervision team (this being more or less what the South West trains computer lady does - without, it seems, having given much thought to the problem of getting hold of a member of the team at short notice when in an 8 car train in the middle of the night...).
Plenty of more sprightly gerries have come out in the sun though. Yesterday there was a bunch of cyclo-gerries on a training run through Cheam. Nearly all white haired but all blue lycra with fairly serious bikes. As the owner of a reasonably respectable Trek I got a few nods. Bit let down by lack of lycra.
And today on the common more evidence of chain saw activity by the eco-gerries. Quite large swathes have now been semi cleared to bring it into line with some bucolic adenic state which is supposed to have existed a hundred years ago. I just wish they would just take up something innocuous and private and stop meddling with public spaces.
Second ration of Bakewell tarts from the baker today, having decided that their Eccles cakes are not really up to snuff. One Bakewell tart must be the equivalent of a Mars Bar (and costs rather more) - but very good. Just the thing for a hot afternoon with one's Earl Gray. (or Grey).
Sowed some summer cabbage seeds out in the allotment: Golden Acre Primo (II). In the allotment because our shed seems to be rather cold and germination seems to take ages there. Maybe do better with a cold frame. In any event not a crop I have done very well with in the past.
Odd story in testerday's DT about a girl who got banned from all the fun at her school because she declined to do extra revision after school. League tables are all very well, but for my money extra revision is optional. One should be able to elect not to be a blue stocking, however undesirable that might be in the great scheme of things. In this case the girl in question seemed to be doing OK anyway. Perhaps - as if often the case with seemingly odd stories - we are only getting half of it.
Classy senior moment. Was trying to top up my pay-as-you-go mobile phone so had flexible friend in the left hand and the phone in the other; all ready to roll into action when the computer lady on the phone sprang into action. Unfortunately, I put the flexible friend to ear instead of phone. Luckily, brain, even in its present state of decay, fairly quickly worked out that this was not going to work.
Computer lady on South West trains clearly has stamina. I think on my visit to London yesterday she managed to find something to say about every thirty seconds. Irritating cow. Whereas the one on Southern trains on Wednesday appears to have given up altogether and that on Great Northern trains could only manage one on a 45 minute (that is to say about the same journey duration as Epsom to London) trip to Cambridge. Perhaps you don't get bombs or have to mind the step North of the big river.
I wonder what the penalty for swamping the loudspeakers in some sort of fast setting foam goo would be - perhaps the sort of thing that they use to stick window frames in with these days. Perhaps a conditional discharge like that for the coughing major who tried a bit of physical remonstrance with some dreadful teenager. Perhaps we are supposed to ask for their name and address so that we can pass it onto to the police so that they can go and talk to the parents. Perhaps the busies should put up helpful signs on jogging tracks advising people who are molested to contact a member of the track supervision team (this being more or less what the South West trains computer lady does - without, it seems, having given much thought to the problem of getting hold of a member of the team at short notice when in an 8 car train in the middle of the night...).
# posted by Jim @ 6:23 AM 
