With Knobs On

*Following Joe Public approval … Thanks … Click /giggle*

“Come and have a look at this!” chortled Thoughtful Man from across the room. I looked up, for I was bending over, having an interesting rummage though the programmes delivered last week. I was looking for one in particular. “Hmm?”

“You’ve got to see this”. He sounded excited, which doesn’t happen often, so best not avoided. Fortunately I’d found what I was looking for. Rising, I turned to see him leering and pointing at Elsa, the LoL computer. “It’s an old advert for WD-40”. WD40 advert “That can’t be real”. I said wiping a tear of mirth from my eye. As funny as it was, it couldn’t possibly be real.

“I shouldn’t think so. It’s on the internet.” He winked at me. “Although WD-40 was originally from ‘The Rocket Chemical Company’.” He winked again. Genuine or not, it had put him in a good mood. “And what were you looking for?” he said jovially, plucking the battered programme I was clutching from my hand. Dead Funny Programme 1994 “I don’t remember this one. Which one was this?” He thumbed through the pages before handing it back. “It was the one with the willy.” He stared back at me blankly. “Frankie and Benny” I continued but nothing was clicking except maybe confusion; I’d forgotten about our local bistro.

I explained that I’d just watched the Graham Norton show, which had featured Stephen Merchant promoting his new play, ‘The Mentalists’. He would have to get nude on stage and we’d seen extremely funny, dare I say ‘flapping’, nudity when we’d gone to see ‘Dead Funny’.

He looked at me knowingly. “Trust you to remember that”. “The funniest thing is that I saw the actor, David Haig, sometime after at London Bridge station, during rush hour.” I paused as a look of horror crossed his face. “Stood right next to him actually.”

“You didn’t?”.

“What? Compliment him on the acting abilities of his willy?” I smiled sweetly. Thoughtful Man shook his head, covered his eyes and sighed. Deeply. “Would I do something as crass as that?”.

I couldn’t see the squint but it was definitely there, behind his fingers. “I wouldn’t put anything past you woman.” He turned back to Elsa and started clicking. “Have a song”.

TB or not TB … What was the question?

  By Joe Public demand */chortle*

What was that song Labour were so fond of? ‘Things can only get better’?

Clicky got everso excited earlier on today after I showed him a blog post, by Anna Raccoon, about the UK’s No.1 export, prime Wanker Tiny Blur

*I know, Clicky, prominently displaying your logo helps sales, I think …*

Not happy with just bringing peace to the Middle East …

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… The grate man is now dead-set on bringing ‘tolerance & reconciliation’ to Europe …

Clicky, of course, knew the answer to Ms Raccoon’s question but what really got him somersaulting was the connection with his yet untold past.  I managed to stop him hogging the bar at the Raccoon Arms …

… and to post some of his story here because … to be frank, it is really, really long winded …

*Alright then, it’s not … Yes, it is interesting … Clicky, just get on with it …*

A long, long time ago …

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 I can still remember how that music used to make me smile …

 And I knew if I had my chance …

 That I could make those people dance …

And maybe they’d be happy for a while …

 

But February made me …

With every paper I’d deliver …

Bad news on the doorstep …

I couldn’t take one more step …

 

I can’t remember if I cried …

When I read about his widowed tousled bride …

But something touched me deep inside …

 

The day the music died …

 

 *Oh Clicky, that’s so sad… /sniff… I had no idea… well done you for getting that out…*

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*… that’s right, but save the rest for another time … do you fancy a coffee?*

An Archivistic Vision: Welcome to the Programme

Earlier this week, coinciding neatly with a just-in-time delivery of memories into the LoL – a faux-leather case, bulging at the seams with promising content, Mrs Reign opened Parliament and recited the new government’s proposed legislative programme for the coming year.

“Have you seen this?” Thoughtful Man said, passing the case over for inspection.  It was surprisingly heavy, requiring both hands to guide it to the floor and prevent flattened toes. “That should keep you occupied for a bit”. He was right. A glance at the protruding spines produced a squeal …

*squint*

… and the urge to break out plastic opera glasses. “Programmes! These are all our programmes”.  I grabbed a handful and got comfortable …

“Shows, concerts, places of interest.” I looked up beaming, “All the places we went together. I’d forgotten all about these”.

“Of course.” Thoughtful Man managed to keep the ‘harumph’ out of his voice but not off his face. “I keep everything.” He’s not called ‘Thoughtful Man’ for nothing. “I don’t think that’s all of them, but it’s enough to get you started. Why don’t you take some photos and then pick one to focus on.” He handed me a camera and retired to a safe distance.

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Where to start? There was a lot to choose from but fortuitously a prompt arrived from A Void at Merovee … Phantasmagoria mention by A Void Erasure … not the sort proposed by the new government and read out by Mrs Reign … but the campy band and their ‘Phantasmagorical‘ concert that I had to go see twice at the Hammersmith Odeon in 1992.

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I’d bought the concert tickets for Thoughtful Man, as his gift the first Christmas after we were married.  But as luck would have it, he was travelling that night so I ended up taking Sister Juju.  Afterward, as we left the theatre, the sweat rapidly cooling on our hot and tired bodies, we hoarsely agreed “OMG! He has to see it!”

The next day I set about trying to find more tickets, no mean feat considering this was pre-internet days …

Not quite that desolate, Clicky, but I can see why you might think that.

It was the giant, Pip, from work at Big Shop, who unexpectedly came to my rescue …

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These tickets were even better than the first, right at the front, but even better than that, we got to have the phantasmagorical experience together …

Jealous much, Clicky?

“Have you finished that yet?” Thoughtful Man reappeared, looking anxious; he knows what a terrible shot I am. He spotted the shiny programme. “Erasure! Bloody brilliant!.” He turned away, leafing through the pages. “I’ll tell you what, have a song.”

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It’s my birthday today. I got cake for breakfast from Google …

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*I know! What a scrummy surprise …*

… and Thoughtful Man took me shopping …

*Hardly, Clicky … the local Asbo …*

He takes me shopping once a year, mostly to remind himself why he doesn’t go shopping with me more regularly …

*No, not quite …*

I rather like food shopping, looking at all the product laden shelves … studying the exciting ingredients … riding the trolley … I get rather google-eyed at it all …

“Calm down or I’ll Mary Lincoln you” Thoughtful Man sighed heavily, placing a steading hand on the handlebar as it wobbled closer to a 2 for 1 special on Pot Noodles.

“Ab Lincoln’s wife? I was taken aback and slightly flattered … the wife of a President.

“She went mental and was committed by her son after she fell in with a spiritualist” he replied as we skirted past a group of lads looking for the barbecue and beer aisle.  “He invented double exposure photography, though he didn’t get the credit for it”.

I skidded to a stop … good job too, I hadn’t seen the mobility scooters conveniently parked at the entrance to the cat food aisle. “Do you mean like Photoshop?”

*Unfortunately Clicky, I don’t think that’s photoshopped …*

*No, not that one either …*

“I suppose … Do we really need this much cheese?” He eyed the trolley contents suspiciously, “toothpicks, pineapple chucks … tin foil … Hang on, I thought you didn’t want a birthday party”.

“I don’t. It’s in case the neighbour’s child comes over to play with the boys”. His icy squint burned. “Sorry, I invited him. He’s just lost his mother”.

“He ate her”.

“I don’t think he had a choice.” I pushed on toward the frozen pizzas. “I think it was like one of those Donner Party situations”.

He caught up by the time we’d reached the check out. “So you [blip] think he’d prefer eating cheese and pineapple [blip] kebabs instead?!” He fluffed open a plastic bag and started filling it. “You are a [blip] mad [blip]“.

*Please Clicky don’t do it. I’m so embarrassed …*

*Clicky!*

It’s A Trap!

I was busy ironing for Thoughtful Man when he called out down the stairs, “John Nash is dead”.  “Who?” I replied distractedly; I was having a hell of time getting a crease out of his shirt for the night shift with the rank and file …

“John Nash. You know, ‘A Beautiful Mind'”. He magically appeared before me, wiggling his Apple in my face as confirmation of the news …

*No Clicky. Right actor, wrong film …*

“The bloke who invented Game Theory? I’ve seen a documentary about that …”. I started setting down Hot ‘n’ Steamy to tell him about it, when he abruptly cut me short.

“Tell me later, I’ve got to get out to work”. Two things about Thoughtful Man: he’s lived with me a long time and he really detests being late.

Anyhoo, he’s gone to work now, so I’ve asked Clicky to find the documentary for him watch it later … Ah, it is now …

*It comes in three parts? Gosh, Clicky, thank you for searching them all out … you really are boon for the LoL …*

*Strange, too … Here, have a Song …*

 

Have Sock, Will Travel

Little Sock is small and white. Okay, the sole is grayish – it had been worn by Little Boys – but that’s beside the point. Little Sock is my travelling companion and this is the story of how that came to pass.  Dear Reader, it’s actually quite embarrassing…

*Nice job starting that in the right place, Clicky… /pats snouth… You can carry on helping me tell the story…*

It happened a few years ago, one cold, dark winter’s morning…

Laden with old laptop (i.e. heavy) and handbag overstuffed with paperwork, I pulled my big-arse coat close around me…

…and set off up to The Big Smoke for an early morning meeting with senior managers.  On the way I did as other commuters do…

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…and so didn’t notice the stowaway sock on my shoulder…

*I do not look like that, Clicky! …/thinks… Okay, maybe during the train portion of the journey…*

From Here to There, Little Sock had a grand view of the journey: train, tube and trot through windswept tunnels and frozen roads.  To anyone I passed, it must have looked like I’d taken a direct hit from a great height…

The first time I noticed the stowaway was when I shook my coat off at the other end. Little Sock floated to the floor… In front of the bods I was meeting!

Apparently, Thoughtful Man had everso thoughtfully used my coat, innocently hanging over the banister the night before, as a suitable place to dry Little Sock. The poor thing, having lost its sibling, was still damp after coming out of the washing machine…

*Rude…*

That would have just been an embarrassing story; however, it only happened again less than a week later!

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*Way, Clicky!*

Little Sock, it appears, had got a taste for travelling.  Not wanting to give the impression that I’m Big Bird’s toilet again

…I decided to give Little Sock pride of place in my handbag.  That way it could travel with me everywhere…

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*I’m just thankful it was Little Sock and not Little Boots, Clicky…*

Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉

It started with a kick

We got off on the wrong foot, Pepsi and I. She was startled and I was oblivious … it was not an auspicious start …

*Indeed Clicky. How was I to know my attempt to say ‘hello’ would result in her death?*

*Aww … thank you ❤ *

Pepsi was Mother’s cat and they adored each other. She would lie on Mother’s lap as they watched the telly; the rising hill just meant Pepsi had a better view of …

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In the spring of 1967 she was a contented cat. That was until the day the earth moved …

 

*Ah yeah… No, Pepsi didn’t see it that way …*

*Quite!*

And it got worse for her as the kicking, ninja belly grew … less and less attention was spent in her direction as more and more was lavished on it.  She withdrew to the top of the wardrobe and kept a careful watch on proceedings with her glowing green eyes …

When it was nearly time for me to arrive, Father brought home my cot. Mindful of what Pepsi was capable of, he made some provision …

Unfortunately, this was seen as a …

… and boy did she rise to it.  The next day dad woke to find the netting ripped to shreds and the cat fast asleep where the baby would lay. He made the decision then, Pepsi would have to go …

*Unfortunately yes, Clicky. He didn’t have time to find a new home for her because I, too, had made a decision … to arrive …*

Pepsi died on the day I was born. Father took her to the vet and the deed was done. I didn’t get the chance to meet her … until later that is …

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As a small child, I would play in my parents’ bedroom, happily babbling away, the way small children do. Mother asked me, “Who are you talking to?”

“The cat.” pointing upward at the empty space on top of the wardrobe. I’m fairly certain we managed to straighten out the misunderstanding between us then, Pepsi and me.

*Thank you for listening, Clicky … have a Song …*

Don’t Panic! Update I

Hello Neighbours!

I thought you might like an update on work going on here at the LoL. It’s stressful. Not the construction – that’s coming along a pace. No, it the stuff that goes inside; there’s quite a lot of it and squirrelled away in all kinds of places. Most of it lovingly protected in a thick layer of … um… what’s the word …?

*Thank you Clicky.*

*That’s quite alright. We couldn’t have you running around bare legged now, could we?*

Scruffy, the chap in charge of the logistics on site, has been quite helpful in this regard. He suggested I consolidate all our fantabulous materials. Genius! It seems to be working so well for the build, I thought I’d give it a try. The only problem being was the lack of a shed …

*Yes, Click. Spectacular*

Eventually some space was found and the consolidating could begin …

Investigating treasures

*Alright! Just show the photos please, and do stop smirking, I’ll narrate.*

Really, it very green … recycled racking …

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… even the walls were utilised … plenty of space …

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… we were even able to start putting recollections together …

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… ready to be installed when the Library is ready. Drip-fed of course, because there is just so darn much of it … lots of hidden treasures.  Which reminds me. You may have spotted the smoking notice I’ve put up. I was reminded to do so after rediscovering this neglected item…

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Really, Scruffy has been most accommodating with his ideas. He even lent me a copy of his handbook … extraordinarily useful … I’ll must dip into it again …

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*Thank you, Click! Now would you like some bacon?*

Let’s start at the very beginning …

Arrived at last!*

Hello! I’m Roobeedoo … Drat! I can see I’ve already arrived … Never mind, I’m here now, but more importantly I’ve got the Logistics Plan with me for this new build Library.

I warn you, all construction projects have peaks and troughs in the programme, but having a good Logistics Plan works wonders to smooth them out and keep down costs.

They are also very Green … ensuring less waste and better productivity when materials arrive exactly when needed … much safer all round. Quite frankly all Project Managers should have one.

Visitors are welcome whilst work is on going, there is PPE enough for everyone who signs in. Whilst you’re doing that, have a Song …

 

* An unfortunate side-effect of hopping between universes is a tendency for shambolic timing … the past is the future and the future past. A good attitude toward being seen as unfashionable is essential.

Cracked Up Pepper

I’d like to introduce another Assistant Librarian at the LoL … Kit Bisto

Ahh …

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… ain’t he sweet. I keep a close eye on him though because … well the wrong influence could potentially turn him into …

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Darth Kitten. Believe me, no universe would be safe as the young man absolutely refuses to lose an argument.

We can spend days discussing storylines and character merits from Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.  Tonight, however, he asked me to consider the following (longish, I warn you) video for inclusion in the Library.  I’ve agreed because … well, in my day job I am referred to as Pepper Potts by a dashing ex-RAF Wing Commander.  I’m rather flattered by that even though, if I’m brutally honest, I’m probably more like Miss Funny-Fanny …

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Anyhoo … presenting Kit Bisto’s Library clip … ‘Iron Man VS Lex Luthor DEATH BATTLE!’ … It’s most amusing and informative. For instance, I hadn’t realised that Tony Stark was actually adopted …

If you’ve sat through that, you probably deserve a Song, so please do have one …