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apollaOK, so I finally managed to get onto one of the Sony people... lovely Irish people they are... anyway, it turns out that Sony Vaio do this thing where XP is on their recovery discs. The discs that have been sat a foot away from me all naffing weekend. I could've sorted this out days ago. I could've prevented World War Six and a Half. I could've had the fucking Sims 2 on a faster computer.
The world is an unfair place, my pretties.
And I woke up this morning to find a house with NO DIET COKE. NO COKE PRODUCTS OF ANY KIND. (although I think we have some tonic water by Schweppes, which is owned by Coke I think. Not the same at all). This means many things, not least that I am dying, nay dying of thirst, but that I'm also going to have to change out of my PJs, get dressed, put my shoes on and go buy some Coke. *dies*
I wouldn't mind ever so much, but I ended up eating chicken soup yesterday for dinner because we had nothing in the house not frozen solid that I like even at all... we seem to have run out. I mean, there was no pasta... my favourite sauce but no pasta to put on it. Meatballs, but no pasta. I ended up at half twelve watching Sharpe's Honour (still trying to give it a chance) eating cherry tomatoes on their own. The combination of little food and no Coke is going to play havoc with my very delicate system. I say delicate, I've actually got a stomach that's probably lined with asbestos, but it's a delicate system based on a fragile balance between Diet Coke, crisps and mortadella. Without those things, I don't know what will happen.
That said, this evening heralds the long-awaited return of *drumroll* NEVER MIND THE BUZZCOCKS! Yes indeed, life will, at 9pm this evening, make sense once more. I know most of you have no idea what I'm going on about, that it is silly to be so emotionally involved with a quiz show... but this is no mere quiz show. This is a comedy pop quiz show hosted by my ideal of comedic perfection (aside from Ronnie Barker, obviously), Mark Lamarr. The return of the show means that, not only will my life be happy and contented once more, but that I will have NEW jokes to tell my adoring fans. After all, it's about 85% of my comedy output. Used to be more, but I've been striving hard for originality in recent years (Ambiwinkstrous being a prime example).
For those of you that do not know, have not seen, imagine this: Half an hour of comedy japery based around rock and pop music, the humiliation of idiotic or arrogant guests and the elevation in respect of intelligent and amusing guests. How we laughed when Bill Bailey fell over trying to moonwalk behind a desk... how we laughed when Dave fucking Hill from Slade made a total twat of himself... how we cackled at Bobby Davro not being funny... how we came to love DJ Sammy... how we came to realise that though mad and prog-rock, Fish (formerly of Marillion) is a funny, funny man.
More than that, thanks to Mastermind, University Challenge and after Buzzcocks, Room 101, I get two straight hours of genuinely good TV in one day every week now. That is what makes TV licenses worth paying for. That is what makes getting out of bed worth doing. That is what makes inventing telly in the first place worth doing.
And now I'm off to shower, dress and get some fucking Coke.
ETA: WEASELS!
The world is an unfair place, my pretties.
And I woke up this morning to find a house with NO DIET COKE. NO COKE PRODUCTS OF ANY KIND. (although I think we have some tonic water by Schweppes, which is owned by Coke I think. Not the same at all). This means many things, not least that I am dying, nay dying of thirst, but that I'm also going to have to change out of my PJs, get dressed, put my shoes on and go buy some Coke. *dies*
I wouldn't mind ever so much, but I ended up eating chicken soup yesterday for dinner because we had nothing in the house not frozen solid that I like even at all... we seem to have run out. I mean, there was no pasta... my favourite sauce but no pasta to put on it. Meatballs, but no pasta. I ended up at half twelve watching Sharpe's Honour (still trying to give it a chance) eating cherry tomatoes on their own. The combination of little food and no Coke is going to play havoc with my very delicate system. I say delicate, I've actually got a stomach that's probably lined with asbestos, but it's a delicate system based on a fragile balance between Diet Coke, crisps and mortadella. Without those things, I don't know what will happen.
That said, this evening heralds the long-awaited return of *drumroll* NEVER MIND THE BUZZCOCKS! Yes indeed, life will, at 9pm this evening, make sense once more. I know most of you have no idea what I'm going on about, that it is silly to be so emotionally involved with a quiz show... but this is no mere quiz show. This is a comedy pop quiz show hosted by my ideal of comedic perfection (aside from Ronnie Barker, obviously), Mark Lamarr. The return of the show means that, not only will my life be happy and contented once more, but that I will have NEW jokes to tell my adoring fans. After all, it's about 85% of my comedy output. Used to be more, but I've been striving hard for originality in recent years (Ambiwinkstrous being a prime example).
For those of you that do not know, have not seen, imagine this: Half an hour of comedy japery based around rock and pop music, the humiliation of idiotic or arrogant guests and the elevation in respect of intelligent and amusing guests. How we laughed when Bill Bailey fell over trying to moonwalk behind a desk... how we laughed when Dave fucking Hill from Slade made a total twat of himself... how we cackled at Bobby Davro not being funny... how we came to love DJ Sammy... how we came to realise that though mad and prog-rock, Fish (formerly of Marillion) is a funny, funny man.
More than that, thanks to Mastermind, University Challenge and after Buzzcocks, Room 101, I get two straight hours of genuinely good TV in one day every week now. That is what makes TV licenses worth paying for. That is what makes getting out of bed worth doing. That is what makes inventing telly in the first place worth doing.
And now I'm off to shower, dress and get some fucking Coke.
ETA: WEASELS!
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Question for you
Date: 2004-09-20 11:47 (UTC)I had a question for you as I know you're from England. In a news report on television this weekend, a commentator was reporting from London about the penetrations into England's Parliament building. He was standing in front of a streetlamp that had a white glass ball about the size of a basketball behind him. It was broad daylight in London, but I could clearly see that the streetlamp was _blinking_. I was wondering if you knew and could explain if maybe it actually means something else instead of just being a streetlamp to illuminate the sidewalk at night.
On your previous Bush/Kerry convergence comments I completely agree. I think those centrist parts of our two major parties should split off to two new large parties just left and right of center, and leave the far left and far right as clear radical parties to be shown as small as they really are. I myself am a member of another centrist party called the Libertarians, and I'm a big proponent of multiple parties that are forced to work together to form majorities. In Europe, that seems to me to foment more discussion and solutions, break the deadlock of two aged decrepit parties, and keep countries from making too many abruptly dangerous moves too quickly.
Re: Question for you
Date: 2004-09-20 14:22 (UTC)Street lights are much smaller, higher up and far more boring than those. I think they're also used at pelican crossings (can't remember what they are exactly) and other things. I can't imagine why the producer thought to put the guy in front of it- I can only imagine it was rather distracting for viewers. Of course, it might not be that, so I might be entirely wrong. It is what it sounds like. All our street lights have timers now (I presume) to come on during dark hours.
Mind you, weirdly, I was once as a kid watching out of the windows in our back room and saw the street light on the other side of our garden wall change from orange to red. I waited for AGES to see if it would go back, but never did. Innit weird I should happen to be looking at that exact second?
As to the political stuff- two-party systems work well enough IF there's actually a difference between the two. To my mind (and I've only studied SOME politics) the coalition governments Britain had during the war were some of the most effective. Whether that's through the war or the coalition I'm not sure. Probably a combination of the two.
Moreover, I'm of the opinion that GWB CAN get his amendment through if he wants- the checks and balances only work when they ARE balanced. If November brings a Republican House and Senate as well as Bush, not to mention the Repub-loaded Supreme Court, you're all possibly screwed. I mean, this is a man who has pulled church and state closer together than they have been in a long time- and certainly closer than I'm sure certain founders intended.
Oh, meant to say: really the protestors only broke into the House of Commons- they got through the rest of the building more or less lawfully. It's quite (or it was until then) open, although they got a swipe card for a restricted corridor from somewhere.
Re: Question for you
Date: 2004-09-22 09:40 (UTC)No, it wasn't orange, it was about a foot in diameter and a smooth white on top of a tapered iron post that was wide at the bottom and narrowed to the lamp.
What amendment re: Bush were you referring to? Sadly, most of our news every day is now about the Vietnam years for the candidates. You probably get better coverage about current issues and our election than we do.
Good to hear the point about your House of Commons. The room looked largely empty in the video we saw. We also have public parts of our Houses of Congress that the public can view the daily goings on.
Re: Question for you
Date: 2004-09-22 16:12 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-20 12:00 (UTC)Must ask parents to tape it for me. :)))
Come to think of it...common room totally empty.....big screen TV.....
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Date: 2004-09-20 14:24 (UTC)Meant to ask- what uni are you at? I'm sure I asked before, but I never remember this stuff? I'll like, send you mail so you can show off to your flatmates!
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-09-21 01:58 (UTC)I'm at Oxford Brookes Uni - I'll email you my term address - yay mail!!!