whimsy
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what was the last gig that you went to?
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it was one of the Gallagher brothers…but I can’t remember which one
A new entry for The Meaning of Liff, IT Workers Edition
Fugglestone. Noun
The state of mind when your old password is still locked in your muscle memory, and one half of your brain realises the old one won’t work any more but the other half doesn’t yet realize that it’s got to remember the new one
Annual-ish tweet / toot / post
The crocuses, or possibly the croci, are out in the Shire
Proposed new entry for the Meaning of Liff, IT Workers Edition
Bullock’s Horn - the situation in which you find yourself when someone asks you to help with something, and you go to consult with someone else who you think will know about it, and they direct you back to the person who asked for help in the first place
Wikipedia - The Meaning of Liff
Mark Thomas's Pet Hates
I thought these were funny. Comedian Mark Thomas’s pet hates, from The Irish Times , quoted by Colin Murray on Midnight Meets Midnight Meets
The way Desert Island discs doesn’t play the full song.
The smug class-ridden blather of [Radio Four’s] Today programme.
Anything that involves Piers Morgan and an absence of violence.
Harley Davidson motorbikes and the over 50-year-olds that ride them.
Anyone who has been in a gymkhana.
Any film with Josh Grogan.
Litter and the people who complain about litter.
The Proms.
Christmas markets.
Dyson, the man not the machines.
Ageing.
The BBC notion of balance and inpartiality that invariably sides with the overdog and the establishment, but still manages to say “well we’ve had complaints from everybody, so we have probably got it about right”.
My children ‘borrowing’ my clothes.
News about the Royal Family.
S**t coffee that costs £2.50
Buying water in plastic bottles.
Macaroni cheese.
Having to throw away half of the weekend papers.
People talking about their piercings.
Garden centres.
John Lewis Xmas adverts and the coverage thereof.
Q and A’s
(NB: Tories, capitalism, sexism and racism come under serious hates.
There was a very ‘Radio 4’ exchange on the radio just now
The Christmas Radio Times is now defunct…..goodbye old friend
Back to work thoughts. As they almost said in The Go-Between “2024 is a foreign country. They did things differently there”
Gratuitous seaside postcard
Like weekends, December is too short
By my calculations, it’s only 15 sleeps until Gavin and Stacey
This is a lovely Christmas wreath on a lovely Salisbury building…but it looks a bit out of proportion - as if there’s been a Spinal-Tap-Black-Sabbath-Stonehenge type confusion between inches and feet
it’s windy out
Many of the COVID signs, warning people to keep their distance, are fading now
I wonder when the last one will disappear from view
I’ve never seen Back to the Future.
I only realised today, when I saw this poster, that the name of the band ‘McFly’ is a Back to the Future reference
Happy Cyber-men Day to all who are celebrating it today
I would very much like to do a Desi Pub Tour of the UK
I really like SSMS as a query tool, but i found it much easier to pronounce ‘Toad’
I’ve never been able to imagine Cary Grant speaking in a Bristol accent
(For those outside the UK, think of Speak Like a Pirate Day…..but all the time.)
My most un-English opinion is this.
I find the Shipping Forecast really boring
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Love and cannibalism in the Yorkshire Dales
I’ve never thought much about the folk song ‘Ilkley Moor Baht ‘at’ before Paul Sinha mentioned it on his radio show.
I think the only bit in the words below that really needs explanation is ‘baht at’ means ‘without a hat’ ….but there is a full translation on Wikipedia
ON ILKLEY MOOR BAHT ‘AT
Wheear ‘as ta bin sin ah saw thee,
On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at?!
Tha’s been a cooartin’ Mary Jane|
Tha’s bahn t’catch thi deeath o’cowd
Then we shall ha’ to bury thee
Then t’worms ’ll cum and eat thee oop
Then ducks ’ll cum and eat oop t’worms
Then we shall go an’ ate oop ducks
Then we shall all ‘ave etten thee
That’s wheer we get us oahn back