16 October 2001 I've decided to take it easy for a while, and write a post that's going to take ages to write. I'm not intending to say much. In fact, quite the contrary: I'm going to say very little, over a long period of time. You see, I *am*, after all, reading all your terribly lovely and quite delightfully *long* posts at the moment. I'm slowly absorbing a tone of voice, called a yawn, directly from a comfy armchair to which I shall return presently. Not a yawn of boredom, I hasten to add, but one of ... oh, I wish I had at my disposal a word in the same league as Cunning Andre's. But I shall settle for the slumbers of a nychthemeron, which is a whiny electronic Greek instrument that you can only use at night. Not. 17 October 2001 One day later and I'm already cheating and lying. It's still the 16th. 19 October 2001 'I'm always lying', after Epimenides, aside, this slow pace is really rather fine. Since last entry, I have done some tidying up, surfed the web for Bed & Breakfast establishments in Edinburgh, gone for a stroll, purchased three tins of wonton soup, watched a Ken Russell film about the composer Frederick Delius and have just screwed a plank of wood onto an old television stand after the fashion of a 1950's coffee table. It's amazing how much one can achieve in three days. I think I shall reward my efforts with a cup of Earl Grey and one of those chocolate coated digestives. 20; a Sunday I had a £1 all-day bus ticket on Saturday and toddled up to Barnton, to check out the place I've got to be at work tomorrow at 8:30am. (It is a grubby 3 storey block of late 60's / early 70's vintage and inside is a factory for twee little starter homes... kinda like the burgers of the housing market. Which might suggest to UK listees the name of the company.) Now, 08:30 is an ungodly hour by anyone's standards but when you live two and a half hours away it seems hardly worth bothering going to bed. Only a month's contract though, so I suppose it's a bit like working on an oil-rig minus the big pay cheque, the risk and the North Sea. And shore leave, speaking of which I also visited a big new box known as the Leith Ocean Terminal. I stood on a balcony, gazing past the old Royal Yacht *Britannia* and a French navy frigate, to see if I could see the Dundee Picnic, but the Kingdom of Fife got in the way. I turned around and wandered into a multiplex instead. KYsuperglue. Ouch. American Pie II has arrived. What is it with dogs on covers these days? First, Mr.Miller directs us to this: http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B00005OM55.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg and now the Mull Historical Society comes out with this: http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B00005QD2N.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg is it the same dog? The first Scottish canine supermodel? Mmm... I think Sunnyset's Belle is better. In fact, I might start a 'Belle is Better' campaign. 24 October Now if I were really working hard I'd have devised both a dreem indie fitba' teem and offered to take part in the mistery mixtape competition. I'm not doing the former cos I can't be bothered to work out the rules of football and I don't know much about indie bands which brings me to the latter, as I'd only go adding Raymond Scott's 1962 vintage electronic advertising jingle for the Baltimore Gas & Electric Co. again. Either that or the Hostess Twinkies one of the following year, which clocks in at only 32 seconds so might be less painful. So I made up my own wee competition. Actually, it's more of a cheesy radio show give-away, but same difference. So, the Saracen's Head 'polo' shirt goes to the first person to send their address to: sybarite@working-hard.co.uk Of course, you'll have to prove you can play polo first. Or at least swallow one. 27 October "Furthermore, the character of Twinkie The Kid is a thoroughly adult character who engages only in mature activities not in any way recommended for children, such as law enforcement and rodeo theatrics. Twinkies are as safe and socially responsible as they are delicious." [http://www.geocities.com/CollegePark/6174/jokes/hostess-market-unhealthy-twi...] EAT SPAM! Slightly Pervy 'Adult' Mail. I'm re-subscribing on a new E-mail address cos I'm getting fed up with all the junk mail received at this one, which I'm shutting down lock, stock and tinned, without the ring-pull. And easy on the onions. 28; a Sunday I've had a relapse, and made the whole of the last week up. It must have been one of these weird dreams like you get when you eat Stilton before going to bed. Time for lunch (dead fish from France floating in hot water with bits added from a plastic packet in the freezer) Bouillabasse. *basiers voles* sings Viktor Lazlo** (a cool jazzy band from... not France but, like Jaques Brel and Vanessa Paridis and Poirot and TinTin(nabulation?), from Belgium), and also the title of the film 'Stollen Kisses' by Francois Truffle, which is all about two women and a German cake recipie [1/4 oz Yeast (dried), active 1 package 3/4c Water, warm 1/2 c Sugar, granulated 3 lg Eggs, a tricycle, one spatula, a large farmhouse table... ]. Gordon ** "One day I met the beautiful and exotic girl Sonja in the nightclub "Le Mirano" in Brussels. She wore a mini-skirt and had really long legs and a beautiful ass. I asked her if the quality of her legs corresponded with that of her vocal abilities. She said fuck off. In the end she finally did do backing vocals for Lou & the Hollywood Bananas. In one take! 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