Archive for August, 2004

Breaking the ice…

Fyse August 16th, 2004

Well, it seems that even a break in blogging of only 10 days leave the the blogger/bloggee relationship a little awkward. Neither of us can quite find the words to break the silence. Oh alright, I can’t find the words to break the silence. I had loads of insightful entertaining things to say when I was frustratingly without a computer, and now I can’t quite seem to start the first post.

Anyway, just to reassure you all that I am back, that I had a good time, and that I will be filling you in on all the weird and wonderful things I’ve been up to as soon as possible. Right now, I have to pop round the corner to get some milk for breakfast tomorrow. Captivating, eh? Like I was never gone…

Some bad news…

Fyse August 3rd, 2004

I know you’ll all take this really hard, but I’m afraid this blog will be on holiday for the next 10 days or so. Somehow you will have to live without my special brand of wit and sparkling repartee. While this will not be easy, I have every faith in your ability to cope. Let the tears flow, they’re therapeutic.

I am a little worried that this hiatus will be too much for my loyal, if rather small, readership and I anticipate a sharp spike in the world suicide rate. In the meantime, if you read one other blog I recommend Cinema 24, though his posts have been few and far between of late. Perhaps he’s busy, a concept alien to me.

I’m back home on August 14th, so put it in your diary. Be strong, and I will return with more pith and wisdom than ever…

Biblical weather & Cambridge in white…

Fyse August 3rd, 2004

Wow, that’s some hardcore weather we got. Proper bad-ass thunderstorms, at least by english suburban standards, and of course the moment the heavens chose to open was just as I was walking home from the shops. Shorts, a T-shirt and flip-flops provide scant protection from the elements…

Anyway, I thought I’d advertise in this post that I’ve put some new photos up in the Galleries. As well as some more photos of random friends from uni (in the Catz and Theatre sections) there are some photos of Cambridge in the snow. Cambridge looks stunning in white, and I didn’t manage to completely ruin that with my dubious wielding of a camera.

I’ve just noticed an odd thing. In my photos of the ‘May Bumps‘ boat races, I don’t seem to have a single photo of an actual boat. I think this is because, since I didn’t have a telephoto lense, I didn’t get any even half decent shots. I’ll shove something up though, if I find the time, since it seems a little silly to have photos from boats races with no boats…

And now for something pre-apocalyptic…

Fyse August 3rd, 2004

Pretty much everyone in Britain received wonderful blog-fodder through the letter box this morning. In response to the growing, all too tangible, terrorist threat, our ever-caring government has produced a booklet to save us all from the forthcoming apocalypse. In ‘Preparing For Emergencies‘ the authorities walk the fine line between keeping us all in the dark and scaring the hell out of the populus.

Flicking through it makes one wonder what their aim really is. Now, I may be cynical about politics in a lot of ways, but I’m sure the governments bottom line in this case really is the protection of its citizens. However, in what way does this achieve that?

“If a bomb goes off in your building, look for the safest way out.”

There no arguing with that, is there? Whatever way you look at it, they’ve clearly thought this thing through. But then, I ought to be careful in ridiculing even this apparently elementary information. It seems hard to believe in retrospect, but many people in the World Trade Center towers were told to return to their desks. However much the advice within seems obvious, the booklet does make you wonder. We’ve all seen films like ‘Independence Day’ that show cityscapes in the aftermath of massive destruction, and it’s sobering to imagine my own street and neighbourhood like that. It’s far from impossible, if we are to believe the latest intelligence reports. A clue, perhaps, to the booklet’s true purpose lies in the section entitled ‘How to fuel the atmosphere of fear and racial tension by spying on the suspicious looking foreign people living down the road’. Ok, so perhaps that’s not the exact wording.

Well, blogs are supposed to be a chronicle of the blogger’s thoughts, and the above is certainly playing on my mind quite considerably at the moment. However, it’s not my intention to inject too great a degree of morbidity and doom into this post. Onwards to lighter topics, but one more thing first. Take a look at this self-satisfied git. Liam DonaldsonThis man is Liam Donalson, Chief Medical Officer. It’s hard to believe they couldn’t have found a better photo of him, which leaves us with the disturbing thought that perhaps this is a good photo of him. Either way, I hope he prepares for international terrorism better than he smiles.

In the interests of well and truly changing the subject, hands up if you’ve heard of Rob Bryden? A few of you, I see, but not nearly enough. Everyone should have heard of him, or at least of his genius creation ‘Keith Barrett’. Keith is the main (in fact, only) character in the darkly comic ‘Marion and Geoff‘. I wonder if it has reached US television? If you’re American, and reading this, then let me know. There is a reason for me suddenly saying this, as I just watched him in action in his latest project, ‘The Keith Barrett Show’. Well worth seeing, if you get the chance.

While I’m (sort of) on the subject, how fantastic is the Internet Movie Database? It solves any number of niggling worries and disputes. Though I am a big fan, my friends feel it has a lot to answer for. I get rather obsessed with working out where exactly I know actors from as well as what other films of theirs I may, or may not, or perhaps should, have seen. I’ve developed the rather irritating habit of pausing movies whilst I cross reference different entries to find out exactly who played ‘man on bus’ in the opening credits, and whether character X’s mother is the same actor who worked behind the bar in that other film. You know, the one with that person from the advert with the annoying music.

For some reason, they just don’t seem to care. Inexplicable.

Suddenly taurus & the detritus of my life…

Fyse August 1st, 2004

Strange. I have gone through my life convinced that I am a ‘Virgo’, but now it seems I may have been living a lie. I was just editing my blogger profile and they’ve used my date of birth to calculate that I am, in fact, a Taurus. Is this correct? Am I a bull and not… hold on. I know what’s happened here. It’s
because the backward folk across the pond put their dates in a funny order. I’ve put in the 9th of May instead of the 5th of September, which explains the mistake. I’ll change it in a moment.

Actually, before I continue, I’ll have a bit of a rant about that. What on earth is the thinking behind ‘month/day/year’? It seems painfully obvious to me (and, I might add, most of the rest of the world) that logic dictates ‘day/month/year’. I can state precedence, Your Honour. Exhibit 14D, the digital clock display. ‘Hours/Minutes/Seconds’. Neatly in size order. I feel this American anomaly falls under the same category as persistent resistance to the metric system.

Of course, I don’t really give a stuff what star-sign I am, but a quick perusal of my horoscope can provide occasional amusement. For example, according to Paranomality.com, I am..

  • helpful and gentle with the helpless (such a good samaritan, me)
  • empathetic and sympathetic (well, I don’t like to brag)
  • humane (Hmmm… I was talking about my ‘crisp slowly over hot coals‘ list yesterday, so perhaps not.)
  • health conscious
  • charming and witty (this rings particularly true, naturally…)
  • affectionate
  • dedicated

and also…

  • critical of laziness in others (not in myself though…)
  • demanding
  • untidy (you have no idea, believe me)
  • somewhat a hypochondriac (see Of 40 degrees you say?)
  • moody
  • eccentric
  • anxious

It’s like they know me, it really is. (Cue barrage of comments from friends confirming second list, most notably third item therein…)

The untidy thing really is quite spectacularly correct. A significant portion of my bedroom floor is currently submerged beneath over a metre of assorted detritus. I’m in the process of moving clothes out of a chest of drawers, a task which I have started with considerable aplomb. I haven’t yet decided where they are going next though, or even why they have left the draws at all.

As well as clothing spanning several geological time periods, my floor is populated by myriad items of varying worth dating back to my early childhood. These include, but are not limited to…

  • A massive cuddly-toy ladybird (or ladybug for Americans) measuring over a metre in length that I won in a colouring competition at age 5
  • A wooden sword, ‘Excalibur’, used as a prop in a school play over six years ago
  • An original iMac, unused since it developed the idiosyncratic habit of wiping its own hard drive with alarming regularity
  • A tennis ball with a two foot diameter
  • An orange flashing light liberated from roadworks late one night many years ago
  • A four foot carboard stand advertising the DVD of ‘The Fellowship of the Rings’, borrowed from a shop by my sister

My room long ago escalated completely out of control, and I am sure there are parts of my floor that have not seen the light of day since sometime in the late 1980’s. One of my earliest memories is starting to tidy this room, and the project is still ongoing. A couple of years ago I started decorating it too, and eighteen months ago the wallpaper was removed. The sight of bare plaster is beginning to grow on me.

Good grief, this post is huge. I’d better stop now, for fear of wasting too much of your precious time. I’m sure you have things you ought to be getting on with. Go and mow the lawn or something.

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