They're the ones wearing sunglasses.
Indoors.
At 9.00pm.
In England.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Uh-oh...
Gareth walked into one of the spider webs the other day.
The mind boggles to think what hideous retribution awaits.
The mind boggles to think what hideous retribution awaits.
Things male friends talk to me about
- Curtains
- Cleaning products
- The relative merits of beards
Any glamour I may once have exercised is clearly gone.
Things my cab driver thought I might be interested to hear his views on
Discussed during a 15 minute journey to Heathrow:
- Gloria Estefan
- Driving in Windsor
- Volvos
- Asian cab companies
- Advertising on the radio
- Maintaining the right attitude during an economic downturn
All, as I'm sure you'd agree, worth knowing about.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Everybody needs good neighbours
There are, not one, not two but three fairly large spiderwebs right outside my front door, playing home to what appears to be West Dulwich's native species of arachnid.
I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this state of affairs - my attitude towards spiders generally being that they're welcome to exist in an abstract sense, but not share my home - after all, they're TECHNICALLY outside and not attempting to interact with me in any significant fashion. That said, it's only a matter of time before winter sets in and they start looking around for more hospitable environments and when they do, it will surely not escape their attention that our home is within spitting distance of theirs, providing all the convenience of staying in the neighbourhood without having to foot the cost of ever-increasing energy bills. Plus, it's obviously only a matter of time before I come home late one evening, fumble for my keys in the relative darkness of our doorstep, inadvertently stumble right into the murky depths of at least one of the webs and incur the wrath of its occupant. And one shudders to think what the upshot of that kind of thing might be.
Gareth takes the view that they're 'interesting looking' (I maintain that he needs to re-think his idea of what is worth observation and what isn't) and they have not actually made much effort to get to know us, so as neighbours go, they're better than some. As such, we are leaving them alone for the moment.
We are, after all, not here to fuck spiders.
I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this state of affairs - my attitude towards spiders generally being that they're welcome to exist in an abstract sense, but not share my home - after all, they're TECHNICALLY outside and not attempting to interact with me in any significant fashion. That said, it's only a matter of time before winter sets in and they start looking around for more hospitable environments and when they do, it will surely not escape their attention that our home is within spitting distance of theirs, providing all the convenience of staying in the neighbourhood without having to foot the cost of ever-increasing energy bills. Plus, it's obviously only a matter of time before I come home late one evening, fumble for my keys in the relative darkness of our doorstep, inadvertently stumble right into the murky depths of at least one of the webs and incur the wrath of its occupant. And one shudders to think what the upshot of that kind of thing might be.
Gareth takes the view that they're 'interesting looking' (I maintain that he needs to re-think his idea of what is worth observation and what isn't) and they have not actually made much effort to get to know us, so as neighbours go, they're better than some. As such, we are leaving them alone for the moment.
We are, after all, not here to fuck spiders.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Please don't stop the music
Some days, you unknowingly pick exactly the right song.
Each step times perfectly with the beat and the walk to the station actually improves your mood, despite the fact that you're on your way to work at an ungodly hour of the day when even the sun hasn't made it out of bed yet.
Today is going to be a good day.
Each step times perfectly with the beat and the walk to the station actually improves your mood, despite the fact that you're on your way to work at an ungodly hour of the day when even the sun hasn't made it out of bed yet.
Today is going to be a good day.
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