Monday, 21 April 2008

Lost Coat

Presented for your delectation, an email that was sent around our office this morning:
We seem to have a coat that's been left in [location deleted] on the coat hook. I wondered if anyone has lost one? It's a long female coat.
Two things immediately spring to mind:

1. A female coat? I had no idea that coats had gender. How do you tell if a coat is male or female? If you leave a male and female coat on the same hook, do they breed? Would you end up with a closet full of little jackets?

2. The fact that the coat has been left "on the coat hook" suggests that it's not so much "lost" as "left in a safe place for later collection". If the lady who sent the email walks around our office she will see many "lost" coats, hanging on coat racks, waiting to be found by their owners who are sitting, working - some of them over 12 feet away...

If it's not claimed within 3 days it should be sacrificed to the God of Lost Outdoor-wear: Quetzlcoatl.

Thursday, 10 April 2008


I have to share with you a comment that a workmate made to me yesterday. After a day in which my planned work changed 3 or 4 times, due to the whims of someone else working on the same project, I said that I thought that plans were probably a mythical concept. My esteemed software developer colleague replied:
Well, they do say that no plan survives contact with the ‘enemy’. I suppose in this context, the ‘enemy’ is reality…
Anyone who has ever worked on a large project, with constantly shifting timescales, targets and priorities will know the despair that underlies the observation.

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

Pedal - Puff - Pant - Push - Phew!

I think that everyone who reads this blog has probably had an email from me, begging for money yet again. If not...

Once more, on the 11th May, I'll be taking part in the Thames Bridges Bike Ride. 14 bridges, 33 miles (eh? it was 32 miles the last two years!) through London, starting east of Tower Bridge and finishing at Hurst Park, west of Hampton Court.

My cyclopath buddy David isn't taking part this year, but I'll probably be cycling with our friend Sally (if we remember to find each other at the start).

The weather's been totally shoddy, so I haven't yet started training. Yikes! So please give generously to spur me on. Now the clocks have gone forward I should be able to find time to pedal through the streets of Aldershot in the evenings. What larks!

Just click on the "Donate" button in the sidebar and Justgiving will do the rest.

Thank you!

Monday, 7 April 2008

Snow + Hail = Snail

I have to credit MLYW with the title to this post. But she was in Dublin and they do things differently there, so I can only assume that the gastropods cascading upon Ireland were some sort of governmental initiative, or something.

[Luckily, I don't have an editor, or that entire opening paragraph would be rightly dismissed as utter bollocks and deleted.]

So. Hello there. It's been a month. An entire month! When I'm posting even less often than Chuckie, something's seriously wrong!

Well, actually nothing's wrong. I'm happy in my new job - though very busy - so am finding it veeeery difficult to find time to blog during the day (today is a rare exception). And my evenings are spent either rehearsing, or designing drama festival logos, or attending meetings of one sort or another. It's all busy, but mundane and there doesn't seem to be much worth blogging.

So. That's what I've been doing. I'm still here; I'm still reading your blogs (even though I've not even found time to comment recently); I'm not lying in the hallway with a broken leg, phone just out of reach, with mail piling up on the doormat. At least, not at the time I'm typing this...