Blithering Confabulations
Tuesday June 16, 2009
Time to jot some waffle about the weeks between I last thought about posting and now….
It’s not just posting here that’s been confounded by my efforts to live through working hours, it turns out I’m getting more and more out of touch with the bread and butter of everyday affairs. Wrapped up in this bubble of naive self-importance, I’m an easy sucker for all sorts of contrived bollocks. Especially the variability of food prices in the work canteen.
I went off to Ireland for a few days to introduce myself to the patriarchal hemisphere of the family tree. That passed some time and inevitably resulted in consumption of a few delicious alcoholic hop-based beverages.
Thanks to a work colleague I managed to catch a Radio 4 show being recorded at the BBC radio theatre, something I’ve been wanting to do for a while. After getting inside, it was noticeable that the sound stage is raised about 6 feet from the floor, enough to leave the top of a couple of ex-fire-escapes exposed above the mezzanine – an emergency exit suitable for only astonishingly small persons. I left wanting to take a snap or two of the venue, but was daunted by the facist imposition of several signs reading “NO CAMERAS”.
If there’s a medical condition for chronic nostalgia would someone please let me know what it’s called so I can possibly leverage a sick note or two? I’d like to retrofit time-traveling swag to my space hopper (…where’d I leave that flux capacitor?…)
Perhaps more of my witterings will find their way onto the interweebs, few and far between as I dig through the furrows of my cavernous synaptic undergrowth and weed out some drivel. Until then, here’s a roundup of the latest cracks from b3ta’s reinventing the wheel challenge
