jb i suspect hackney council may not be quite that fast-moving, and i’m certain there are hundreds of houses/flats with a worse problem than an mouse that they should prob deal with first. also the squealy thing will keep future mice away, right? good point ed, upstairs is our landlady so won’t be a prob.
GAH i am going crazy trapped in house waiting for dhl!
Johnney, try these ppl for mouse zapper:
Oh wow, for £20, you can’t argue with that. Bye bye mice!
if it were not for me that company might not exist. Are you coming on the pub crawl tomorrow?
MarkH = 12ft lizard!
I’d forgotten about the pub crawl! Yeh, I’m up for that, that might be fun. I’ve got my phone back (yay team me!) so could you text me details (when you’re going, that kind of thing).
no problem.
DHL I FUCKING HATE THEM FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING TWATS FUCKING WASTE OF TWATTING OXYGEN i have been waiting in the flat ALL FUCKING DAY with a BIG FUCKOFF SIGN on the front door saying THERE IS SOMEONE IN, PLEASE KNOCK or call this number etc and just called them and their FUCKING TWATTING TWUNTING SHITFERBRAINS DRIVER says “COULD NOT BE REACHED” FUCKING LYING SHITBAG CUNTING SCUM I HOPE YOU FUCKING CRASH AND DIE ON YOUR WAY HOME TONIGHT
but then they’ll never reach you :\\
Thingbringers be scunners like that.
maybe the dead driver will be replaced with one who isn’t a TOTAL CRETINOUS MORON
srsly i want all these fuckers to die. you are fucking up people’s lives, you TWATS.
i think i am going to have a cup of tea.
Where do you have to trek to to retrieve the thing from the thingbringer?
I shall join you in a cup of tea, and maybe some crystallised ginger with it.
I don’t get it—they just make more work for selves having to bring things a second time.
Rarely. Most of the time you have to go to the depot.
Last time—Phil’s book—I made them bring it and they did.
this is the THIRD
oops
i mean
this will be the THIRD time, stupid dumb fuckers
the depot is in enfield and it is 200 cds so going to get it myself is totally out of the question.
i feel slightly calmer and am going to have an beer
i am still SO FUCKED OFF AT THEM though
the question is did the beer help or did loosening up just get you more angry?
I work for a company whose repertoire includes thingbringing.
Trust me, thingbringers are rubbish. The worst story I’ve heard about our staff was one driver who had a big heavy oven to deliver, saw a rather long and step-filled path from lorry to house, so stove in the oven door with his boot before the recipient spotted him. “Sorry love, I didn’t think you’d want it like this, warehouse staff must have done it, don’t worry they’ll get a replacement out as soon as they can.”
In other news, steam trains! Chuffing Nora!
just that story makes me angry, FP!
ah trains!
that makes me mad too fp. there aren’t even any steps up to our house, the front door is like one metre back from the pavement. and the boxes aren’t that heavy, they’re a bit unwieldy but i can carry two at a time if i know where i’m going well enough that i don’t have to look.
I don’t agree with what they do either, but it’s not something I have any say over. The warehouse staff are even worse.
(although the one time the Management thought valuable stuff was being nicked, it turned out just to be that they’d lost a few pallets—they found them again a few months later. The only stuff they actually nick are the toilet rolls from the loos)
I hate home delivery network. My mums always getting stuff delivered by them and It’s usually me who has to wait in for it as my mum has to take turns staying over at my grans to look after her(my gran is 93 and housebound)
And everytime they come the guy doesn’t ring the doorbell. He just gives a light chap to the letterbox that is impossible to hear.(we have a porch so theres another interior door).
When we tell the prat to ring the doorbell he always says “most peoples doorbells never work so we dont ring them” Despite each time telling him OURS WORKS.
This has happened on about 6 occasions now.
The 2nd last time my dad called him an arsehole hahaha.
The last time i had to print out on a bit of paper PLEASE RING DOORBELL and stick it to the door.
It was a different driver who did indeed ring it.
oh and hello all.
Ugh. Seems like there is a kind of maths formula where, if the recipient is actually missing per-hour work to take delivery of a package, the thingbringer is more likely to be deceitful.
FP, sounds like yr firm’s guy was proud of stoving in that oven. Did he face any consequences for doing this, or are they in some kind of sick competition WRT who can fuck over the customer most comprehensively?
Often postmen will leave a ‘sorry you were out’ when you’re in because they never had your parcel to begin with.
I don’t know Suzy—this happened some time before I joined, and I don’t know any of the staff over there well enough to know exactly who did it even. The story’s told very much in a “don’t let the Management find out” way.
i wonder if there’s a market for a home-delivery specialist company (at least in london) that will be ideal for all things home-deliverable for fulltime-working households. it wouldn’t cost that much more to hire folks running on evening shift, and most people i bet will be happy to pay a slight premium to not have to skip work?
It’s almost worth getting a box at Kinko’s and getting stuff delivered there. (I get stuff sent to the office most of the time, but it’s a small company so it’s acceptable).
You’d make more money as a premium service because in reality the operating costs would be less than daytime in Central London, at least, because company would not have to pay c-charges nor would there be a major parking risk after 6.30 in all but the greediest parts of Westminster.
hurrah!
it’s definitely a good idea. what kind of stupidarse idea is it only to deliver in working hours anyway? fucknuts. so since last night there has been a sign on next door telling them my front door is in x direction, plus two signs on my front door, one saying DHL PLEASE READ THIS in massive letters and the other one with all the please-knock-door-call-this-number stuff on. yesterday the guy told me he’d ask them to get it here by 12 if poss. at 12 i called them and they said it had gone out and would be here by 3 at the latest. at 3 i called them and they said it hadn’t even gone out for delivery today. AAARRHJJJ CUNTYCUNTYCUNTYFUCKNUTS IHATETHEM THEY ARE FUCKING WITH MY LIFE.
and now i missed the start of the pub crawl, all because these twats can’t rustle up a fucking brain cell between the lot of them.#
Mornin!
Mornin! I slept most of yesterday. Isn’t that was the 1st January’s for?
I wish!
I ended up here at 02:00 coudn’t sleep etc
Morning.
My new supervisor starts today. I haven’t met him yet—he’s been stuck in the boss’s office since 9am.
Have just found that when we set up the recorded phone messages to say “Happy Christmas! We’re not in!”, I cocked up. I *actually* set them up to say “Happy Easter! We’re not in!” and noone bothered to check.
Morning all, happy new year, I am off to sunny belgium this afternoon.
Also I’m keen to do a rolling walk on Sunday but I am in no position to organise.
It’s all very quiet round these parts...
Highlight: The kids got a karaoke video camera unit thingy, we plugged it in and they did passable versions of “HotHotHot” and “YMCA”.
Amber took the mic for “Girlfriend” by N-Sync. I didn’t know the song, let alone Amber, but she read the lyrics in a flat loud monotone in pure classic Drimble Wedge and the Vegetations style (See: Peter Cook in Bedazzled) but much much better lyrics for it..
“He does not love you.
He will never love you..”
(we were all crying but thankfully Amber did’t notice or wasn;t bothered)
Particularly this bit:
In the middle of the night
Is he gonna be by your side?
Or will he run and hide?
You don’t know cause things ain’t clear
And baby when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side?
Does the man even know you’re alive?
Leonard Cohen, eat your heart out!
ahhh Belgium. Where are you going, Ed? I have to say that central Brussels in the snow is one of the most beuatiful urban sights I have ever seen.
Dendermonde (probably staying at the IBIS by the Aalst motoway junction)
never heard of it I’m afraid—from the name I’m guessing Wallonia?
No Flanders, just south east of Ghent. I went there late last year. Possible to get a decent meal and a beer is about all I found out about it.
When I was in Bruges a couple of years ago I first experienced the joys of Kwak. Beer in an hourglass frame!
morning! i seem to have some kind of not very pushy stomach bug. i am at work though, and think it’s ok.
Whoa, hope you get over that soon, Emsk. I have a fully functioning stomach but a non functioning right ear. My right ear has been out of action since New Year’s Eve so I heard all of the music in the Zodiac in mono. It feels like it does when you go on a plane, which is something I haven’t done since August.
I’m not supposed to be drinking in January, I don’t see how this can last in Belgium.
ta mark :( i dunno, it’s weird, i just felt queasy then i ate a pear then i threw up and then i felt ok and now i’m alternating between slightly queasy and ok and drinking fizzy water. j said the baby apparently threw all his breakfast up this morning too so it sounds like we have a bug.
how to kill thread? talk about puke! feel rubbeesh now.
Happy New Year everyone!
Yoghurt and ginger tea for you.
ginger tea sounds good. i want to go to sleep.
Waitrose have this lovely ginger and clove stuff which is very soothing.
just tried some other herby tea which won’t stay down. no idea where nearest waitrose is, gonna try planet organic.
peppermint is good for the stomach as well.
The Brunswick, or Marylebone High Street, would seem to be your best bets.
Waitrose was founded in 1904 by Wallace Waite, Arthur Rose and David Taylor. If I’d been David Taylor I’d be well pissed off; “Why do you guys get yr names in the name of the store and I don’t??”
Potential rolling walkers, I have a large saloon car that we can use to get to the start of a rolling walk (plus I don’t have to pay for petrol). So we could go somewhere not on the train.
Uffington! I would like to see the white horse!
Scandalous that I’ve never seen it even tho I’ve lived in Oxon for 13 years, but there you go...
rolling walking. yes.
think about destinations and circular walks, I’m off to belgium
If it is the Sunday, I’m in—I have Xmas Arse and I want rid of it ASAP.
After all that, I remember I have a camp meeting on Sunday.
Morning!
So, are we all ready to say goodbye to a) the Sandbox Watercooler b) the TradILX Interface?
I not saying goodbye to the old interface. The new one does not look too blackberry friendly.
Mmmm. But that’s what “use my own stylesheet” is for.
Morning. Happy new year blah blah blah.
What’s the story on nu-ILX? Can it be seen anywhere?
Is Kate around at the moment?
Good morning!
Happy new year! Happy New ILX (though I’ve not seen it yet—please can it be the old trad interface, I resist change) and happy new crush!
I am deeply ashamed of my new crush so I am not ready to speak of it yet though I think everyone knows.
Hurrah! I had a good xmas. My mum and I managed not to even fight. Well, not properly at least. We didn’t go to Herts in the end, so we stayed home and ate a fry-up for our Xmas meal. No leftovers and the washing up done by 3pm.
A a nice New Year—my mum decided at the last minute that she didn’t want to go to Poptimism, she wanted to stay home and watch more Doctor Who because she has a massive crush on C. Ecclestone. And then we watched some Austen and argued over who was cuter, Colonel Brandon or Mr. Darcy.
Is this part of the site code, because if it isn’t I can’t do it in the blackberry browser.
Hey kate. Does anyone know where that musical water sculpture is?
I am deeply ashamed of my new crush so I am not ready to speak of it
Clearly.
What musical water sculpture?
Our new year was mainly travelling down from Newcastle, stopping at Tibshelf for a break and seeing the ‘party revellers’ stopping to use the bogs and (as Alice put it, “They were drinking drugs in there!”)
Next day was a catch-up ‘christmas day’ with my mum/sister, and the karaoke hilarity mentioned upthread.
Oh, and Alice got a kiddie type guitar. Which actually had real strings and a small amp, and was light enough for her to do guitar superhero poses as she does. (the Fender Mustang’s a bit heavy). The only downer being it doesn’t stay in tune long.
Ecclescake is in a series on US TV, I recall reading somewhere. Also I look forward to making your mum carbon neutral (I have not forgotten).
I heard about it on radio4 a while back and I want to try and make use of this car to go and see it possibly on saturday if they let me out of belgium.
I just found out I got married! Now I know I was pretty drunk on the pubcrawl, but I would have thought I would remember marrying Pete.
Oh yes! Walking on Sunday! Count me in! I will email you my mum’s email address—though her house sitter rang me in a panic last night and told me the boiler had exploded or something strange. Though the phone kept cutting out argh.
Some rock chicks, recently...
That is an awesome guitar! Aw, they just look SO FREAKING COOL.
Too bad it doesn’t stay in tune. That’s a bit rub.
stopping at Tibshelf for a break
The services? Woodhall or Trowell are better, if you ask me.
yeah, tib is exactly 1/2 way, used to like it as it was quiet.
Now I know why. Tis rub.
Like Donnington more now.
Ah, Tibshelf! Happy memories of touring.
ARgh, OK, I am going to stop the googlecrushing. Because this is the problem with fancying an actor—it’s rarely about the person, it’s the roles. And the more you find out about the person, it spoils the fantasy.
la la la. after dropping in quickly on andrew’s birthday (i hope you all ended up asleep in the road singing ballads to lampposts, though it didn’t look like it was gonna go that way) i went home and watched this life while wearing pjs and a duvet and feeling immensely sorry for myelf and went to bed at like 11.30 or something and omg i am so much more sparkly this morning. helloooo people!
Hi all! Hi Kate! Hi . .. well, all those I haven’t said hi to, I guess. Happy new year etc.
Fancying actors is always gonna land you into trouble for exactly that reason. Watching old Doctor Who last night reminded me how hott Romana is/was. I rushed to the internet to find out about her and pics and stuff, then hauled myself back at the last minute, knowing that it’s all self-destructive and I’d end up feeding the crush rather than sating it. Fancying Doctor Who assistants is the first step in a direction I really don’t wanna go.
Hi emsk! Are you back to your bouncy self?
I just gave in and GISed Romana. FFS . . .
It could be worse, JB. I’ve already had this discussion in the pub on the Betwixt Pub Crawl—about how fancying Dr. Who type actors is just WRONG, it’s past the level of fancying your teachers or something, but more along the lines of, like, fancying your dad’s mates or something. I’m glad you like Romana I, though, I thought she was much lovelier than Romana II, but I know I’m in the minority on that.
Sorry you’ve been poorly, Emsk. When you are recovered, you must come round and eat some curry, which will cure everything. Until then, ginger tea for you.
It really is about the eyes innit.
I currently have a crush on france24 anchor, catherine galloway, which is unusual for me.
Sorry, sorry, just one more:
There, now I feel a lot better.
no the mouth, Johnney. Subtle upturn and well pronounced philtrum.
or as a mate of mine put it, somewhat more crudely, BJL.
Yeah, I though it was more about the lips.
I’m very disappointed in my new crush—mainly for the OBVIOUSNESS of it all. And I was so proud of myself for being the only person I knew who wasn’t crushing on this person, and now I’ve succommed.
It wasn’t even the pointy nose or the anime eyes. It was the FRECKLES.
This is true, she has got a yummy melty mouth. And being a timelord I bet she knows a few tricks ‘n all, if you get my meaning ha ha ha builders guffaw.
how confusing our language is. A fox is very like a dog, but at the same time, the complete opposite.
And foxes are chased by dogs.
Wolves pwn all.
My teenage re-occurring dream involved being chased by wolves. As such, I am utterly unfazed and unimpressed by the creatures these days.
JB, yesterday:
