Thursday, January 26, 2006

beer buying's done in anticipation of a ginger arrival

Smudge gets in tomorrow evening and has left explicit instructions that he is to be met at the train station with proferred beer. Sounds like a good start to me.

The Posies last night were ... well ... OK. They seem to have come out of the Seattle scene back in the Nirvana years and to have never quite made it. They also seem to have grown old and fat (well the lead singer, at least) without noticing it. Fat sweaty lead singer on stage? No thanks. The second front man, just as old and sweaty but a lot skinnier had a bad habbit of spitting on stage. His mum would not approve. They did a lot of syncronised jumping when they were about to hit noisy bits aswell, which came over odd and invoked much blubbery wobbling. Still, not a bad night out for less than a tenner each.

Have fun in S'pore this weekend guys, say hello to whatever buffet you end up spending Sunday afternoon at for me aswell.

Bomber out

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

's another one of those days

We're off to see a band tonight. A somewhat random choice, some Seattle mob called the Posies. Sound a bit girly but I'm assured that they have drums and guitars so we'll see. Also, next month a band called Kill The Young, who are an Irish guitar band. Any one heard of these guys? The two songs on their site sound OK but I am always suspicious of any band made up of siblings ... must be a phobia or summat. Still, only 10 Euros so I suppose we'll go.

A snippet from the News and this story about a French murder investigation caught my eye. The policemen's professional opinion was quoted as;

We reckon it was pirates

Meanwhile no-one's heard from DP Richard in a while... Actually there's quite a good reason that they rekon it's pirates but I'll leave it to you to see if you're bothered enough to click and find out.

Bomber out

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Bubble's on a "retreat" this weekend, so Smudge is coming over to help me smash the flat up.

I tell you what, fucking employers in this town sure lay it on for the staff. 2 bonuses a year, allowances out the wazoo, stipend payments for running fucking chess club. 's no wonder no-one leaves (the shortest stay on Bubble's team is 12 years...) The best though is that, if you ask them to, they have to let you work half time. By law. Spot the teachers who reach their last 10 years in the job then go 1/2 time, only to go full time again for a year or 2 at the end to ensure pension paymants (which are based on the last year's salary). Where are the kids in all this? Who fucking cares. And apparently this isn't just restricted to teachers. All employers do this kind of shit.

Now, If I could just find one...

So, Bubble is off on this teacher retreat this weekend. Well, Friday night and Saturday day, actually, but that is considered whole weekend working here. They get put up in a hotel and fed a banquet ... and why? because they're all too busy to get their jobs done during the week. Bloody nice, huh. Gives me and the Smudger a chance to tear it up a bit though. He arrives on Friday night. Hmmmmm .... beer

For you ozzie lot, I saw this story about the value of whale vomit. About 20 USD / gram, apparently. Get beach combing boys.

Bomber out