Quote of the night from Gordon’s novel: No one comes here sober and everyone leaves in a worse state than they arrived.
(this entry follows on from the last one, as so many do. Which makes it kinda irritating that Blogger will place them the other way around, but at the same time I’d hate to have it any other way)
Sitting on the train, a family come to occupy the 3 seats nearby. They ask the fellow already occupying the 4th seat whether he minds if they don’t smoke, and he says of course not, as long as they don’t mind if he does. Or (once they produce snacks), if they don’t mind his passive eating.
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Time is the greatest luxury. But it’s pretty fucking hard to buy. No, that wasn’t quite it. Well, my thoughts were something like that, while I was dining away in a very pleasant brasserie, but sadly I didn’t take them down at the time (of course, I coulda wapped them, but it seemed a bit rude in the circumstances, and a bit silly given that my mobile battery would most likely have expired halfway through)
So how did I discover this? I missed the train. No, hang on, that wasn’t it…
Continue reading Time is the greatest luxury.
note to self: the future is in pc owners upgrading. remember to invest in services which let them move their content over
gnash gnash gnash
Decided to investigate UK parrots a bit further (my post about them was of neccesity brief, as I uploaded it via my mobile phone). I often see them in Bushy Park and around Teddington in general. Found this guy’s website – he’s doing a study of the UK parrot population. I thought that this was a recent phenomenon (they seem to have taken off [excuse the pun] in Teddington over the last 5-10 years) but apparently there were first wild parrots in the UK in 1855. They first began breeding regularly in 1969 though – same year as I was succesfully bred.
Oooh, there’s nothing like the Daily Mail for getting my teeth griding on the tube. It’s huge frontpage headline this morning was a big rant, something along the lines of “Now it’s illegal to smack your own child” (referring to this story). Apart from the vast factual innaccuracy of the headline, the way they refer to “your child” as an object for your smacking, something like “your punchbag” made me seethe. In my mind, an alternative scenario formed. The government bans physical abuse of senile senior citizens – suddenly you can no longer discipline your dribbling parents with a sharp jab, and the Daily Mail kneejerks as usual: “Now it’s illegal to kick your mother”. I don’t think so.
just heard a squeak squeak squeak approaching in the sky. turned out to be 2 of west london’s now indigenous green parrots.
(Posted from my mobile phone)
posted by wap. because i could. thank you wap.waplog.ch/blogger
Armenian proverbs, stolen without shame from notsosoft because… well, because they’re wonderful (I’ve a feeling that numbers 6 and 18 at least are, ahem, somewhat fictitious):
- “It is better to carry stones with a wise man than eat pilaf with a fool”
- “You don’t water a camel with a spoon”
- “It is not he who has lived the longest, but he who has traveled the farthest, who knows the most”
- “If you do not know, it is not shameful, but if you do not know and say that you know, it is LIE”
- “Eat bad soup with a big spoon”
- “Never believe a woman who says she doesn’t want mayonnaise on her baguette”
- “The curtain reveals as much as it hides”
- “In attempting to fix the brow, let’s not damage the eye”
- “Clouds that thunder do not always rain”
- “He who speaks the truth must have one foot in the stirrup”
- “The serpent draws poison and the bee honey from the same flower”
- “You are as many a person as the languages you speak”
- “The kick of a quiet horse strikes strong”
- “May you grow old on one pillow”
- “Always tell the truth in the form of a joke”
- “Suffering was inflicted on rocks, but they could not stand it, so it was inflicted on man”
- “The wise horse cares not how fast a man may run”
- “Surprise is a better value in a sandwich environment than service”
And for added value, here’s another one that I found…
- “With bread all grief is less”