Tuesday, October 11, 2005
8.10 Fifteen Minutes Late
Being in a filthy mood due to the ineptitude of Northern Trains didn't put me in the best frame of mind for a session with the world's mumbliest training provider.
I managed to glean that 'a stitch in time saves nine' but, in other circumstances, 'more haste less speed' and very possibly, 'softly softly catchee monkey'. The prime directive appeared to be: if you want to keep your job and not end up in prison, don't tell anybody anything.
And people think I'm abstruse.
When I woke up I found I'd scribbled down some ideas for Leanne's "Elbow For Sceptics" compilation (see below) so the day wasn't entirely wasted.
Oh, and the rhubarb crumble was ace and the chairs rocked - literally.
Any Day Now
Scattered Black & Whites
Not A Job
Leaders Of The Free World
*New Favourite Song Alert