April 27, 2008 at 10:01 pm (i'm losing my marbles, lunacy, random thoughts, vague embarrassment)
I distinctly remember having a conversation, some time ago, in which I said, ‘Well, I won’t forget that – it’s the day before the twins’ birthday.’
Unfortunately, that’s all I remember. I can’t recall who I was talking to. I can’t picture where I was when I said it. And I haven’t the faintest recollection of what it was I arranged to do. Tomorrow.
So if anyone’s expecting me … sorry!
April 23, 2008 at 6:51 pm (London, activities, bwahaha, culture, damn lies, i'm cold, vague embarrassment)
So, there I was, minding my own business in the middle of Whitehall, the kids were warmly wrapped in a cosy sheet that just happened to have the 1st article of the Declaration of Human Rights painted on it. It was, to all intents and purposes, a perfectly ordinary Sunday.
Through the throng, there came a little man. ‘Quelqu’un qui parle Francais?’ he pleaded. ‘Personne?’
Well, me – obviously. I do. I have a string of translations to my name – fascinating stuff, too. Thirteen volumes. If you want to know anything at all about robot spot welding, I’m your woman. CAD/CAM – easy peasy. Remote control and proprioception – pas de probleme. Of course, this was all about 20 years ago, but still. So I stepped forward.
‘Oui, m’sieur. Je parle Francais. Je peux vous aider?’
Well, it transpired that he was not a Frenchman in distress. What he really wanted was an interview for French radio on what was going on. I was now in too far to get out, so plunged on – recklessly.
It’s amazing, isn’t it, just how blank your mind goes when someone puts you on the spot. Particularly in another language. I think I may have said that Gordon Brown was a ladle. And I’m pretty certain that I expressed nothing but disdain for the people who were carrying the Olympic teatowel that day.
I forgot to ask him what channel the interview was going out on. Probably just as well. But if anyone did hear it – please, don’t tell me what else I got wrong.
April 11, 2008 at 11:05 am (bwahaha, consumerism, culture, half term, morocco, shoes)
Geddit?
Mmmm! Chavtastically tempting (but I didn’t buy them)
April 11, 2008 at 10:54 am (bleeeuurgh, bwahaha, culture, lunacy)
Just an experiment. xxx
April 4, 2008 at 7:36 pm (bwahaha, culture, damn lies, extremely funny jokes about shakespeare)
… to the elements.
Yep, someone’s taken the front off our theatre. If I were feeling very clever, I’d make some reference to ‘A Doll’s House’ but I can’t really be bothered. You know you’re at the home of the lame pun, so feel free.
(By the way, this is what they call progress.)
