Yay! Haven’t done much transcribing *yawn …Keeping you up, Clicky?* ‘Pointless’ then, so images I grabbed today… 9 of them. They cover the introduction witch actually I didn’t pay any attention to whilst yabbering on…
This the image Clicky woz-knot able to place in last night’s shambles *Click, if anyone presses, just embiggen and please, NO hiding things this time. I saw what you did. Scolds.*
I am in the process of transcribing a conversation I had with Clicky yesterday, whilst dissecting the show. Hopefully, it will be reddy later this week 😉
Sew… wats on massage in emale? *lights up*
The Thing is, I think I can show you through the medium of a Pointless exercise.
For this, you have to know that I am one of three:
I’m going to shamble this tomorrow as the first lecture on ‘Room x37 – Spotting Syncs’ at the LoL. These take time. I’ll try to keep it simple. I suggest we make your homework fun, so I suggest a game… Texas Hold ‘Em.
Card I: watch this with my husband. He is The Tardis and I am The Doctor. But I’m not always The Doctor; with sum I am The Tardis. Or River. Or Clara Or A N other… Deepends 😉
Card 2: We compete against each other, St Eve and I, but we also compete against the contestants on the show. We are one team, it’s a game we like to play. Like me and Loopy Louis. He gave me this video to show after we made his den for the evening (photosattached)
Card 3. In my shamble, I will include our answers. These will be honest and truthful. I donut L13 about this because I donut cheat. You see, I’m better than Captain Kirk 😉
Card 4: Another video from Louis. He loves bringing me things we can LoL about together. I’m the Girl with the Mousy ‘air… u gno Roob or Boor… I’ve seen iT 10 times or more…
So homework people. Chop! chop! I’m going to watch the last three episodes of Doctor Who with my husband, now. I’m afraid I am going to have to take a lead role in the search for 137.
On the other hand, I can’t tell you wat to do. Do what you like. Butt I love you all ❤
Okay, we didn’t get to watch Doctor Who that night. We watched some ‘Married with Children’ instead… Sew then *puffs out cheeks* correspondence to catch up on, screen shots to, well… grab
Hugo emphasizes ‘Blackbushe’ in posting the story of the Bin Laden plane crashing into a car auction yesterday.
Ironically, for the man seen as behind the 911 Twin Tower attack, a lot of his family seem to have been killed in plane crashes.
Osama bin Laden’s stepmother, half-sister and brother-in-law died after a private jet owned by the family exploded into a fireball after overshooting a runway while trying to land outside London.
Stepmother, half-sister, brother-in-law join his father and brother…
Bin Laden’s father Mohammed originally registered the tail number of the aircraft involved in yesterday’s crash in the 1960s.
He was flying the aircraft with the number HZ-IBN, when he died in another crash in 1967, however his family retained the registration.
The aircraft was registered to Salem Aviation – which was named after the dead terrorist’s eldest brother, who himself died in a crash in 1988 when he ploughed into powerlines in San Antonio, Texas.
On the same day, it was reported that Saudi Arabia was making an appeal to be dropped from pending and future 911 lawsuits.
*Ground Zero was a bit of a scar, wasn’t it Clicky? And it was only yesterday that Thoughtful Man was showing me images of sCARification he’d just seen on Facebook page…*
*That’s right, Clicky! Scar is Simba’s evil uncle in ‘The Lion King‘… based on ‘Hamlet’, voiced by Jeremy Irons…*
*Of course, I spent quite a bit of time discussing the similarities between ‘Memento’ and ‘The Matrix’ with Hugo last year, Clicky…*
*Main does sound like Mane, Clicky, and Leo was the main character in ‘Memento’…*
But what of ‘Blackbushe‘ I hear you ask: Hugo specifically emphasized ‘Blackbushe’ in his comment. Well, that’s where ‘Pointless’ comes into the equation and yesterday’s episode featured an obvious black bush… can you see where it is yet? 😉
‘Pointless’ is the only TV show Thoughtful Man and I regularly watch. Obscure answers are best but a pointless one is the holy grail. Because he works on a Friday night, we watch the show in the wee small hours of Saturday morning, feasting on Maccy Ds whilst the children sleep soundly…
So before I’d read Hugo’s comment or even knew about the plane crash (Thoughtful Man told me about it when he got in, in the midst of the grease/brown paper prison-break from his bag laden arms), I watched Pointless, with a warm, oleaginous chin, and wondering about the bushy, blackness of contestant Ian’s facial hair…
I love the fact that ‘sidekick’ Richard Osman (a 6’7″ giant) has a laptop for a prop. He addresses the audience and particularly the fourth wall… he is the audience’s confident…
There was banter about the black, bushy beard… Apols, moustache…
I’m just going to focus on Ian in this shamble, though goodness knows the whole show is a syncfest 😉 The first round was ‘Beverages: Types of tea, coffees and herbal infusions from around the world’… this was the board, filled with my answers, shouted out between delicious beefy mouthfuls…
Ian was up first…
Flat… White..?
Luckily he survived to Round two or this shamble would end here, but partner Louise completely fucked up her answer to ‘Name a chemical element beginning with the the letters A through to M…’
Before poor Ian had a chance to answer, they were already eliminated from the show…
*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”. “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 RocketChemical 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. “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”.
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…
…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!
*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…
*I’m just thankful it was Little Sock and notLittle Boots, Clicky…*
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 …
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 …
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.
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 …
*Alright! Just show the photos please, and do stop smirking, I’ll narrate.*
Really, it very green … recycled racking …
… even the walls were utilised … plenty of space …
… we were even able to start putting recollections together …
… 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…
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 …
*Thank you, Click! Now would you like some bacon?*
Library of Libraries 