Last night I dreamed of drums and of storms. I was loafing on a grassy hillside and it was a calm, balmy day, and clouds would roll up menacingly, the wind would build to a ridiculous pitch, the bus shelter (it’s a dream, it doesn’t need continuity) blew almost to the ground then the clouds dispersed, sometimes depositing huge amounts of grass cuttings as they did so.
And/or (it was a dream, you don’t have to be in only one place), I was in some sort of hotel watching a band with some of my friends in and suddenly they asked me to drum cos their drummer had not showed. I was trying to switch the drumkit around left handed but it seemed to have extra cymbals in funny places and I couldn’t work out how to do it. My brain was too lazy to actually keep the drumkit the same throughout so imagine how difficult it was to arrange.
I put it down to the stomach upsets. This morning I felt pretty nauseous.
Maybe I poisoned myself last night. I did veggie bangers and mash with onion & mushroom gravy for Kate, Steve and myself. We drank with it the champagne we got from our final Friday class in Riccall while watching a video of Bruce Goes Dancing, all about salsa, mambo and jazz dancing. I didn’t know you could get poisoned by veggie sausages, but Kate puked that night and I feel squiffy this morning.
Then suddenly I thought: we ate Interesting Mushrooms from the wild on Saturday night. Maybe it’s a reaction to that! Some mushrooms’ symptoms can take days to kill you. But then I hear that one colleague is feeling sick and another has just got back to work after a week of gastric flu.
I think I’d rather have mild food poisoning than gastric flu, but if it’s a week’s puking ahead of me, I’d rather that than some of the things that can happen from eating the Wrong Mushrooms…
Last night I was standing around in the cold chatting to a bunch of friends after salsa with a bottle of water in my hand. I wanted to zip up my top as it was getting cold so I put the bottle of water down so I had both hands free to work the zip.
It was only when I got a funny look that I realized that I had put the bottle down on top of my head
If Katrina happened to britain, who would you grab?
If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what single thing would you most regret?
I don’t mean for you to post your answers here, if you’re doing it properly, the answers are probably private.
I joined bro’s slimgraph service after I lost 3/4 of a stone in a short time. Big mistake. Haven’t lost a pound since. Of course I blame the graph, what else could it be? But just to be thorough I may try some of these alternatives:
- Buy less than 3 chocolate bars a day at work
- When shopping, don’t buy an economy pack of cookies
- and if I do, don’t also buy a 3-pack of cheesecakes
- and if I do, don’t then go home and eat all three cheesecakes and half the cookies while cooking dinner
- eat something other than pasta, pastry, or cheese sometimes
- make that something not be curry
Once I have taken all these steps, I will have PROVEN that stu’s graph is the reason I am no longer losing weight.
Well, I’ve been waiting 10 years for this, and it’s just about as much fun as it has always looked. Went to see what the whole Samba band thing was that was going on down at University of York.
It’s great! I took my earplugs but was reluctant to wear them cos it sounded so great. When there was a row of a dozen people on my left with tambourims , I had to succumb, and put in my left earplug. When we finished that song, my right ear was whistling!
It works pretty much like I’d guessed. There’s a call and answer where the band leader sets the tempo with his call, and the whole band responds to say “yup, I’m ready”, then you break into the rhythm. The leader can signal variations, a bridge, back to the top, or finish, and counts down a few bars while making sure everyone’s paying attention, then blows the whistle on the last bar and we all change.
Definitely will be doing this again! I had a go on a timba which is really loud, but completely impossible to hear amongst all the instruments that are played with sticks, and some agogo bells
Taught our first class at the university tonight… WOW! What a crowd… We must have had about 150 students in beginners and 30 in improvers. We taught 7 till 9 then discovered that the next thing in the hall was … salsa!
I introduced myself to the teacher. “Are you teaching this class?” I ask.
“Yes, but not that style, I teach the real salsa.”
“Oh! You’re from Cuba?”
“Columbia.”
She was teaching a free class to a bunch of friends so Kate and I stayed to learn a bit of what it was all about Columbian style. She was very fierce and Latin, and we spent most of the class terrified. Once I figured out the basic step, it was quite fun, but poor Kate didn’t get to do anything very exciting.
I danced with a girl who I thought was Japanese. It turned out she was from Taiwan. Oops. After I revealed my ignorance, she asked me if I was American. When I said I was British, she asked whether the Columbian girl was British too. I don’t know if that was that she genuinely couldn’t tell the difference between all these round-eyed big-nosed westerners, or whether she was making a subtle point about her not looking Japanese…
I wished I could remember the Cantonese for sorry…
Wow, these have to be the funniest medications I’ve been offered at any price.
Vlaogra $3.3
Leviltra $3.3
Ciablis $3.7
Imitsrex $16.4
Flomwax $2.2
Ultrbam $0.78
Viovxx $4.75
Ambyien $2.2
Valnium $0.97
Xanalx $1.09
Soxma $3
Meriwdia $2.2
Really helps, you know. Just had lunch with Princess ‘manda the travelling accountant, and the last remaining women in the company. Some of the conversation was terrifying, centering around babies, the destruction of men, and the careful analysis of other men, but it was an hour and a half of good food, and conversation not about work.
Back in the office, I am in my stride, and taking but a brief break from forging ahead with my project to share this with you.
Isn’t that gripping, it turned out damnsmalllinux has an sftp server pre-installed so I turned it on and connected from filezilla on the new box.
Strangely the drive has not been playing up in the linux box. Maybe I will keep it. (A thousand little Disaster Recovery Pixies scream “nooooooo!”)
There’s a stretch of road on the way into work where I nearly always speed. It’s a length of dual carriageway with great visibility, ending in a roundabout. I tend to check a roundabout’s clear before I arrive at it whereas many people don’t, so I cruise past the queue and nip in.
Today there wasn’t anyone to pass so I could go as fast or slow as I wanted.
But I had no idea how fast that was, since my speedometer died yesterday.
So I was cruising at a comfortable speed, when an Audi TT passed me. “I’ll follow him!” I thought. So I sped up.
And the Audi got pulled over by the police.
Oops.
and Phew.