Wobbly Carrot Amnesty
The Times reports today, that because of the dreadful weather, the supermarkets are relaxing their standards for vegetables. The Times calls it a wobbly carrot amnesty.
Where is Esther Rantzen when you need her?
Fun At The Hackney Records Office
I wasted an hour or so this afternoon at the new Hackney Records Office by Dalston Junction station. The welcoming and competent Sian showed me where everything was and I quickly got all the information I needed. Printouts were just tens of pence each.
I’ve used other Records Offices in the past and Hackney was streets above all the others.
Signing Off In Style
I suppose that when you’ve gone, it doesn’t really matter to you.
But surely this is the way to go. Especially with such a pair of beautiful and well-behaved horses.
The undertakers are called W. G. Miller, which I often pass on the Essex Road. My father was W. E. Miller and signed his articles and letters in technical journals as WEM.
Naga Munchetty Has Wings
That’s what it looks like on BBC Breakfast this morning. It’s probably the way Naga Machetty is sitting and the silly chairs on the picture behind, look like she’s wearing a pair of red wings ready for a pantomime or a kid’s party.
Non Carpe Diem
This was the pointer on the BBC’s web site to this page about tales of procrastination.
My father always used to use the phrase.
Procrastination thief of time, make me a freeman for all time
I think he got it wrong, but the first part could be from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.
Storm Over A Sperm Donation
This article in the Daily Mail reminds me of one of C’s cases.
She was doing the divorce of a rather nice man, whose ex-wife was an absolute meadow-lady. A meadow-lady was a term from my mother-in-law, which should be self-explanatory.
The ex-wife was ranting and raving about what happened to her ex-husband’s redundancy. So she asked her client and he said that he’d spent it on a reverse-vasectomy. He’d originally had the operation on his wife’s orders, as she didn’t want any kids.
His new wife, who like her husband was rather sensible was now pregnant and in court, you’d have needed a chain saw to cut the atmosphere.
It was certainly a story that C repeated many times.
A Bad Day On The Office
Or at least a pair of shoes from Office.
I hope she had a good limp home. The two parts were on either side of a pedestrian crossing.
Upper Street Was Quiet
I know, it’s a bank holiday, but Upper Street was unusually quiet.
Upper Street Was Quiet
You couldn’t say Carluccio’s or Waitrose were busy either.
And now it’s started raining.
As I’ve said many times before, when I become the dictator, bank holidays will be the first thing to get banned.
The Price Of Postage Has Just Risen
I posted a letter this morning and if the cafe opposite had been open, I’d have bought a cappuccino.
The Price Of Postage Has Just Risen
They’re either shut, as it’s a bank holiday, or they haven’t got up yet!
Only In Essex!
Everywhere else uses guard dogs, but in Essex they do things in a more secure way and use guard cats. Perhaps, that is the reason, why a lion is now on the loose in the county near St. Osyth. One must have escaped or snapped his chain!
But then the brave boys in blue from the Essex Constabulary can handle a lion. After all, they get enough practice in some of the towns every Friday night.
The Anonymous Widower 