Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Monday, 28 September 2009
Brucinda's arrival marked the beginning of a tradition that has carried on throughout the 3 years I've been in the office with Bruce and Linda before she moved out, I shall go into this tradition later.....I bet you're on the edge of your seats. Needless to say she started out life as a plain paperchase easter bunny. Now look at her.....just look. She's glorious. She sits at our window, looking out upon each years new student intake, waving at the contractors, and generally being a red-lightesque slaaaaag. I saw a picture on the UCL website a little while back, in our window you can see a little white smudge. The picture was in a very smart advertising spiel, I just hope that noone zooms in far enough to see Brucinda waving her boobies at the camera.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
You know when you've got craploads going on and seem to be in a constant state of business/hungoverness and yet.....none of it really seems blogworthy? I need to do something new and exciting!!
It was Party Piece again on Tuesday, a late one this time! I don't even want to know how many pints of Guinness we downed, but it was at least 5. Jobie was on late and was quite pissed by the time she got up there, but used some new material which I thought was effing brilliant! I laughed my socks off! Jo wasn't convinced that it captured the entire audience, but it pleased me, and I think that's all that counts.
She also donned a swimming hat for a short time. Dinky, pretty, blonde, drunk comic in a swimming hat. It's made of win! (She'll kill me for that)
Friday night...........is a sekrit!! ;)
I'm back in St Reatham with Bandage Club tonight!! Oh yes, rolling around on the floor bandaging people up, it's glorified S&M is what it is.
I would like to take this opportunity to ask all (all....snigger) my devoted readers to please please please vite for Violet Dear to blog her way to Antarctica with Quark Expeditions. As I mentioned on Facebooks, this is not altruism, nowhere near it. It's purely selfishness driven!! I follow her SE Asia travelment bloggage HERE and I'm afraid I want more, sorry people....get voting for her HERE!
Thank you, you lovely people. I shall be back tut suite when I have something that won't completely bore the socks off you :D
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
This is Ann, Gregs long-suffering wife :D
Greg, looking decidedly less elegant than Ann
There are a few quite funny ones that I haven't put up anywhere yet! But maybe I should ask for permission first ha ha!! For now, here's a little selection of the crawl......
Very orderly arrangement of bottle at the Wellington outside Waterloo....I couldn't resist a picture
The Bunk-Bed-Booths at the Bangalore! Yippee!! Did feel slightly for those dining below us though....blessem.
Well well well, I'd pretty much decided I was going to complain about this guy. A lovely dude I know read my blog and sent me a link to an organisation I could write to and complain, and possibly get money back too although that I'm not too bothered about.
I hadn't quite got around to it by the end of the working day and it was almost out of my mind by the time I got an email from Oglet which read simply:
'Have you called the cab office yet? That cabbie just text me'
Which set off all kinds of alarms bells....frack it, I was straight on the phone. I feel sorry for the poor people at the cab office, I think it was a couple of inexperienced young people by themselves and they weren't sure what to do about me ranting about guns and pepper spray and texts down the phone at them. So they gave me the bosses number.
When I called the boss his wife answered and when I told her why I was calling she was about to put me back through to the cab office. After some pursuasion she FINALLY passed the phone over to her husband, I imagine she was very disgruntled...clearly his day off.
I think once I'd actually told him everything, gun joke, pepper spray etc etc, and THEN the fact that he'd text my Oggerz he kinda understood why the scared people at the office had put me through. To be fair, I wasn't putting the phone down until I'd spoken to someone who ould act on it straight away. If this guy was texting, who's to say he couldn't just turn up on one of our doorsteps?? That's the awful thing about the fact he's a cabby, he knows where both Jo and I live.
Anyway, the boss man was absolutely fabulous, he messaged the guy there and then to tell him to come to the office, and he left me a voicemail later saying he's spoken to him on the phone and that he'll see him face to face tomorrow, he's suspended him from duty and he'll call me again to let me know what happens. Sure....he can't do jack shite about the fact that the guy could turn up outside my house...but if that happened it's be a job for the police, not him. He'll also contact these complaints people directly.
What shennanigans....hopefully this guy is a harmless nutter and not a dangerous one!!