Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Southern Correspondent,
Dent must surely hail from a 20 mile radius of my present location. Research must be done. Is Dent my nom-de-plume?
Bid-Up TV is too classy. Pricedrop TV is the place to be. But only to fill the commercial breaks in Trisha Extra.
I need to decide on a stage name. I am working on a campaign to get Equity membership this year, but there is already an actress with my given name. Any ideas?
Northern Correspondent.
Dent must surely hail from a 20 mile radius of my present location. Research must be done. Is Dent my nom-de-plume?
Bid-Up TV is too classy. Pricedrop TV is the place to be. But only to fill the commercial breaks in Trisha Extra.
I need to decide on a stage name. I am working on a campaign to get Equity membership this year, but there is already an actress with my given name. Any ideas?
Northern Correspondent.
Friday, January 16, 2004
Southerner,
Not much news to report. In pain, but coping. Crappiness is, I was on my way to Leeds to finish and hand in an important assignment when I was injured. So had to phone the woman at my department who always sounds like she doesn't believe you (I mean, even in classes when you are telling her a fact, and that fact is law, it's a statute that you are reading directly from the statute book, she still sounds like she doesn't believe you) to beg for an extension until Monday. To be fair, the whole episode is a little ridiculous, but truth is stranger than fiction and all. She even asked to see proof that I'd had to go to hospital! Getting a note was the last thing I was concentrating on at the time. Have decided will give her what-for on Monday. I see my GP first thing, will gain notage, then present this to her along with my police incident number and display my bruise. It's not the kind of bruise that's an exaggerated drunken fall or stumble into a door. She will see!
Then she will give that insincere smile (subtext, "You are so lying") and hand over the extension permission slip.
Northerner.
Not much news to report. In pain, but coping. Crappiness is, I was on my way to Leeds to finish and hand in an important assignment when I was injured. So had to phone the woman at my department who always sounds like she doesn't believe you (I mean, even in classes when you are telling her a fact, and that fact is law, it's a statute that you are reading directly from the statute book, she still sounds like she doesn't believe you) to beg for an extension until Monday. To be fair, the whole episode is a little ridiculous, but truth is stranger than fiction and all. She even asked to see proof that I'd had to go to hospital! Getting a note was the last thing I was concentrating on at the time. Have decided will give her what-for on Monday. I see my GP first thing, will gain notage, then present this to her along with my police incident number and display my bruise. It's not the kind of bruise that's an exaggerated drunken fall or stumble into a door. She will see!
Then she will give that insincere smile (subtext, "You are so lying") and hand over the extension permission slip.
Northerner.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Southern personage,
Here be rough details of nasty injury incident:
1. NC waits at bus stop.
2. Filthy big truck passes (not unusual, as live near quarry and site of house building)
3. Object flies off back of filthy truck travelling at 50mph.
4. Object hits NC - on right shoulder (thanks to marvellous reflexes)- and knocks her backward.
5. Filthy truck drives off leaving NC in muchos pain.
6. NC looks round to find object, clutching right shoulder. NC assumes object will be small clod of earth which was travelling fast.
7. NC finds object. Object is HALF A HOUSEBRICK.
8. Yada yada. NC goes to Accident and Emergency.
9. NC seen by assessment nurse, who says about three words, pokes injured area VERY HARD with cold fingers and throws some paracetamol at NC.
10. NC waits ...
11. NC notices that 90% of other people in A&E are (a) small children, their mothers and assorted siblings/aunties (b) old people who are quickly whisked away for a 'heart trace' (c) junkies with amazing personal odour.
12. NC waits ...
13. NC reads poster and finds out that a 'triage' nurse is an assessment nurse. NC relieved as had always wondered while watching ER.
14. NC waits ...
15. NC seen by shockingly young doctor who prods more gently and says something about "impact wound" "bleeding under skin" and "nerve pressure". But does not x-ray NC.
16. NC observes shoulder is swollen to twice its normal size! but not broken, phew.
Then today:
17. NC goes to the cop shop. NC was officially involved in a hit and run RTA. Hurrah!
18. NC did not get registration of truck or see driver. Boo!
Here be rough details of nasty injury incident:
1. NC waits at bus stop.
2. Filthy big truck passes (not unusual, as live near quarry and site of house building)
3. Object flies off back of filthy truck travelling at 50mph.
4. Object hits NC - on right shoulder (thanks to marvellous reflexes)- and knocks her backward.
5. Filthy truck drives off leaving NC in muchos pain.
6. NC looks round to find object, clutching right shoulder. NC assumes object will be small clod of earth which was travelling fast.
7. NC finds object. Object is HALF A HOUSEBRICK.
8. Yada yada. NC goes to Accident and Emergency.
9. NC seen by assessment nurse, who says about three words, pokes injured area VERY HARD with cold fingers and throws some paracetamol at NC.
10. NC waits ...
11. NC notices that 90% of other people in A&E are (a) small children, their mothers and assorted siblings/aunties (b) old people who are quickly whisked away for a 'heart trace' (c) junkies with amazing personal odour.
12. NC waits ...
13. NC reads poster and finds out that a 'triage' nurse is an assessment nurse. NC relieved as had always wondered while watching ER.
14. NC waits ...
15. NC seen by shockingly young doctor who prods more gently and says something about "impact wound" "bleeding under skin" and "nerve pressure". But does not x-ray NC.
16. NC observes shoulder is swollen to twice its normal size! but not broken, phew.
Then today:
17. NC goes to the cop shop. NC was officially involved in a hit and run RTA. Hurrah!
18. NC did not get registration of truck or see driver. Boo!
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
SC,
Our old comment thing is broken, site buggered and everything. So we have new comment thing.
Check out Private Eye for advertising details?
NC
Our old comment thing is broken, site buggered and everything. So we have new comment thing.
Check out Private Eye for advertising details?
NC
Southern Correspondent,
I think the site which hosts our comments is down. Try again later?
Before loans I think we should try the 'Small Ads In Back Of Private Eye' approach. You know the ones I mean, the ads which give an account number and sort code...seems like ideal somefool-locating territory!
Northerner.
I think the site which hosts our comments is down. Try again later?
Before loans I think we should try the 'Small Ads In Back Of Private Eye' approach. You know the ones I mean, the ads which give an account number and sort code...seems like ideal somefool-locating territory!
Northerner.
SC,
So, Shippo has carked it. It was only a matter of time before he took his own life, although it may have been less to do with his guilt and more to do with him sulking at having his prison privileges taken away. Observe this scary graphic about Shipman.
NC
So, Shippo has carked it. It was only a matter of time before he took his own life, although it may have been less to do with his guilt and more to do with him sulking at having his prison privileges taken away. Observe this scary graphic about Shipman.
NC
Sunday, January 11, 2004
Southern,
I'm peeping at business premises listings, looking for old Uropa site. Have found other sites though, for example, somewhere round the back of Nelson Square, and that ole church near the train station, which apparently can be used as bar/club. The Brasshouse is up for sale, also, and they are building a pub on Moss Bank park. I get all the gossip!
Northern
I'm peeping at business premises listings, looking for old Uropa site. Have found other sites though, for example, somewhere round the back of Nelson Square, and that ole church near the train station, which apparently can be used as bar/club. The Brasshouse is up for sale, also, and they are building a pub on Moss Bank park. I get all the gossip!
Northern
Southern Correspondent,
Ah, the old amore debate. It is incredibly difficult to say it if you don't mean it, therefore, if you said it you must mean it - especially true if you said it without thinking. Subconscious and all that. It's generally best out in the open. It's not like it's a contract! At leastit wasn't that you wanted to say "I love you" and ended up saying "I want to f*** you" (all via text message). That is my trick, all rights reserved.
There is a distinct lack of laid back reputable jazz establishments in this region. Somebody should open one!
Northern Correspondent.
Ah, the old amore debate. It is incredibly difficult to say it if you don't mean it, therefore, if you said it you must mean it - especially true if you said it without thinking. Subconscious and all that. It's generally best out in the open. It's not like it's a contract! At leastit wasn't that you wanted to say "I love you" and ended up saying "I want to f*** you" (all via text message). That is my trick, all rights reserved.
There is a distinct lack of laid back reputable jazz establishments in this region. Somebody should open one!
Northern Correspondent.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Southern Correspondent,
The team won! Huzzah!
I wonder if anyone has bought the site of Uropa yet?
Northern Correspondent.
The team won! Huzzah!
I wonder if anyone has bought the site of Uropa yet?
Northern Correspondent.
Dearest Southern Correspondent,
Things are much the same here in the frozen North. The sky is grey, the team are losing undeservedly, and youths are still walking round and round the town centre in tracksuits, Berghaus jackets, baseball caps 'n' Rockports. I overheard one such townie encourage his mates to look at some 'melons' while in town the other day. They were honeydew, and were displayed outside a greengrocers. Bless his heart. I have barred his acolytes, but, if he adheres to the dress code, he may enter on a weeknight.
By the way, I have had a turn on the Belief-O-Matic, which assesses your beliefs and tells you which faith most suits. I am 100% Reform Jew, closely followed by Universal Unitarian. Second from bottom of the list is...Roman Catholicism. Hurrah! What wonders that educational establishment did!
Northern Correspondent.
Things are much the same here in the frozen North. The sky is grey, the team are losing undeservedly, and youths are still walking round and round the town centre in tracksuits, Berghaus jackets, baseball caps 'n' Rockports. I overheard one such townie encourage his mates to look at some 'melons' while in town the other day. They were honeydew, and were displayed outside a greengrocers. Bless his heart. I have barred his acolytes, but, if he adheres to the dress code, he may enter on a weeknight.
By the way, I have had a turn on the Belief-O-Matic, which assesses your beliefs and tells you which faith most suits. I am 100% Reform Jew, closely followed by Universal Unitarian. Second from bottom of the list is...Roman Catholicism. Hurrah! What wonders that educational establishment did!
Northern Correspondent.
