Today I saw a new VW Beetle with the VW logo pulled off.
Whoever did that has to be older than 30. It brought back some very nostalgic memories of being 15. Amazing to think that Beastie Boys have had such a long lasting effect on the world. They also invented the term ‘Mullet’. What talented lads.
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Cool!
We’ve just been watching a hilarious TV comedy, set in a bizzare, surreal world where grotesque characters convey insane, and slightly disturbing, stories: Sunday morning religious telly.
Today was a ‘New Christan’ programme. Gone are the the church, the robe-clad vicar, the flowery hats and the organ-based droning hymns. Instead the ‘service’ is held in a large amphetheatre-style venue by people wearing very sensible suits and expressions of forced jollity betrayed by an obvious history of depression or mental illness. Next to the orators are the funky band. Hey, these guys are rockers and artists, they don’t wear suits. They wear cool dress-down threads: cords and chunky jumpers.
In between the patronising sermon segments, the band start to ROCK. A woman in an 80’s-style power suit starts singing the fresh new worship songs, punctuating each syllable with the most girly air-punches you’ve ever seen. With the animal rhythm and inspiring words
“you were higher and lifted up,
you were higher and lifted up,
you were higher and lifted up,
sun of god” (repeat x 10)
The audience cannot contain themselves. The glory of god is truly shining upon them, as only God’s glory can shine. They throw their right arms in the air to act as glory-recptors. Left arms obviously don’t work as well. Not sure why, probably because God probably hates the left-handed or something… anyway, right arms extended, swaying their hips and singing the words, the audience can take their minds off of the tedium and purposelessness of their lives for the first time all week. They can feel part of something big, and the despair lifts. The words become even more inspiring:
“king of kings, lord of lords, there’s no other
we crown you now with worship and honours
holy holy god almighty, jesus lord of all”
(repeat x 50)
The guitarist switches his classical guitar for a strat and starts to gurn as he plays an AOR solo.
The arms sway faster, the woman’s punches become more violent and the rest of the black-suits on the stage also raise their right arms to absorb the holy-rays.
Suddenly the whole scene has become eerily reminiscent of a Nazi rally.
“No Dougal, Fascists and Priests are not the same thing at all. Fascists dress in black and go around telling people what to do, whereas preists…..” (Father Ted)
Today I went to hospital to discover that the lump on the inside of my cheek isn’t in fact cancer, but the opening of a saliva gland and totally normal. “Everyone has one” the registrar told me, ” in fact you’ll find another one on the other side”. Which I did. I also felt like a bit of a pratt – on the other hand the GP didn’t spot it as normal either.
Queen Elizabeth hospital, a great example of why PFI is a terrible idea, was as cack as normal. Apart from sending me the appointment date by second class post which caused it to arrive only-just in time, I still had to walk several miles through the hospital to find “Area G” and even then I wasn’t seen until 40 minutes after my time. The area around the bus stop looks like a landfill site.
Even Norman Lamont was on the radio this morning slagging off PFI…but still, despite logic and common sense, the iron-heel of New Labour continues to march…
At present, things are good. In fact, every day since thursday has been good. Cool! Oh my god – I’m having a good time!
Thursday was pretty fun. Not only was there a massive unison strike on thursday which really messed things up at G********s, but there was a pissup that started at 4:30 (pm). Dear John from the Maths department (as it used to be called before the twats took over) was leaving. John is one of the very few people that make G********s a good place to work…and he’s been forced out.
Also leaving were Bill and Cho-ho..two interesting, talented people….
A night of joy and happiness (apart from the extreme violence, tequila, broken glass and blood). Despite the outrageous amount of alcohol consumed, most of us made it for Friday night….again…a good night. It is ten years since I started at the college, and ten years since I met one of my best friends, Ben. Ben came to London and helped make Friday fun – depsite us all ending up in the Tavern – a shite place to be for many, many reasons.
On saturday half a million people (or 100,000 people if you believe the coppers) (or 250,000 if you believe the news)… took to the streets of London to protest about the imminent war against Iraq. Not that we like Saddam, we just hate the fact that George Thicky W Thicky Bush Thickcunt thinks we should be dictating the way the world should be run by flexing his cock muscles. In fact I too believe that we should do away with fascistic vote-rigging bastards who try to rule the world with hardcore religious doctrines and who have no care for the innocent… Saddam is pretty shitty too but why punish his opressed people by bombing them ? Espcially since it was the U.S. that put him in power in the first place ? Also considering that the U.S. told the Iraqi revolutionaries that they would support an uprising…and then fucked-off after the ally-royals were restored to power in Kuwait leaving Saddam to kill and toture them.
It was the first time for ages I’d seen Alex, despite the fact he lives about 20 minutes walk away….I just don’t see him often enough – A peculiar thing about living in London…
Ben, Alex and I met up with Ray, Pete and Susie from G********s) and we marched (walked /stood still/ waited/ danced) together. After the massive march, in which the Police had seriously underestimated the numbers involved, resulting in a total collapse in police control leading to a really quiet and peaceful demo, we went to the pub.
Nice day. Nice, nice day…
Now, Sunday night, it’s TV time. Red Wine, a lovely evening with my parents in which we ate roast pork, drank wine and looked at lots of Auntie Betty’s pictures dating from the early 50’s.
BTW – according to the “News Shopper” in 1966 there was just as much, if not more, violent crime in the borough then as there is now. The only difference is that nowadays razors are seldom used…and that really is the only difference.
Now come on…Brian bloody Aldrige is really pushing his luck…they are dragging the life out of this story line…
A really nice day yesterday. Did some work on the PIC project which worked nicely and then decided to attack a really irritating Winblows problem.
GEEKBLOCK
After my last Athlon motherboard blew-up I bought a replacement, the chip was fine so I just used that. The hard-disk was dual boot Linux/Windows. The Linux partition booted fine – no problem, everything working fine….but the bastard windows 98 partition (needed for a couple of things unfortunately) would not find the network cards. Believe me I tried everything, moving the cards about, removing the entire ENUM key in the registry (which sorted everything else OK), 3 different NICs. Using the ‘Add New Hardware’ wizard to add the cards explicitly caused me to shout the words “FUCKER” and “CUNT” on several occasions as it told me that the card was plug-and-play and so didn’t need installing…..just plug the card in and reboot! Arrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!
So yesterday I switched hardware – ‘teapot’ the Linux workhorse/music-player/firewall/router switched into the athlon box, and ‘parrot/blackbird’ the winblows/linux disk into the K6-2/500…and it worked!
Had to zap the ENUM key and get it to redetect everything, but after about 50 reboots all the hardware was detected! Woooooohooo! So Everything’s working and my dear teapot is now on an Althlon. happy happy.
EOGB
In the evening we went to see some friends, Jackie and Mike, for dinner. Jackie did a curry and it was fantastic. All vegetarian, but superb. A spinach and prawn dish, and a butternut squash Rogan Josh. It’s totally inspired me to try and cook curry – I’d love to be able to knock up something like that.
Mike has an enormous record collection and we even got to listen to a bit of Gong before it got turned off due to public (female) pressure.
When oh when will Brian Aldridge get his comeuppance ?
Just heard on the radio that the new re-vamped Tory conference is going to
have….oh god…..
a chill-out zone
….cringe..
They’ll be advertising it on pirate radio next.
DJ Duncan Smith spinning intelligent garage
The Blue-rinse ravers room with right-wing drum’n’bass
Ann “Wheels of steel” Widdecombe
Ladies and Pensioners free before 11
Guest Appearance by “Mad Mags Death-Camp-Techno Sound System”
etc etc
The end is in sight for the excessive workload – nice feeling…however I’ve already ruled it out as the reason for my poor sleep; every night I wake up at 4am and can’t
sleep. When I finally get to sleep (several hours later) it’s total dreamsleep – and the dreams are more bizarre than ever before in my life.
Monday is the start of the registration season at work. The mellow peace of the college is shattered to make way for thousands and thousands of students. Freshers filled with nervous excitement and the rest filled with yawn-a-minute stories of how they spent their extrodinarly long summer holiday going travelling around some exotic country or other.
Admittedly the last blog entry was a tad on the negative side. However tonight’s mood is leagues away from the mood that night. Despite having to deal with a disk failure in an important firewall until about 7:30 tonight.
ADSL is back in action, one of my jobs coughed up a grand taking me back to within the overdraft limit, Michele is working, done a fair amount of work, listening to some nice tunes, good telly, a pizza-express “american hot one” and a plentiful supply of wine.
Also, our Thai-Chi started up again today which is definately making me feel better with the world. Amazing what a bit of gung-jing(sp?) can do.
Despite spending the last month of my life working so hard for nearly
20 hours a day, to the point where I stopped believing in anything but
ASCII, we’re still not making any money.
Today we reached our 2000 pounds overdraft limit.
It is two weeks after I got paid, and thus two weeks before I get paid again.
OK I’m owed money for several jobs…but the jobs aren’t technically finished
yet so I can’t get paid for them.
The infection on the inside of my cheek wasn’t frightened by last weeks course
of antibiotics and is flourishing to the extent that Dr Livingstone (
it really is his name poor fucker) has not only prescribed another course,
but has referred me to a specialist at the hospital.
Of course, I can’t fill the prescription because the bank won’t give me any moremoney.
On leaving the surgery it started to rain in a spectacular fashion. Were I not
a devout atheist it could possibly convince me to start work on building a
large wooden boat.
As I was feeling ill, tired and depressed (and also because I had washed my
hair today for the first time in two months) walking in the rain seemed like an
unbearable prospect. The 10 quid in my pocket would have covered a cab
home but would mean a night without lovely alcohol. The only period of joy in
my days at the moment.
So I walked. I got soaked. I got blown about by the tempestuous wind and I
got a couple of bottles of wine.
Dripping, I came home and relished the thought of letting out a huge, bitter
blog. Of course the ADSL is down. Of course. Of course it’s down. Look at this shit:
traceroute to denzil, 30 hops max, 40 byte packets 1 rewter (192.168.254.254) 0.768 ms 5.206 ms 0.688 ms 2 freeserve4-hg2.kingston.broadband.bt.net (217.41.134.73) 14.516 ms 14.221 ms * 3 freeserve4-hg2.kingston.broadband.bt.net (217.41.134.73) 36.61 ms 13.801 ms * 4 freeserve4-hg2.kingston.broadband.bt.net (217.41.134.73) 15.112 ms 15.778 ms * 5 freeserve4-hg2.kingston.broadband.bt.net (217.41.134.73) 16.172 ms * 22.477 ms 6 * freeserve4-hg2.kingston.broadband.bt.net (217.41.134.73) 15.442 ms 17.673 ms 7 * freeserve4-hg2.kingston.broadband.bt.net (217.41.134.73) 15.911 ms 13.907 ms
But it won’t win while I have vi…
Fuck British telecom.
Fuck Connex (another story).
Fuck Everything.
But hey – don’t look on the down side. Think happy! Remember all of the things
we’ve got to look forward to: