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29 October 2003

:: All Shook Up ::

Well it's all been happening... What with the play and stuff, I've hardly had a moment to think about my dwindling readership. The production went well - I was happy with it, or rather I would have been if one of the actresses hadn't decided to insert the line "I need to shave my minge" on the last night. Audible gasps were heard from the seemingly unflappable audience. Predictably enough, we partied on late into the night and turned up rather the worse for wear at the theatre at 10 the following day to strike the set. As soon as I got home Little Miss Sparkles texted me to say that she was in town and would I meet her for a drink. Blergh! Well I did, but was a bit more restrained than the previous night...

Foreseeing my sorry state on Monday morning, I'd already booked the day off and thus avoided a someone's-sat on-my-head-and-shat-in-my-mouth day at work (I refer you to Hypatia post of October 23rd). So, what might my day off portend? Cleaning? Washing? Groaning in front of Des & Mel? I think not! Lunch at Freud with Jude beckoned accompanied by a brace of cocktails. Sometimes a boy just can't say no. Last night's drinking was a relaxed affair by comparison - went and did a pub quiz with a colleague. we came second (by half a point!) and won a free round and a fiver each. Better than a slap in the face with a wet kipper, I suppose.

But seriously, I'm not going to have a drink tonight. Really. It's time I tidied my room - at least I've got some friends to help me:

CrazyMum says'...Dr Who-oover, innit?' I'm sure he's right.

In case you were worried about my lack of commitment to current affairs beyond Devukha Dungeon, I have to say this whole thing about IDS is .......zzzzzzz
Erm, I seem to have drifted off. E4 is asking viewers to find a wifey for Wills. I can't comment except to wonder if, having exhausted the possibilities of Reality Tv, TV producers are now moving on to Surreality TV...

And finally (in the conclusive sense of the word). I present you with a few Engrish gems discovered during the course of a day at work:

A couple of airlines with their respective slogans:

~ from India: Air Sahara - Emotionally Yours
~ from indonesia: Lion Air - We Make People Fly

The following come from the publicity material of the latter company. They appear to be written by an extremely enthusiastic, yet not very proficient writer of English. He must have had access to a pretty decent phrasebook:

Meanwhile, Indonesian economy still immobile from messy during five years on caused by monetary crisis since the middle of 1997...

...since its first flight, Lion Air has been shifting entire aura of air transportation, and furthermore creates a reconfigure phase for whole sectors of national transportation toward efficient business. In the long run, Lion Air step forward as a phenomenon. It gives most attractiveness for everyone’s unprecedented with aircraft to fly throughout archipelago, and then to the regional air transportation.


So that's settled that then.

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