...but you'll probably see the connection. No spoilers, natch, because I don't know any and am looking to keep it that way.
Yesterday, I went to London through torrential rain to the BBC Power to the People aftershow party. I'm lucky, actually, that I got there and back safely - all the stations round about were beginning to flood by this morning, and some of the Underground was closed. Of course, I got soaked a grand total of four times and was stuck at Crewe for hours anyway, but never mind, I'm home with six hours to spare.
Anyway! Yes, I went to London, had a coffee with Ben where we both bemoaned our complete lack of future plan, he went off to Oxford to start rehearsals for Xenu... and I went to the party. It was being held at a painfully hip wine bar called Strawberry Moons, off Regent's Street somewhere, with cocktails courtesy of the BBC, and met up with loads of people I knew, who were all pleased to see me, and after a few daquiris was feeling very well-disposed towards the world. (My boss wasn't there - she had her baby last week and is understandably tied up at present.)
So, one of the other runners asked me what I'd been up to since, and I said, the usual, university, bookshop work, nothing much, what about you? She said, sheepishly, that through a convoluted sequence of circumstances, had got to be interpreter for the president of Brazil.
"Oh, Lula!" I said, far too enthusiastically. Off her look, I explained that I live with a cheerfully patriotic Brazilian who tells me about her country's politics on a regular basis, and of course, how can you forget a name like "Lula"? It trips far too easily off the tongue.
"Do you know what it means?" she said.
I shook my head.
"Squid."
"Brazil," I said slowly, "is led by President Squid?"
"Yep."
And they say politics is dull.
(Actually, speaking of which, I note with interest that large amounts of Brown's Cabinet have admitted to smoking pot in their teenage years. Of the twenty-one members of said Cabinet, eight are Oxford PPEists. So is David Cameron. I am choosing to draw absolutely no connection between these three statements.)
Three hours before I have to be at work. Heee.
Yesterday, I went to London through torrential rain to the BBC Power to the People aftershow party. I'm lucky, actually, that I got there and back safely - all the stations round about were beginning to flood by this morning, and some of the Underground was closed. Of course, I got soaked a grand total of four times and was stuck at Crewe for hours anyway, but never mind, I'm home with six hours to spare.
Anyway! Yes, I went to London, had a coffee with Ben where we both bemoaned our complete lack of future plan, he went off to Oxford to start rehearsals for Xenu... and I went to the party. It was being held at a painfully hip wine bar called Strawberry Moons, off Regent's Street somewhere, with cocktails courtesy of the BBC, and met up with loads of people I knew, who were all pleased to see me, and after a few daquiris was feeling very well-disposed towards the world. (My boss wasn't there - she had her baby last week and is understandably tied up at present.)
So, one of the other runners asked me what I'd been up to since, and I said, the usual, university, bookshop work, nothing much, what about you? She said, sheepishly, that through a convoluted sequence of circumstances, had got to be interpreter for the president of Brazil.
"Oh, Lula!" I said, far too enthusiastically. Off her look, I explained that I live with a cheerfully patriotic Brazilian who tells me about her country's politics on a regular basis, and of course, how can you forget a name like "Lula"? It trips far too easily off the tongue.
"Do you know what it means?" she said.
I shook my head.
"Squid."
"Brazil," I said slowly, "is led by President Squid?"
"Yep."
And they say politics is dull.
(Actually, speaking of which, I note with interest that large amounts of Brown's Cabinet have admitted to smoking pot in their teenage years. Of the twenty-one members of said Cabinet, eight are Oxford PPEists. So is David Cameron. I am choosing to draw absolutely no connection between these three statements.)
Three hours before I have to be at work. Heee.
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on 2007-07-20 05:58 pm (UTC)And enjoy work! If you can, perhaps when not being rushed off your feet, maybe take some pictures of excellently dressed peoples?
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on 2007-07-20 06:28 pm (UTC)And of course I will. I hope people do dress up!
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on 2007-07-20 06:04 pm (UTC)Did you see Zoe Williams (http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,2130643,00.html)'s article? Oh, I love Zoe Williams.
Have fun at the party!
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on 2007-07-20 06:59 pm (UTC)Reinstating cannabis as a class B would also going to cause problems and alienate the young electorate. I think it's fairly safe to say that most young people have either smoked weed or know someone who has smoked weed, and while there is some medical evidence that it can cause/enhance psychotic symptoms, they're going to have a huge problem convincing people it's that unsafe. It doesn't tally with most people's experience.
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on 2007-07-21 06:33 pm (UTC)And I am so terrible, that I immediately began thinking 'RPStwincestOMG!'
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on 2007-07-22 10:33 am (UTC)