Wednesday, July 27, 2005

17.12 On Time
Not quite as much palaver about this as I'd expected.

Maybe tomorrow?

Quote of the Day
A caller has joined a book club but is reluctant to complete her commitment: " What would I want with five books?"

Jenny - American Music Club
Over & Over - Gemma Hayes
Comfort Me - Sparklehorse
After The Goldrush - k d Lang
Rose Parade - Elliott Smith
Chances - Athlete
Dublin - Prefab Sprout
1972 - Josh Rouse

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Walking Wounded

Number 2 - Victoria Hospital. On Time.
Despite the fact the the New Fracture Clinic was running 60 minutes late I was in and out before I'd got past "What is Harassment?".
It was maybe something to do with the fact that there isn't much they can do for me now, other than squeeze the wrist until I squeal then say "it's coming on nicely". Today's Doctor (never seen the same one twice) asked me if I'd been given any exercises to do because, although I am on the list for physio, it will be five months before I get an appointment.

Penultimate Doctor told me to put it in a bowl of warm water and wiggle it about a bit.

Today's Doctor went through some moves I've got to do four times a day (I think he made them up on the spot, just for a laugh), gave me a sheet of instructions and I was summarily dismissed.

So, back to the bus for confirmation that Blackpool truly is the Ugly Capital of England.

Shake Those Windows - Athlete
Ashes - Embrace
Black Star - Radiohead
Cannon - The White Stripes
American Idiot - Green Day
Scartissue - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Girl - The Beatles
Lowell MA - Death Cab For Cutie
Ribcage - Elbow
Alpha & Omega - Boards Of Canada
First Thing - Four Tet
Walking Wounded - Everything But The Girl

Monday, July 25, 2005

Each Time I Bring It Up, It Seems To Bring You Down

17.12 On Time
Four people cried today.


Four people whose lives were in such a state that they ended up sobbing to a stranger on the telephone. I don't really mind when people weep. I can usually cope with it in a detatched, "Don't worry about it", "Take your time", "Make yourself a nice cup of tea/large gin and tonic" [delete as applicable] kind of a way.

But it doesn't usually happen four times in one day. That has to be some kind of record.

And I'm sorry, but I confess, when I'd dispatched the person who was blubbing because they didn't get to see a Robbie Williams Tribute Act, I did snigger.

Borrowed "Bullying and Sexual Harassment" and "Working With Difficult People" from the library on Saturday. May need to read them yet.

No Name #1 - Elliott Smith
Dinner At Eight - Rufus Wainwright
Mermaid Blues - Tom McRae
Driftwood - Travis
Hermitage - James Yorkston
Luckiest Man Alive - Finn Brothers
Shouldn't Be Ashamed - Wilco
Last Time We Spoke - Eels


Wednesday, July 20, 2005

And You Held Your Head High

17.12 On Time
Following a late night I was fortunate enough to be able to spend today dozing and daydreaming through a training course run by a man who once labelled me disruptive.
The best bit was foregoing the afternoon coffee break to have ten minutes of sitting in the sun, soaking up the view and watching the swallows doing their thing.

I'm thinking sometimes, maybe, I can be a bull in a china shop.

Due to inadvertently having left the jukebox switched on, playing to itself on random for all of Tuesday and running the battery right down - there was silence.

Monday, July 18, 2005

It's A Perfect Day To Throw Back Your Head And Kiss It All Goodbye

17.12 On Time
O.K. so ... I am a cat.
I saw some pigeons.

I couldn't help myself.

Anyway, somebody had to do it.

And then Someone left the office abruptly and we are no longer allowed to speak of him.
But should anyone ask, he's off sick for a while.

Wish - The Cure

Friday, July 15, 2005

7.31 On Time
Looks like DrugDealingBoy has moved out of the flat next door. Fingers crossed the new neighbour is as quiet.

Last night I dreamt LineManager, in a desperate attempt to rekindle team spirit, arranged to take us all to the ballet. But then he got cold feet, thinking we would embarrass him. Laurence Olivier was going to be dancing.

A Day Is Far Too Long - Graham Coxon
Mayfly - Belle & Sebastian
Everyday Is Like Sunday - Morrissey
Heron - James Yorkston
Solid Air - John Martyn
Goddess On A Highway - Mercury Rev
Ran For Miles - Gemma Hayes
The Given Line - Electric Soft Parade


Wednesday, July 13, 2005

This Is Not My Life

17.12 Cancelled
Life's not like knitting.
When you get the pattern wrong or split the wool or drop a stitch you can't just unravel back to before and carry on as if nothing had happened with no-one any the wiser.

When the train breaks down most people are too hot to be indignant.
GeekBoy tells me it's nearly all over for him any way. In another month he'll have worked his notice and be starting a new life.

I'm still anxious about the Josh Rouse tickets. It's not as though this is the first time I haven't remembered my post code correctly. And I hate my new desk.

A Fond Farewell - Elliott Smith
Fruit Tree - Nick Drake
Soul Boy - The Blue Nile
All You Deliver - Jose Gonzales
Salvation Song - The Lilac Time
In Other Words - Ben Kweller
...Sunlight That Surrounds You...- Rilo Kiley
Daisy Through Concrete - Eels
Magic - Ben Folds Five

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Monday, July 11, 2005

Different For Girls

8.10 On Time
I am such a wimp.
Following her "SURPRISE!" 80th birthday party, family reunion and plane flight Tim's mum went off and did a night shift at the Samaritans.

I went off to bed and slept for twelve hours.

There's nothing like spending some time trapped in the celebrating bosom of a rumbustious, rambling family to fuck with the head of a chaos-phobic, socially inept, orphaned, only child.
However, I think everyone who was meant to have a good time had a good time. Which is the main thing.

Daisy Through Concrete - Eels
Drunk Kid Catholic - Bright Eyes
English Rose - The Jam
Boulevard Of Broken Songs - Green Day v Oasis
Imitation Of Life - REM
Shining Light - Ash
The Black Amnesias - Hope Of The States
No Surprises - Radiohead


Wednesday, July 06, 2005

17.12 On Time
SmellyColleague continues to dedicate himself to his Constructive Dismissal evidence folder.
To accommodate his burning desire to 'develop' (yeah, right) the office is being reorganised. The DreamTeam will be split asunder and Lovely (who, technically, has not been in the job as long, but has somehow managed to find the time and motivation to develop himself perfectly adequately) will now be expected to tolerate Smelly's unsavoury personal habits and devote himself to being a supportive mentor and guide.

I am banished from my cosy, centrally placed and, most importantly, solitary desk to the furthest corner of the office - I'd call it Siberia, but I've been there and it was pretty nice actually - where I will be sharing with ThesaurusBoy.
I will only be able to communicate with Charlie & Leanne by semaphore. Or email.

Teeth have never been so gritted.

The 90 minutes it took before we were able to attempt to leave the Reebok on Monday were well spent - just ask Tim for a look at his glove compartment. However, I'm not expecting to be able to spot myself on the video

Fix You
The Scientist
Speed Of Sound
In My Place
Everything's Not Lost
Square One
Don't Panic

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