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
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?

