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Category: Journal
I think we’d better throw some water at it
Last night was very cozy, to start with at least.
I, being the man in the cave, started a fire. After a small celebration that included me dancing around with raised arms and emitting guttural sounds, we went back to the vice of watching TV. Chumbo had prepared an exquisite cheese fondue and it felt so right due to the cold and rainy weather outside.
The problem started when the candles on the side of the fireplace started melting from the heat. A pool of melted wax was building up under the cast iron fire place and slowly caught fire. We got suspicious when flames started coming out from the sides.
“I think we’d better throw some water at it”, Chumbo said.
The thing is that water thrown at burning wax just infuriated it and for a moment I thought this would escalate. Fortunately, throwing even more water at the fire killed it.
Then again, killing the fire produced some seriously thick smoke so I hurried of to get the BBQ from outside to move the logs over to it and then rushed out again. There is nothing like some everyday excitement… living on the edge you know… always pushing the envelope and stuff 🙂
Oh, and when listening to a lighter to find out whether any gas is coming, make sure to “click” it before putting it close to your ear or else you will end up, like me, with fried ear hair.
Chilly in Lodon
I will probably not put it better than was done at theThe Hiding Place but it is getting chilly in London. It feels like yesterday when I was cycling to work in shorts and t-shirt (during weekend of course due to dress code). Now dressing in the morning is a longer ritual including multiple layers of garments, a scarf, a hat and some gloves. At least it’s sunny and crisp.
Holiday tickets to Sweden and Brasil are booked so that’s one less thing to worry about (obrigado chumbo). If you are in the vicinity of Copenhagen, Helsingborg or Sao Paulo in late December then let me know!
A Halloween party is being planned. I don’t quite remember why but the theme will be porn (yes I said porn). I will be downloading some “material” later this week to create the right atmosphere at the party.
… and I can’t stop whistling two tunes from Kill Bill, Vol 1. It’s the Twisted Nerve by Bernard Herrman and Woo Hoo by 5.6.7.8s and it’s driving my colleges crazy :-D. “Watch the movie and sing-along with me”, I tell them.
Emergency evacuation
We are currently the proud owners of three aquarium fish: a red Yes we have no coffee rant
It was 9:15 am and I was late for work. Still I decided I had time for a quick coffee and maybe a bite. Costa Coffee is always fresh and there is one on the way to work.
Today the place was empty which should have been a warning. After deciding for a grande vanilla double latte I was grandly disappointed by the announcement that the coffee machine(s) were broken.
Common, you are a coffee shop. If I did not come for a fluffy, creamy and slightly nutty latte then what? To drink some water or eat a banana or… wait for it, have some rancid instant coffee? Put a big red sign up saying “no coffee in this coffee shop today” or just shut your doors.
There, much better.
Quality Sunday
For me Sundays are usually just resting days. Some time off to recover from the wounds from previous working week and to prepare for the next.
This Sunday was however busier that normal. Funny how days with no plans can turn into very pleasant ones filled with good action whereas other, well planned days, can turn out to be disappointing…
I Think I Might Be Psychic
Did not sleep properly the whole night because I forgot my mobile [‘mO-“bEl] that I use as alarm in the hallway.
Early in the morning I finally decided to fetch it just to have it ringing on the way back! I suspect I was mentally connected to it the whole night and it called on me one minute before 7 am. Or maybe I have just been slowly molded into a working machine 🙁
In other news, I might have to start going to the gym again; just paying each month is not helping out at all.
Old colleagues meet new colleagues
To celebrate Henricos new position we gathered at the Glassblower, London. This get together was also a kind of reunion for old colleagues from Dooyoo.
It was a funny mix of old and new colleagues and Henriks new mates passed with flying colours, he is in good hands for sure.
The beverages were a lethal mix of lager, aftershock and Sambuca. Besides being bit heavy headed today, I am alive and kicking. One lesson learned, make sure to blow out the flames of flaming Sambuca before drinking.
Public inquiry
Last night I attended the evening session of the public inquiry against proposed St. George development of Olympia Carpark.
The turnout was very good, around 300 people. During the 2 hours, 7-9pm, the inspector was told of around 30 arguments against the proposed development and, of course, non for.
Weekend come, weekend go
The wait for the weekend is so long yet it passes so quickly.
I was mostly lazing this weekend. Simply couldn’t force my self to the office on Saturday. I wanted to go on Sunday but nobody was there (I tried Nathan).
Visited our old favourites Vama and Nam Long on Friday. Once again I avoided the Flaming Ferraris as they do too much damage to the system.
Some more volunteer work for SRRA. I have not been distributing flyers in a long time. What a rush having a pit-bull snatching after your fingers when you are pushing the flyer through the letter box. One dog projectiled itself into the door like there was no tomorrow, poor little thing.
Thanx for the dinner invitation Frida, hoping to make it next time!
Leaving a friend at Heathrow. Meltdown in the BA queue, it was spiralling almost all the way out again. Why is it that BA chooses to serve passengers for 5+ flights with 4 staff at the check-in desks? 65 minutes later friend was checked in.
Witnessed a (big fat) Greek wedding outside a Greek restaurant on the way home. Good stuff, the bride had a cute little white hat on.