Watercooler Sub Zero: Ice Capades

Our watercooler still isn't fixed, but one of my colleagues has been drinking it all through the Pestilence and appears to be fine.

OK, I get the message. You don't actually have any interest in continuing the friendship, you just don't want to think that I "hate" you. Whatevs.

x-post - Surrey Cotswolds? Eh? What on earth?

Are we still dancing on the 22nd? My mum says she will come, though she will not dance.

Would I be right in thinking you intend to tease yr bro coz Hamish = James in Scotlandish?

An amusing thing happened this weekend, I'll start a thread about it in full. Because why not. (clue: Newspapers)

Does anyone know if there's going to be a betwixt Xmas and New Years Freaky Trigger pubcrawl? If not, can we organise a Sandbox pubcrawl next week?

I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing today, either, but I've just arranged a meeting with my project manager for 2pm. Hurrah.

I don't even want to live vicariously through FP. There is no sex. Anywhere. With anyone. I'm feeling very bereft of crush and done with it all right now.

Kate, has your crush left you now, or is it still clinging on, like the slightly runny nose at the end of a cold?

Though I am sick of hearing about my brother's marriage, and that just makes me want to have wild flings with inappropriate boy toys. Which is never going to happen, so I'm just bored with the whole thing.

I still have the end of a cold, too. I went out with wet hair to meet my mum at the airport on Saturday morning and have had a sinusy headache ever since.

the number of the Swan is v similar to the main no. of this office which makes me wonder whether Margaret gets phone calls saying "the Arkells 3B won't be delivered til Monday" or "do you open all day on Fridays?"

Sinousy headaches Kate? Welcome to my world. For me winter is just one long sinousy headache.

Wild flings would be fun, but I have a horrible feeling I just want to settle down with an elven type that I can watch HIGNFY and play scrabble with.

I would be happy with NOT cheese omelette, just any kind of food would be good. I don't be touching the devil drink at lunch anyway, I'm too tired and bleugh.

Jarvis was great on Saturday at the Roundhouse. He did a cover of Silver Machine by Hawkwind!!

Oi! he nicked Silver Machine from me. He's never in his life talked about being a Hawkwind fan. Grrrrr.

A crush still clinging on is almost worst than no crush at all. Like, you cling hopelessly to a crush, even though you know you're never going to get anything out of it, not even urgent conversations about Dylan lyrics and songwriting, but you can't really find anything or anyone else to obsess on just yet.

And I actually like his music, that's just vaguely... I don't know.

Photos of England? Hrrrrmmmm.

http://flickr.com/photos/dotcommunist/307015288/
http://flickr.com/photos/dotcommunist/307015689/
http://flickr.com/photos/dotcommunist/307012456/
http://flickr.com/photos/dotcommunist/180074289/
http://flickr.com/photos/dotcommunist/177532352/

Also, this one is for Kate

http://flickr.com/photos/dotcommunist/224348580/

Ed is there any other criteria besides England (you've got a LOT of photos on flickr, i just realized)

xpost - kate got there first!

I'll keep quiet then.

We saw a good pantomime at the weekend! It was at a fetish fayre, but still relied on the usual silly pantomime jokes (although there was a disappointing lack of "he's behind you!")

...

OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST KNOCK IT OFF, YOU SAD FUCKING PATHETIC GOTHS!!!!!

God, I'm turning into Marcentino. Shoot me now.

lol

(remembers who I'm talking to)

. . . but of course, if you demand less Gothtalk, then it shall be done, oh great one. (fans kate with a palm leaf while peeling her grapes)

Grrrr.

Oh, and how is it that women with gorgeous figures (ie, the goth, and just about every other non-obese woman i know) thinks they actually have a terrible figure and are really just a big bloaty monster when they're really really not?

On A Certain Lady At Court
Alexander Pope

I know a thing that’s most uncommon;
(Envy, be silent and attend!)
I know a reasonable woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a friend.

Not warp’d by passion, awed by rumour;
Not grave through pride, nor gay through folly;
An equal mixture of good-humour
And sensible soft melancholy.

‘Has she no faults then (Envy says), Sir?’
Yes, she has one, I must aver:
When all the world conspires to praise her,
The woman’s deaf, and does not hear.