As a mark of respect, tomorrow I have been invited to join in two minutes' silence in remembrance of the Queen Mother. And this "invitation" is kind of compulsory, seeing as it's come from the owners of the building we work in.
The best bit, though, is the way they're going to mark the beginning and end of the two minutes. They're going to sound the fire alarm. The most irritating, high pitched, deafening, wailing siren you can imagine. I bet they can't stop it once they start it. They always have trouble handling it when they do the weekly tests and we all sit around wincing with our hands over our ears.
Maybe they're being ironic. I hope so.
The best bit, though, is the way they're going to mark the beginning and end of the two minutes. They're going to sound the fire alarm. The most irritating, high pitched, deafening, wailing siren you can imagine. I bet they can't stop it once they start it. They always have trouble handling it when they do the weekly tests and we all sit around wincing with our hands over our ears.
Maybe they're being ironic. I hope so.
As a mark of respect, tomorrow I have been invited to join in two minutes' silence in remembrance of the Queen Mother. And this "invitation" is kind of compulsory, seeing as it's come from the owners of the building we work in.
The best bit, though, is the way they're going to mark the beginning and end of the two minutes. They're going to sound the fire alarm. The most irritating, high pitched, deafening, wailing siren you can imagine. I bet they can't stop it once they start it. They always have trouble handling it when they do the weekly tests and we all sit around wincing with our hands over our ears.
Maybe they're being ironic. I hope so.
The best bit, though, is the way they're going to mark the beginning and end of the two minutes. They're going to sound the fire alarm. The most irritating, high pitched, deafening, wailing siren you can imagine. I bet they can't stop it once they start it. They always have trouble handling it when they do the weekly tests and we all sit around wincing with our hands over our ears.
Maybe they're being ironic. I hope so.
Corflu T Shirt
Mar. 24th, 2002 11:33 am
I wear black. Maybe the odd bit of white an some grey. Other colours now and then just to offset it a bit, but mostly black. Ask anyone what colour most of my clothing is and they'll say black if they've met me. I like black. At Corflu they had T shirts available to buy, just like pretty much any other convention tends to have. The reason I didn't buy one immediately is this: They are pink.Not strong "I am Barbie, hear me roar" type pink, more yer sort of "I think maybe that red sock shouldn't have been washed with the whites" kind of pink. Far from subtle and quite definitely pink.
As the convention wore on I decided that I'd like a memento (good film!) of the event and that it could be relegated to nightwear anyway. So I bought one. I believe it is the only pink item I own. It has a cool, non-cutesy picture on the front - a Steve Stiles image.
I've been wearing it as a nightshirt and having passed mirrors in my night attire from time to time I have been forced to face the horrific possibility that pink may actually quite suit me.
Once upon a time stamps were perforated sheets of gummed paper. They were perforated in order to let you pull them apart more easily before licking them.
Now many stamps come in the form of stickers which don't require licking or dampening to stick to envelopes. However, they are still the same shape with edges that give the impression of something that has been separated from a perforated sheet.
Why?
Now many stamps come in the form of stickers which don't require licking or dampening to stick to envelopes. However, they are still the same shape with edges that give the impression of something that has been separated from a perforated sheet.
Why?
I was at the station this morning (figures, it was a work day...) and as I wandered across the concourse I wondered what the music was. A crowd was gathering around the barriers that look down on the Eurostar part of the station so I mingled and took a look. Down below us was a small band playing amplified music to onlookers. Across from them there was a solitary cameraman filming a Marilyn Monroe look alike as she danced with a suited male and waved to onlookers. I presume they were promoting something but there was no indication as to what. My camera, as ever, was ready...