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Owy has sent me a text to say that he has taken out the work Christmas party “red faces” competition with a violin recital. You remember the violin, right?

He won with a perfect score, but found a more mixed response when he announced from the stage that his cash prize was being donated to the your rights at work campaign (the negative response being the pained cries of his friends who’d thought they could persuade him to put it on the bar).

heh

PS – blogging at work is fun and easy when your boss has had to go and have a quick nana nap

Not a staged photo.

Owy is a Virgo, btw.

Heh.

Somebody – certainly not Owen, my word no – has found that spray-on computer screen cleaner is 100% effective in removing not only grubby fingermarks from microfiche, but all the tiny carefully imprinted text as well.

“I just had a brilliant Prentiss McCabe moment where I realised that if the ALP just completely shuts up and says absolutely nothing between now and the next election, there is a chance that people will be sick of hearing about JH and hearing his voice, and a suprising landslide could actually take place, but unlikely.”

Are you online? Can you fucken go to the fucken site?

Can you tell them this shit at the beginning is SHIT? Why are they trying to sell it? We’re fucken watchin’ it? For fuck’s.

I mean, what’s with the ad for the show that you’re already watching?

The little guy is asleep, so no loud music. And when he is awake, no properly loud music (although he is quite tolerant of 70′s progressive jazz and is very fond of the Hooley Dooleys). So tomorrow, when he has his first long day in the day care centre, mummy is going to play SOME VERY LOUD MUSIC.

Right now, it’s the Dissociatives, but after that on the changer is the latest John Frusciante record, for the simple reason that it’s the 2nd best there is (the best is his last one, which I have heard approximately one million times). When I first started listening to his music, it was because O loved it. His solo records (Frusicante, not O) were quite frightening. Or, as my beloved Lisa would say, fridening. But you can ignore those, and just hook into the amazing and more accessible stuff. I recommend that you do.

The other day I bought a new handbag; a birthday present from my mum. She gave me the money as she is exceedingly generous but brutally unsentimental. (One year, at Christmas, she showed me proudly the piles of books that were our family’s Christmas presents. Instead of a gift tag she’d put a post it note with our name on it. That was OK, but she wanted me to tell her it was a really good idea as well and I just couldn’t manage that.)

Anyway, so I ripped all the stuffing out of this glamorous bag in the shop (olive leather, very square, can fit A4 documents + water bottle) and stuffed my old handbag in it. “There, ” I thought. “It fits.”