30 Jun 2007
"A beer and some convo"
Me and K decided on a fun time going out for food and a fillum. We headed up to the Meridian place where there are these food places they call restaurants and a big room where they show moving picture stories.
First place was stuffed to the gills with screamy kids and there was no way we could stay there. Second place was stuffed to the gills with screamy kids and there was no way we could stay there neither. Actually we tried there and waited a bit until we got a table. Whilst waiting a family unit of 4 arrived being mum, dad and 2 daughters (aged just into double figures by the look of them). The mum was dressed in classic “chav chic” and the daughters clearly took her lead when it came to fashion. I stated something along the lines of “ooh look the local kids are getting tips on how to dress badly” and I reckon they all heard me ‘cos I got the best evils from the lot of them. Cool moment. Nearly up there with the “look out for the fat and lazy person” one in Northampton.
We eventually got tabled but it was right next to a group which included about a dozen 8 or 9 year old girls. The volume and pitch of the hubbub managed to give me a splitting headache within the first 2 minutes of sitting there. We left.
Eventually we ended up at a Beefeater place. They squeezed us in. Actually they squeezed us onto a massive table built for many but it was the only one they had free. Food was nice and drink was normal coke.
Between courses a slightly shabby bloke in a suit approached us in rather a direct direction. I assumed he was a slightly drunk reveller from the group at the bar. I stared askance and obviously gave the impression of “Who’s this idiot?” and “Please bugger off”.
“Don’t worry I’m harmless” says he proffering a hand for a handshake. Turns out he’s the restaurant’s resident close-up magician. So he swanked off a snazzy card trick and made K smile a lot. Good idea that magician thing. Must ask LP how that trick was done when I see him.
PS Oh and we didn’t see a fillum.
Lovely story here.
Makes you wonder if the journalist knows what “flaunt” actually means. Also makes you wonder whether he/she meant “flout”. Perhaps.
Just had a patient come in:
Now really. What’s more important here? And she thinks I’ll be upset ‘cos she’s not followed my instructions to the letter. I’m such a bully me.
But contrast that with people who will just ignore anything you tell them and then tell you that you’re not helping them.
I’ve just got round to looking at my site stats – coo lots of readers – ta for that.
But if you recall I used to put up some of the terms that led google and other searchers to my site. Here’s some from recent months:
Sensible ones that seem relevant:
[edit: just sent this to the Anita Anand show - wonder if they'll be interested]
Or “spactacular”; whichever you prefer.
So the Juggle.tv guys got the BJC07 DVD out and my copy came the other day. So any thoughts so far?
First impressions were positive enough. Decent visuals and the music’s fine.
There are some annoying things that really, well, annoyed me and I hope the problems are down to space or timing issues or copyright stuff ‘cos otherwise it’s a pain.
In general though I like the thing. The life around the convention bits are nice and memory-jogging; the good bits of the shows were all there and it’s not possible to please everyone all the time so well done.
I’m buying next year’s too.
…get your I.T. detector out again.
Letter from today’s local rag:
I have decided to write a book. One that offends a religion (any one will do).
Then when the people of that religion decide to kill me for offending their religion, I will receive special police protection for 10 years or more, costing millions, of course.
While all this protection is going on I’ll move to another country and, of course, I criticise the country that has protected me all this time and then, hey presto! I get a knighthood. Easy ain’t it?
Ooh! I.T. detector bleeping manically.
I wrote a response but it wasn’t coming up on the website so I’m not sure if they’ve got it but I can’t be arsed to do it again.
Incisive comment there from someone who clearly knows his stuff. Either that or all ME Corrall’s ever heard about Salman is he wrote a book that lots of people were offended by despite never reading it.
I’m sure ME Corrall has read the book and is therefore able to fully comment on the artistry involved in its creation. No doubt he would also wish to replicate the task of creating a body of work as acclaimed, varied and extensive as the rest of Salman’s. I’m sure such a well-informed commentator is familiar with this body of work.
On the other hand perhaps ME Corrall is as ignorant as the fools who condemn a work of fiction without ever reading the book they claim to despise (IE because they’ve been told to).
Honestly. Some people!
I’m hating today.
Mind you juggling tonight so something to look forward to. Might have to have fish and chips for lunch ‘n’all.
There’s a line from the past. (“Carry on Up the Khyber” if I’m not wrong)
Well me, Sir Pete and Lady Ruff-Diamond-Bear and Randi Dee, the Kahsi of Markfield went to a posh Indian place called the Tiffin for a celebratory meal. Expensive but nice in the main but Clurb was not impressed with hers. Tawas are very nice indeed.
Back to mine for pudding but no-one really wanted any once we arrived. So we watched the BJC DVD and had a little fun spotting ourselves. Full review later.
So a quiet day today. Watching House as we speak and just remembering that someone got me onto Facebook now. Might have a poke around with that. Any comments re FB? Any cop or waste of time?