fudge it

why, thank you very much labmonkie for my very own barcode.

niece #3: there's two bushras, one is the bradford bushra, and one is the bushra that didn't go to bradford. the one that is here now. the birmingham bushra.
me: okay, which is the best bushra?
niece #3: the birmingham bushra.

why? why is it i always gotta get sick when i take time off work?

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office person D2 (D2 because he joined the team after D1) makes his way down the office runway, and pauses at our end of the desk pod.

D2: the best thing about being fat, you know...
D1: ...
D2: ...is when you're wandering around the office, people will stop you and say, hey we've got some cakes in, why don't you help yourself.

and he holds up a fairy cake for all to see.

me: would you mind if i blogged what you just said?
D1: ...
D2: not at all.
D1: ...
me: don't you just love working here?
D1: no... well it's all right i suppose...

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y'all are making me sick.

busy busy today. trying to clear stuff before my week off, when i remembered i 'voluntereed' (thanks to the authority) and agreed to help people out with this whole email beeswax going on at work. so now the office feels like cheers and everybody knows my name. i can't stop sneezing this afternoon, and i reckon i'm getting a temperature. uh-oh.

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'Patients rejecting hospital food: Many hospital patients are leaving their food unfinished because it is so unappetising, a report has found.'

they obviously haven't had the jam roly poly with custard at the BRI.

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i spoke to the nieces this morning. niece #1 went a bit mad when she found that i was coming to visit during her half term holiday.

me: oh hey, would anyone like a charm for their mobile phone? niece #1 and i are going to make some!
C: a charm?
me: yeah, you know, those pretty little things, you loop them onto your mobile phone...
C: a charm?
me: or you know, we could do something a little dark or gothic for you, if you want...
C: bushra - just because i look like morticia addams in the morning it does not mean i'm all dark and evil.
me: of course not. sure. so you want one?
C: go on then.

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gone are the good intentions. yesterdays attempt at fasting ended with a banging headache, where i felt like i'd been whacked on the side of my head with a giant plank of wood or something. not a baseball bat, that would be like a direct hit, whereas with the plank the whole side of your head has been hit, innit. of course. it's not the first time it's happened, and i can't be putting up with this anymore.

in other news. i am getting used to sending text messages s-l-o-w-l-y, the authority says its old age, not the fact that i don't have a full keyboard at my disposal anymore. ah well. i added Tetris with the idea that it will help me learn these keys a bit.

i need to go wash my eyes out.

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for the second time this year, another new phone. let me explain.

way back in feb when i was offered the o2 upgrade to the xda i was offered a data deal. which never appeared. so i've spent the last three months trying to convince o2 i had the right to have my contract cancelled. but no. they tried to offer free internet until feb 2007 instead, which worked for a month. until i got the next bill. this time around they accepted i was right, sent me a refund for all those extra charges and agreed to close the contract. within the next 24 hours. and so i had no phone line.

expect a text with my new number soon, sorry!

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grr. my ipod nano crashed yesterday. i had sit on the bus home next to a guy who was addicted to pistachios. he was like 'crack, crack, crack' all the way home. now i'm playing stuff on windows media on my xda. i've put it up quite loud, and i'm dreading getting a phone call because it will probably leave me deaf until next week.

me: approximately 22 days to go.
C: what, then you can eat again?
me: yep.
C: so i expect you'll be like a victoria beckham size 0 by then?

so anyway about that slug joke. bash brother #4 on the tragedy of it:

'so imagine you're in slugsville, right. slug city, or something. you've got this slug going down the street when a couple of other slugs come along, beat him up, rob his phone and money and all that. so he goes to the slug police station, and then the PC slug goes can you run me through what happened, and the slug goes 'i don't know. it all happened too quickly.'

the end. what day is it today?

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3 missed calls from a private number. it can only be brother #4 with a funny.

niece #1: will you help me with my spelling? will you give me a spelling test?
him: ok. spell orange.
niece #1: er, the fruit or the colour?
him: ...
niece #1: ...
him: !!!
niece #1: ooooooooooh! wait!

there was also a long joke about a slug, but another day maybe.

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