Who Noob Tales: The Tramp & The Little Blue Box

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*Ugh, ghastly biscuits, Clicky… /sticks out tongue in disgust… The smell was bad enough, passing the the Peeky Freaky factory twice a day… /flicks lighter… Snot my taste. Not like the custard cream days… /lights up… I dawdled passed the factory on those days…*

This week, Dear Reader, I have been introducing Cade to Doctor Who. He’s a Who Noob…

*Knot anymore he ain’t, Clicky… /snickers…*

… And last night I also introduced him to the the Noble Donna…

*Martha was the night before, Clicky… /drags… And Rose and Captain Jack at the weekend… /streams smoke…*

Cade and Roob Partners in Crime Chat 1Cade and Roob Partners in Crime Chat 2Cade and Roob Partners in Crime Chat 3Cade and Roob Partners in Crime Chat 4

*No River Song is tonight, Clicky… /puffs contentedly…*

“If you ever see a little blue box, flying up in the sky, you shout for me Gramps.”

Thoughtful Man and I had a blue box experience today, Dear Reader…

Mayfair Warning

*/puffs angrily… Is there nuffin the bint won’t do to get out of Brexit, Clicky? /flicks ash… Don’t answer…*

Because I work on the 13th floor of the Tower, and because I have to take at least 20 minutes for lunch for my ‘health and safety’ – my time is flexible; I can bank the rest –  I take one cigarette to work with me each day. Carried in a salvaged, old-style box. Today’s was a Mayfair box…

“You’ll never guess what happened at lunch today,” I told Thoughtful Man, shrugging off my coat, after he’d brought me home from work. He’s thoughtful like that. “I gave my cigarette to a tramp.”

Thoughtful Man squinted hard, the way he does when I mention I’ve given something away. Or interacted with tramps. I have form…

another tramp story

*That’s another story, Clicky… /final drag… Now don’t interrupt… /stubs butt… I’m tryin’ to fiction-all-lies an actual factual happening… /blows smoke rings…*

“Why?” he asked bluntly.

“Because she asked me for it,” I said innocently, slipping out of my work shoes and rolling down my tights. The first thing I do when I get home is strip off my work clothes. The change from formal to informal is one of the little pleasures I take from my day.

Thoughtful Man’s squint soften slightly. “She?”

“Yes. I saw her in the lobby of Tower as I was going out to smoke. Didn’t think anything of it ‘cos we get all sorts coming in everyday,” I said, pulled my dress up over my head. “Anyway, I went and sat in my usual place on the window ledge, round the side of the building. It’s less windy.”

Thoughtful Man was silent but I just knew what he was thinking…

spaced skip to the end

*I’ll get there, if you stop interrupting me! …/huffs…*

I pulled on some jogging bottoms and Thoughtful Man’s old, raggedy sweatshirt. “And I’d nearly finished smoking my cigarette, when the lady tramp ambles round the corner. She was holding up a bottle of perfume.”

“Perfume?” Thoughtful Man interrupted me. “Like she was going to mace you?”

“Yeah. Do you know her?”

Thoughtful Man sighed; he encounters all sorts every day too driving his taxi round the mean streets of our town. “She’s completely fucking mad. I saw her today as well, when I was standing on the rank.”

I plonked myself in my Library chair and lit up a cigarette. “She didn’t spray me or anything. She asked me for a cigarette. I only had the one and I’d nearly finished smoking it. I said ‘Sorry’ and showed her the empty Mayfair box.”

“What did she say?”

I grabbed our small dog, who’d been buzzing round my feet, trying to lick my ankles. “She asked me for the one I was smoking. So I gave it to her.” I ruffed Poppy’s floppy ears and she gave me a smelly, wet, licky kiss in return. “And then she asked me for the empty packet.”

Thoughtful Man stiffened. “Did you give it to her?”

“Well yeah. I’ve got other empty boxes saved.” Oh how I hate the god-awful plain packaging government has foisted on us.

Poppy jumped off my lap and trotted over to Thoughtful Man, who picked her up for a tummy tickle. “I must have seen her after you did because, when she walked past me, she threw an empty Mayfair box at my feet.”

“Really?” I asked with a squint. I didn’t know whether to be amazed at her aim or annoyed that she’d dumped my little, blue box. “Did you pick it up?”

“No.” Thoughtful Man looked aghast. “She’d screwed it up.”

“Damn!”

rabbiting on

*Shit! …/clocks time… I’ve got a double-bill planned for Cade tonight. We’d better finish up, Clicky… /pats snout… Still, no work tomorrow, eh? Come on flexible time!*

Got to go, Dear Reader… Have a Song…

Anatomy Of A Hat Trick

Shiny put a wonderful new post up at The Lab yesterday, Dear Reader…

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*I laughed when I saw that image, Clicky… So syncy…*

The evening before, when I got home from work… No. I’ll go back to a couple of nights before that… Legs posted a Song in Twitter DMs…

Legs Funny As Fuck DM in the week

So on Friday, after I got home from work, Cade, who is 6 hours behind me in Text us, made contact…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 1

You’ll notice mention of…

hackmann

*Yes, there is a ‘pork pie’ hat, Clicky, butt this post is about a Fed Ora…*

… Indiana. Shiny mentions Indiana Jones in his ‘Doctor Doctor’ post and… Well, let’s continue shall we?

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 2

*’You get used to the fact that everyone knows your name’… /smiles… And yes, ‘rabbit’ is a hat trick… It’s also to talk a lot, Clicky… /squints… Like what you’re doing right now, so…/zip lips motion…*

I then sent Cade an article from Zero Hedge that I’d just read, about how some people are coping with the petrol shortages in Texas…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 3

*Ha! An unexpected appearance of 666… Whilst conversing with Apollyon might put the willies up people, Clicky… Even if he is an Okie one…*

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 4

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*I seem to remember him mentioning his small penis a couple of times before… Not that there’s anything wrong with that… /shrugs… Less of a mouthful, innit? …/innocent face… Lack of gag…*

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 5

*VIP HONE…? Kinda a reminds me of Song Korben Dallas posted at Merovee yesterday… Deft Ones…*

In the ‘0-Eggs’ article was a video clip that I hadn’t watched. So I went back to view it…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 6

… Dear Reader, by now I hope you’ve realised that I shamble a lot about smoking

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 7

…And words and pictures…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 8

Capno

capnography (n.) also (and originally) kapnography, “drawing by means of smoke” (or carbon deposited by a flame), 1871, from Greek kapnos “smoke” + -graphy. See “Art-Journal,” vol. x, p. 249. Related: Capnographickapnographic.

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*Yes a cap is a type of hat as well, Clicky, butt in regards to this cap, no…*

…Cap as in… ‘O Captain, My Captain‘…

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…Some Double Dutch because synchronicity is a bit of an ‘incomprehensible language’… Quite shambolic, actually…

Double Dutch nog = yet

… And some modern slang… For Da Yoof!

Raphy top definition

Of the two Urban Dictionary definitions given, Cade honed in on the one I hadn’t read…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 9

Raphy 2nd definition

Cade then mentioned a poem he’d written. He’s a musician and poet…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 10

 

… I sent him a Song and he replied with a film quote. Admittedly somewhat paraphrased…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 11

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…And I had a revelation about my own screen name: RooBeeDoo

… As Cade had mentioned a hi-hat getting a workout, I had an idea…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 12

*Shiny’s post is all about the new 13th Doctor…*

Dear Reader, if you’re at all interested in the language of ‘synchronicity’, and if you’ve read and explored Clicky’s links in this post, you are gonna love ‘The Fedora Chronicles – Indiana Jones Hat Discrepancies’…

fedora (n.) type of hat, 1887, American English, from “Fédora,” a popular play by Victorien Sardou (1831-1908) that opened 1882, in which the heroine, a Russian princess named Fédora Romanoff, originally was performed by Sarah Bernhardt. During the play, Bernhardt, a notorious cross-dresser, wore a center-creased, soft brimmed hat. Women’s-rights activists adopted the fashion. The proper name is Russian fem. of Fedor, from Greek Theodoros, literally “gift of god,” from theos “god” (from PIE root *dhes-, forming words for religious concepts) + doron “gift” (from PIE root *do- “to give”).

And have a Song 😀

 

 

The MEROVEE Experiment

Yesterday at The Lab, Korben Dallas mentioned a problem with posting on MEROVEE

The Lab Korben Dallas has a posting problem at Merovee

*Clicky did you hide the link to my response behind the image? Ah, yes, I see you did. Well, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink… or click for that matter …/titters 😉 *

So, problems with ‘in moderation’ comments disappearing from my screen. But who would believe me? I know, I thought, I could do an experiment and try to show what I’m seeing.

Now this is a Library not a Lab. Could be dangerous, but fortunately I carry my own PPE

PPE

I posted a reply to an overnight comment to me from DDNA on ‘Believe In Love’

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Five links were used (including one image and one Song). Normally this would be published straightaway but it went into ‘moderation’. As you can see, Frank’s reply to DDNA’s comment is directly above and Viktor’s is directly below.

I carried on doing other stuff and decided to go back later…

CLICKY: For a closer look ;)

GONE!

Not only that but a further comment to Frank went into ‘moderation’

Another merovee comment in moderation part 1

Another merovee comment in moderation part 2

Another merovee comment in moderation part 3

*Clicky, can I just say you’re being very good today restraining yourself for this experiment? Don’t answer, just keep it up 😀 *

I went back to look again and this comment, too, had disappeared…

CLICKY: Faithfully...

GONE!

So Korben Dallas, as you can see, it’s very possible that this is what could have happened to your comment on MEROVEE. No doubt they’ve slipped into ‘spam’. I’ll email Frank and we’ll find out 😉

Meanwhile have a Song…