Wrong ends

The book is read
Now seeing the film, I rest.
And it's clear in my head
That paper is best.
Why do film producers think
(not think generally)
that they can change the ending
and many facts
and get away with it
maybe they wanted to make it more palatable.
Da Vinci

I've also made my predictions for the world cup,
having scored each of the matches.
England don't win,
in my version
maybe I can change the end of that too.

Cream always rises to the top
big heavy weights always sink
maybe without trace
so why do they
the politicians
think they can get away with it.

Evenings get good light
Like this one over the river at Southwold
How can the blue sky turn so red?

Evenings also mean good meals
In the Bell, with a couple of pints
Of local Adnams.

Evenings could mean snug and sound
In the house, or cinema, or whatever.
But could also mean freezing on the campsite
in the rain, and wind, and noise of screaming kids.
On the other hand, could mean BBQ in the late evening sunshine, sat outside the tent, with chat and book and cards and wine.
Fortunately, on this occasion, it was the latter.

Now home and catching up on big brovver.

Today is Thursday
Thursday is cool
Cool is going camping
Camping is crazy
Crazy is weather
Weather is meant to be predictable
predictable is Stevie
Stevie is tired and sweaty
Sweaty is result of exercise or stress
Stress doesn't effect me
Me must have exercised and lost
Lost is boring
Boring is living in BB house
House is warm and comfortable
comfortable is cool
Cool turns into cold
Cold is camping
Camping is mad
Mad is me
Me going camping!


I have no idea!

I love these things:
Proper beer in a ramblers pub, in the lake district, after a long walk.
Sitting on a deserted, sunny beach, watching the waves roll in.
Listening to loud classical music, with a good glass of Rioja.
Reading a good book, sat in the sun, maybe in the garden, with my cat purring sat on my old lap.

So does that mean heaven is going to be like this for me? I think perhaps not. Heaven probably isn't just a collection of all the best bits of my life.

Amazing Grace - the hymn - has a line: When we've been there 10,000 years, bright shining as the sun, we've no less days to sing God's praise, than when we first begun.
Possibly a little scary - not another 10,000! I complain when I sing the same chorus for 10 minutes!

Actually, I'm told John Newton didn't write this verse, rather he wrote: The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, the sun forbear to shine; but God, who called me here below, will be forever mine.

So what is it going to be like? Heaven.

I've no idea. Sorry.
I don't think I'm alone in this.
Check out this verse from the Bible: No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.

Questions of life

So, Big brother
A window into other people sad lives
or a mirror ?

So, the weather; Spring, Summer, Autumn
or Winter ?

So, a lovely bigger, fatter big Mac
or a culinary disgrace?

So, should politicians pedal happiness
or should they get on with ruining (whoops running )the country?

So, will England win the world cup
or will England win the world cup?

Had a sing
These good folk put on a fine concert tonight.

It looked like rain
And the floodgates opened again.
Then there was a rainbow, somewhere
But smoke got in our eyes and hair.
But we did like to be beside sea
Having a cup of tea
For two
Thank you.

Means the start of weekend. Yeah, so it's a little early, but so what. I got thrashed at squash and had to recoup with a beer or so. Today is the start of Big Bro 2006 . Just seen the first 4 go in, what a bunch of weird people they are. But you know what - I'm going to watch the next hour as well. Good job we have some adverts so I can go and make coffee, visit the loo, etc.

I reckon my squash is definitely getting better - but it's hard work. 'Coach' keeps telling me what I'm doing wrong- I don't like people telling me what I'm doing wrong. But you know what, it's helping.

Just read a book in the last couple of days. Set in an Indian call centre. I learned a lot from that too. About how young Indian call centre agents think and feel about their lives (or rather, how the author thinks they might think and feel). Really very good.

Next 4 contestants. Rubbish. Still watching.

Grammer at school

So I've got though! Monday! I must admit, generally it's not. My best day of the week? Especially, after a busy weekend which was good fun - you've probably seen the bluebells - and probably didn't hear. Our potential new preacher who was great but back. To Monday. In the office. Having to concentrate and having to think? About who! Said "what" to Who and Can. We afford this. And that and the other - will he or she mind? And have I done this? For him? Or Herbut. There are some good bits. About Mondays that would be seeing. The Colleagues that you like also. There's only four days to go. Before the next weekend when you've got though. The Dreaded Day!

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so I've got though monday I must admit generally it's not my best day of the week especially after a busy weekend which was good fun you've probably seen the bluebells and probably didn't hear our potential new preacher who was great but back to monday in the office having to concentrate and having to think about who said what to who and can we afford this and that and the other will he or she mind and have I done this for him or her but there are some good bits about mondays that would be seeing the colleagues that you like also there's only four days to go before the next weekend when you've got though the dreaded day

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So, I've got though Monday. I must admit, generally, it's not my best day of the week. Especially after a busy weekend - which was good fun! You've probably seen the bluebells and, probably didn't hear our potential new preacher, who was great! But back to Monday; in the office having to concentrate and having to think. About who said what to who; and can we afford this and that; and the other. Will he or she mind? And have I done this for him or her. But there are some good bits about Mondays. That would be seeing the colleagues that you like. Also there's only four days to go before the next weekend, when you've got though the dreaded day.

Apologies Mr Wordsworth

I wandered lonely through this maze
That twists and turns like favourite tales,
When all at once I spied blue haze,
A host, of swaying, fragrant bells;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

An 'e' world

I've talked a bit about the e revolution before. E-commerce, e-gaming, e-entertainment e-etc etc.
I had an example yesterday of what a huge difference an 'e' makes.

Imagine the scene; someone I work with (let's call them Jane) did a fantastic summary of an issue for me which I wanted to pass on to some senior executives. So I forwarded Jane's email, adding a little comment above it which went something like this.

"Jane's note summarized this issue very accurately......."

Except, I left out an 'e', which made all the difference:

"Jane's not summarized this issue very accurately........"

After a while, she saw the fun e side of it.
I think I'll stick to e-commerce though!

Eat it first

I've just eaten a big bag of pistachio nuts
What a pig.

But they were rather good.

Here's a big pig by Roalk Dahl:

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice
"To sell at a tremendous price!
"They want my tender juicy chops
"To put in all the butcher's shops!
"They want my pork to make a roast
"And that's the part'll cost the most!
"They want my sausages in strings!
"They even want my chitterlings!
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
"That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor.
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch
"That he might have me for his lunch.
"And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."

Three Disasters

Does no one remember all those years of Tory rule. They practically wrecked the country.
So, why have people got such short memories.
New Labour may not all be sweet smelling red roses (I dread to think what Prescot smells like) but at least they've put us back on track, and navigated us through a rapidly changing world of e, of terrorism, of world recessions etc, etc.

And talking of disasters, the film on BBC at the weekend about Krakatau was fantastic - if not a little bit scary. The 40 metre wave and the huge rush of red hot ash. How little we knew just 100 years ago. I wonder how little we still know

And still talking of disasters, the foot on my little stone frog in the garden fell off - I assume it was the cold weather or frost, which may or may not be a remnant of the Krakatau explosion 100 years ago.

Four : Three

It was close
But they did it
Well done the boys from NCBC

More exciting than Carrow Road,
Stamford Bridge

Wireless Internet

Got home from work
(which I struggled with today....missing something or rather someone)
Sat outside in the evening sunshine
On deckchair
Which I just rescued from the back of the garage
On the laptop (also rescued a few spiders and removed a few cobwebs)
Writing this
blah, blah, etc.

Whoever invented wireless internet access was a star

But I guess I wont be able to do this tomorrow
Becauase I don't have a waterproof laptop.
Someone should invent one of them....
It's going to rain!

Coded Messages

Call me queer if you like, but just for today I am very English.
So allow me to fill you in: the weather today's was great.
Warm, sunny, shirt sleeves type weather.
And where do you think I was?
Yep, that's correct,
Stuck in an office.

I did manage to get out for a while this afternoon to meet a gent from Customs and Excise - and so now I know about 1000% more about VAT than I did 24 hours ago.

I also nipped out to buy a birthday card. But what to get someone who is so much older than me, lives in a different country and probably doesn't get my sense of humour. So, I bought two and will let the family decide. Let me know if you like it! It will probably be late as I forgot to buy a stamp. Maybe I should just send an e-mail greeting instead? It will probably stay in an in-box longer than on the mantelpiece.

Talking of coded messages, did you read the stuff about copyright and the De Vince Code. And the judges final statement? Amazing.

Tomorrow I play the Squash coach again, looking forward to getting a few more than the zero points I got last time.

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