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Friday, March 30, 2007

This is going to be the year of Gigs. Last night we went to see Tinariwen at The Arches. Awesome, absolutely awesome. They have a sound that is just incredible, a look that almost requires a Kalashnikov as a fashion accessory. But its the sound most of all, a sweeping curling guitar blues with just a hint of desert. A beat that hypnotically calls the audience to sway in unison. A piercing ululating that brings a song to a frenzied crescendo. This was so good.

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Stick with me, this might get confusing. I received 5 emails from a guy at work today, none of which he needed to send at all if he had only read an earlier email properly. This guy though used to be called Captain Chaos by our team, but after a number of years dealing with him on and off he has swiftly risen up through the ranks to become in turn, Major Catastrophy, General Mayhem and yesterday briefly Field Marshall Fuck-Up.

It started with an email from our solicitor to him that I was copied into asking for a copy of a lease that another dept. was sending to him by internal mail as they only had a hard copy. He was advised that this was happening by email by the person sending it. Our solicitor asked him to send a copy by fax to her as she was dealing with this. He replied in an incredibly spartan (for him) email, that I was dealing with this. I then sent him an email advising that I was, however as the lease was being sent to him, could he fax it to the solicitor. He replied saying that he would send it to me when it arrived. Solicitor emails him asking him to fax it to her, rather than wait for it going to him, him sending it to me and me sending it to the solicitor by internal mail to three locations across the city. He then replies that he didn't realise it wasn't an electronic version and agrees to fax it across to the solicitor on arrival. He then copies us all into an email to the person who had sent him the lease, asking him to send him the lease and by this time, I have overcome the frustration to become a large bundle of hysterical laughter tears streaming down my face. Moments later the final email arrived: "Leased Faxed to Solicitor 11:08 am." I was disappointed that it didn't conclude with "Mission Accomplished"

I said earlier he briefly became Field Marshall Fuck-Up because after today he has reached the zenith of his career and shall henceforth be known as the 5th Horseman of the Apocalypse. Everything he touches turns to shite.

Labels: Gigs

posted by timesnewroman at 6:09 AM

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Monday, March 19, 2007

The black remains for a day or two

Even the weather was shit. I expected some ribbing today at work, they were gentle for the most part. Then this afternoon I went into the tearoom to get some water and there's a woman there I've never clapped eyes on before. She's looking at the paper and asks me "Did Hibs win the Cup yesterday?" " I in turn ask her who put her up to asking me that question. I explain that in a workplace with about 300 people I'm probably the only Kilmarnock fan and she has to ask me! She apologises and tells me that she wasn't put up to it at all and that as a Welsh rugby fan she can commiserate with me.

Labels: I hate football

posted by timesnewroman at 6:11 PM

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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Grand Day Out

At least we had Tapas and beer for lunch other than that, it wasn't a good day. Except for the half time kids teams running from the centre spot to shoot at keeper. Young Killie lad never let a ball past him. There's hope for the future!

Oh did I mention we were outplayed by a far better team on the day!

Labels: bad bad bad

posted by timesnewroman at 7:27 PM

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Five things tagged

Damn, tagged by a Spanish Spy! Dark secrets he wants, dark secrets! Is suspect this is how Spanish spies gather information. I'll have to be careful and not reveal too much then.

1. My first job was as a trainee carpet salesman. I lasted 2 weeks, and was told I'd have to get my hair cut,(it was shoulder length) or find another job. I went out that lunchtime and found one as an apprentice electrician. I can't remember if I ever actually sold a carpet.

2. I used to be a member of the Resolutionary Socialist League which didn't exist, it was really just the Militant Tendency. That was when I was young and naive.

3. I once saw Adam Faith in the Hotel Inglaterra in Havana. I said to my friends "That guy looks like Adam Faith" They all said don't be daft what would Adam Faith be doing in a hotel in Cuba. When we got back home one of my friends phoned me to say he was watching a holiday programme with Adam Faith in Cuba.

4. When I was 14 I went to Glasgow with Dean Adamson. We stopped a man in the street and asked him how to get to Sauchiehall Street. He burst out laughing and instead of telling us, he stopped everyone else around telling them that these boys were looking for Sauchiehall Street. Humiliated in my first trip to the big city without adult accompaniment.

5. I once, briefly played in a band called In Prague with Reidski. Our solitary gig was as support to the Trashcan Sinatras, whose then drummer played for us. I use the term support loosely, We were first of about 8 bands. I broke a string in the first song.

So now who to tag? Let's see if Steve's up to it, and Jane and Gordon and Pam and Paul. There Tagged.

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I am going out soon wearing my lucky pants and carrying a camera. It'll end in tears one way or another.

Labels: tagged

posted by timesnewroman at 10:21 AM

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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Its going to be a Fine Day*

*Rolf Harris

Labels: tickets

posted by timesnewroman at 7:17 AM

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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Anticipation

Decent crowd at Rugby Park today, almost 8,000 against Inverness Caley Thistle who brought very few fans with them at all. Perhaps the anticipation of next week's CIS Scottish Cup Final is responsible. The team is announced sadly to include stand in keeper Smith who frankly is not very good. Actually that's an understatement he's fucking shit and he's done it again, only this time he not only gives Caley a goal of a start, he waits until the outfield players play their socks off to go in 3 - 1 up at half time, before gifting a goal at the outset of the second half by standing in one spot at a corner. He's a liability and I sincerely hope that either Combe is back for the final next week or we are fucked.

Still at the end of the day we're probably safe in the top 6 and have a fabulous ditty by no less a star than this man to sing next week at Hampden!

Labels: Kilmarnock keeper Smith is a chube

posted by timesnewroman at 5:40 PM

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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Information Overload

Bear with me, this is going to get complicated. Its 8:00pm last night thewife's upstairs in the bath and I'm watching Liverpool and Barca and the phone rings. I can't find the phone, its wireless and thewife used it last. By the time I track it down in the kitchen the caller has rung off. I do the 1471 bit and its Lady El so I call back, but it rings out and then the answering machine cuts in and I leave a message. A few minutes later mumsy is on the phone, she says that someone had phoned her to say that a window had been broken in our house and someone had been trying to get in. She had phoned Lady El looking for us, although we were in fact in. She couldn't say who called. At this point Lady El arrives at the door, practically with flashing blue light to say that mumsy had called her about our window having been broken and she thought she'd better come round to check. I'm confused as fuck by this point. I decide to go round to check mumsy's 1471 to see if I can find out who called her. I check the number and clock recognition. Its our number that phoned at 6:15. This is correct I remember thewife calling her to remind her to take medication. Mumsy is fine, had her dinner and her medication so reckon she's perhaps fallen a sleep and had a really vivid dream or something.

thewife is round at mumsy's today and notices that mumsy's downstair neighbour is out fixing a broken window. She asks him about it and relates the mumsy tale. He bursts out laughing. His window was apparently broken by someone attempting to enter lockfast premises as they say. He had called the police who made enquiries of the neighbours. Including mumsy. There was no phone call it was a young policemen who had spoken to her about the event. It wasn't our house it was her neighbour's. Apart form that she's not lost it completely.

Labels: Aaarghh

posted by timesnewroman at 5:56 PM

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Monday, March 05, 2007

Aye Right

Taking the piss methinks.

Labels: Aaarghh

posted by timesnewroman at 7:37 PM

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Last night we went to see Tinariwen at The Arches. Awesome, absolutely awesome. They have a sound that is just incredible, a look that almost requires a Kalashnikov as a fashion accessory. But its the sound most of all, a sweeping curling guitar blues with just a hint of desert. A beat that hypnotically calls the audience to sway in unison. A piercing ululating that brings a song to a frenzied crescendo. This was so good. ______________________________________________________________________ Stick with me, this might get confusing. I received 5 emails from a guy at work today, none of which he needed to send at all if he had only read an earlier email properly. This guy though used to be called Captain Chaos by our team, but after a number of years dealing with him on and off he has swiftly risen up through the ranks to become in turn, Major Catastrophy, General Mayhem and yesterday briefly Field Marshall Fuck-Up. It started with an email from our solicitor to him that I was copied into asking for a copy of a lease that another dept. was sending to him by internal mail as they only had a hard copy. He was advised that this was happening by email by the person sending it. Our solicitor asked him to send a copy by fax to her as she was dealing with this. He replied in an incredibly spartan (for him) email, that I was dealing with this. I then sent him an email advising that I was, however as the lease was being sent to him, could he fax it to the solicitor. He replied saying that he would send it to me when it arrived. Solicitor emails him asking him to fax it to her, rather than wait for it going to him, him sending it to me and me sending it to the solicitor by internal mail to three locations across the city. He then replies that he didn't realise it wasn't an electronic version and agrees to fax it across to the solicitor on arrival. He then copies us all into an email to the person who had sent him the lease, asking him to send him the lease and by this time, I have overcome the frustration to become a large bundle of hysterical laughter tears streaming down my face. Moments later the final email arrived: "Leased Faxed to Solicitor 11:08 am." I was disappointed that it didn't conclude with "Mission Accomplished" I said earlier he briefly became Field Marshall Fuck-Up because after today he has reached the zenith of his career and shall henceforth be known as the 5th Horseman of the Apocalypse. Everything he touches turns to shite. Labels: Gigs posted by timesnewroman at 6:09 AM 0 comments Monday, March 19, 2007 The black remains for a day or two Even the weather was shit. I expected some ribbing today at work, they were gentle for the most part. Then this afternoon I went into the tearoom to get some water and there's a woman there I've never clapped eyes on before. She's looking at the paper and asks me "Did Hibs win the Cup yesterday?" " I in turn ask her who put her up to asking me that question. I explain that in a workplace with about 300 people I'm probably the only Kilmarnock fan and she has to ask me! She apologises and tells me that she wasn't put up to it at all and that as a Welsh rugby fan she can commiserate with me. Labels: I hate football posted by timesnewroman at 6:11 PM 1 comments Sunday, March 18, 2007 Grand Day Out At least we had Tapas and beer for lunch other than that, it wasn't a good day. Except for the half time kids teams running from the centre spot to shoot at keeper. Young Killie lad never let a ball past him. There's hope for the future! Oh did I mention we were outplayed by a far better team on the day! Labels: bad bad bad posted by timesnewroman at 7:27 PM 1 comments Five things tagged Damn, tagged by a Spanish Spy! Dark secrets he wants, dark secrets! Is suspect this is how Spanish spies gather information. I'll have to be careful and not reveal too much then. 1. My first job was as a trainee carpet salesman. I lasted 2 weeks, and was told I'd have to get my hair cut,(it was shoulder length) or find another job. I went out that lunchtime and found one as an apprentice electrician. I can't remember if I ever actually sold a carpet. 2. I used to be a member of the Resolutionary Socialist League which didn't exist, it was really just the Militant Tendency. That was when I was young and naive. 3. I once saw Adam Faith in the Hotel Inglaterra in Havana. I said to my friends "That guy looks like Adam Faith" They all said don't be daft what would Adam Faith be doing in a hotel in Cuba. When we got back home one of my friends phoned me to say he was watching a holiday programme with Adam Faith in Cuba. 4. When I was 14 I went to Glasgow with Dean Adamson. We stopped a man in the street and asked him how to get to Sauchiehall Street. He burst out laughing and instead of telling us, he stopped everyone else around telling them that these boys were looking for Sauchiehall Street. Humiliated in my first trip to the big city without adult accompaniment. 5. I once, briefly played in a band called In Prague with Reidski. Our solitary gig was as support to the Trashcan Sinatras, whose then drummer played for us. I use the term support loosely, We were first of about 8 bands. I broke a string in the first song. So now who to tag? Let's see if Steve's up to it, and Jane and Gordon and Pam and Paul. There Tagged. ______________________________________________________________________ I am going out soon wearing my lucky pants and carrying a camera. It'll end in tears one way or another. Labels: tagged posted by timesnewroman at 10:21 AM 4 comments Wednesday, March 14, 2007 Its going to be a Fine Day* *Rolf Harris Labels: tickets posted by timesnewroman at 7:17 AM 2 comments Saturday, March 10, 2007 Anticipation Decent crowd at Rugby Park today, almost 8,000 against Inverness Caley Thistle who brought very few fans with them at all. Perhaps the anticipation of next week's CIS Scottish Cup Final is responsible. The team is announced sadly to include stand in keeper Smith who frankly is not very good. Actually that's an understatement he's fucking shit and he's done it again, only this time he not only gives Caley a goal of a start, he waits until the outfield players play their socks off to go in 3 - 1 up at half time, before gifting a goal at the outset of the second half by standing in one spot at a corner. He's a liability and I sincerely hope that either Combe is back for the final next week or we are fucked. Still at the end of the day we're probably safe in the top 6 and have a fabulous ditty by no less a star than this man to sing next week at Hampden! Labels: Kilmarnock keeper Smith is a chube posted by timesnewroman at 5:40 PM 0 comments Wednesday, March 07, 2007 Information Overload Bear with me, this is going to get complicated. Its 8:00pm last night thewife's upstairs in the bath and I'm watching Liverpool and Barca and the phone rings. I can't find the phone, its wireless and thewife used it last. By the time I track it down in the kitchen the caller has rung off. I do the 1471 bit and its Lady El so I call back, but it rings out and then the answering machine cuts in and I leave a message. A few minutes later mumsy is on the phone, she says that someone had phoned her to say that a window had been broken in our house and someone had been trying to get in. She had phoned Lady El looking for us, although we were in fact in. She couldn't say who called. At this point Lady El arrives at the door, practically with flashing blue light to say that mumsy had called her about our window having been broken and she thought she'd better come round to check. I'm confused as fuck by this point. I decide to go round to check mumsy's 1471 to see if I can find out who called her. I check the number and clock recognition. Its our number that phoned at 6:15. This is correct I remember thewife calling her to remind her to take medication. Mumsy is fine, had her dinner and her medication so reckon she's perhaps fallen a sleep and had a really vivid dream or something. thewife is round at mumsy's today and notices that mumsy's downstair neighbour is out fixing a broken window. She asks him about it and relates the mumsy tale. He bursts out laughing. His window was apparently broken by someone attempting to enter lockfast premises as they say. He had called the police who made enquiries of the neighbours. Including mumsy. There was no phone call it was a young policemen who had spoken to her about the event. It wasn't our house it was her neighbour's. Apart form that she's not lost it completely. Labels: Aaarghh posted by timesnewroman at 5:56 PM 1 comments Monday, March 05, 2007 Aye Right Taking the piss methinks. Labels: Aaarghh posted by timesnewroman at 7:37 PM 1 comments