Four bottles of champagne in the fridge at home and I'm not there!
So It's half past nine on Friday night. I'm here at work. CD on the fritz and really annoying clients whining at us because they have to stay past four their time. Man, I definately don't get paid enough for this.
So, yes... there are four bottles of champagne in the fridge at home. I had quite the haul this year from suppliers... my boss even got me a bottle of Boli. It's a shame really that I can't even be at home to drink them.
The week has been absolutely frantic. Bring on the holiday season. I can't even begin to feel like it's xmas. Hmm.
Back here on Monday, I hope to get some writing done and report some excitement over the weekend.
Bring on the future.
21.12.01
17.12.01
"Carry me home and bury me decent"
Says Dearbhla in her Irish exclamation of the day... when I told her that I was going to write it in my blog she was not impressed, she would rather I write " Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the little donkey" . There now I've written them both... Weather you can tell from them or not, they're both expressions of defeat.... it's the general sense of dismay that her and I share while trying to wade through all the chaos of what is our work. Only a few days left before xmas and patience is wearing thin...
While walking in Dalston this Sunday morning prior to heading to my cousins for an "out of town relatives in town, lets all meet for lunch do" I stumbled across some really interesting things... I wish I had my camera with me to have captured them... the first sighting was...
1. A sign in the furniture shop that faces the grocery store " Fraud detection system in place. We will not tolerate fraudulent payment in any way shape or form" hmm, really? Damn, I was hoping to cash that fraudulent cheque and buy that white leather sofa that I've been eyeing? LOL
2. While walking out of the shopping centre I walked by the large barrels of chicken and beef carcasses that were teeming out of two huge blue barrels out side the butcher shop. Seeing the poor mangled feel and piles of flesh and skin. Let me tell you, if I weren't a veggie, I would have changed my ways right then and there... It was fascinating... kind of like the scene of an accident... really horrible but you can't help yourself from looking. Sometimes I feel society is just one big accident scene.
3. As I continued on my way back to my flat, I crossed the street to be greeted by a huge hand drawn sign in the window of one of the several wig shops. "Special on Human Hair!" Oh my, just what I've been looking for! I love it! I really wanted to go in and inspect this human hair and inquire just as to where they procured the product... I thought it best that I leave such exploration for another day.
4. Just before I turned the corner back on to my street and away from the parallel universe that is Dalston. I walked by the large Irish pub. I noticed a sticker on the door that read " Avoid being barred for life from this establishment, don't deal drugs in here. Anyone caught dealing drugs of any sort will be barred from entering this establishment for LIFE". Now that's a warning. I think the fact that it was a manufactured sticker, proved as the most interesting feature of this warning. I'm half saddened and half amused to think that someone sat down and had a sicker designed and printed that read that message!
Life is very interesting when you notice these little things... mind you it's not hard when you live round the corner from a very concentrated cultural area.
Roni size is playing next weekend. I think, although I'm not financially adept enough to do so... I'm going. It should be amazing to see him spin live. Plus it's on Saturday night. I'm only working Monday and then it's Xmas... plenty of recovery time for a night of dancing! Yea!
Says Dearbhla in her Irish exclamation of the day... when I told her that I was going to write it in my blog she was not impressed, she would rather I write " Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the little donkey" . There now I've written them both... Weather you can tell from them or not, they're both expressions of defeat.... it's the general sense of dismay that her and I share while trying to wade through all the chaos of what is our work. Only a few days left before xmas and patience is wearing thin...
While walking in Dalston this Sunday morning prior to heading to my cousins for an "out of town relatives in town, lets all meet for lunch do" I stumbled across some really interesting things... I wish I had my camera with me to have captured them... the first sighting was...
1. A sign in the furniture shop that faces the grocery store " Fraud detection system in place. We will not tolerate fraudulent payment in any way shape or form" hmm, really? Damn, I was hoping to cash that fraudulent cheque and buy that white leather sofa that I've been eyeing? LOL
2. While walking out of the shopping centre I walked by the large barrels of chicken and beef carcasses that were teeming out of two huge blue barrels out side the butcher shop. Seeing the poor mangled feel and piles of flesh and skin. Let me tell you, if I weren't a veggie, I would have changed my ways right then and there... It was fascinating... kind of like the scene of an accident... really horrible but you can't help yourself from looking. Sometimes I feel society is just one big accident scene.
3. As I continued on my way back to my flat, I crossed the street to be greeted by a huge hand drawn sign in the window of one of the several wig shops. "Special on Human Hair!" Oh my, just what I've been looking for! I love it! I really wanted to go in and inspect this human hair and inquire just as to where they procured the product... I thought it best that I leave such exploration for another day.
4. Just before I turned the corner back on to my street and away from the parallel universe that is Dalston. I walked by the large Irish pub. I noticed a sticker on the door that read " Avoid being barred for life from this establishment, don't deal drugs in here. Anyone caught dealing drugs of any sort will be barred from entering this establishment for LIFE". Now that's a warning. I think the fact that it was a manufactured sticker, proved as the most interesting feature of this warning. I'm half saddened and half amused to think that someone sat down and had a sicker designed and printed that read that message!
Life is very interesting when you notice these little things... mind you it's not hard when you live round the corner from a very concentrated cultural area.
Roni size is playing next weekend. I think, although I'm not financially adept enough to do so... I'm going. It should be amazing to see him spin live. Plus it's on Saturday night. I'm only working Monday and then it's Xmas... plenty of recovery time for a night of dancing! Yea!
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