Sunday, October 16, 2005

A shaggy dog story

I'd like to state that my absence from blogging has been entirely due to my being otherwise busy with an exciting array of events and activities, however that would be a lie. Like Reidski, I just couldn't be arsed. Its actually interesting to note that a lot of people who were around when I started blogging and finding other sites that I liked, have either stopped altogether like Ale Fan, who is now busy running a beer shop (Of course as soon as I put a link in I notice he's back in action again), or have become much less frequent bloggers, like Steve and Simon. Newer folks like Jane are prolific in their posting and I hope that like Alan, she keeps it up.

Our office building is a strange beast. Orginally built for the Co-op in the late 60s (and it looks like it was opened by those parisitic banjo pluckers from the house of windsor) its now edging closer to its own half century. Its been thoroughly revamped inside, but they have never been able to get the heating right. Regardless of season, its either far too hot or far too cold, depending where you are located. Having suffered the 80 degrees throughout Monday, I reckoned we should turn up on Wednesday dressed for the tropics. This motion was fully endorsed by those present and Hawaiian shirts were considered essential. As it happens, there is a gentleman from the Residential Child Care Team who has a collection of rather natty sarks, handmade from a few bales of very strange material he discovered in a factory closure. Essentially, they are the African Dictator Collection and really do have to be seen to be believed. That's why I am including a number of photographs, which don't do them justice.

jimty swelters

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The apprentice models the Murtala Mohammed Number

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making sure we get a seat in the tea room

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Washing up

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2 Extremes

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Word got around quickly as to what we were up to and folks came from far and wide to gape wide mouthed in awe and I think to listen to my collection of surf tunes featuring The Ventures, Dick Dale, the Chantays and a lot more to boot.

Imagine if you will, the man in the Parka, getting picked up by his wife from West Kilbride Railway station. He gets off the train and a wee boy with two dogs asks him if the train is going to Largs. He answers yes and the boy gets on the train with one of the dogs, the doors close before the other dog can get on the train. Its looking quite distraught and barking at the doors, so he opens them and lets it in. The train departs and he exits the station and meets his wife to whom he recounts the dog story. His wife explains that a small boy with a dog had asked for her assistance as he was being bothered by a big alsation that obviously had the hots for his "on heat" pooch. They had tried shooing it away but it obviously had continued to pester him. The boy probably though he was finally rid of it when he got on the train. Couldn't help but laugh at this, particularly the bit where man in parka phones Largs Police to advise them of the situation. Apparently the policewoman at the other end of the phone couldn't do anything for laughing.
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