This week - Monday ... Tuesday ... Wednesday ... Thursday ... Friday ... Saturday ... Sunday
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Weather: Wet, wet, wet. 13. Travel: The 0635 runs before the London train (and will do through the week). Erroneous reports that the cross-city South isn't running prompt me to take the bus up. Then visit platforms 2, 3, 6, 7, 12, and 8 in search of a train heading north before returning to 3 for the FNW to Holyhead. It's 20 minutes with nothing heading north.
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Weather: Showers, strong winds later. 11. Travel: Another Tuesday on the 1642 from Longbridge, running about 12 late. A brief check at Northfield, and a longer wait for a platform at New Street. Miss the 1657 to Wolverhampton (20-ish late) by moments; go for the 1710 stopper (10 down already) but it's AWOL, and hit the 1718 to Edinburgh, which leaves with me 4 late. Time to catch the 1745 bus back.
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Weather: Cloudy, some heavy showers. 10. Travel: Vermin to and from London are totally up the spout, thanks to dodgy power lines. The 610 arrives at 637, and stops in Wolverhampton. With Vermin vanishing, it's the stopper into town. This was always going to be my last day at work before the solstice, thanks to an accumulation of leave and a requirement to take it before the end of the millennium. Things were always looking a bit dodgy, with a quart of work to do, and only one-and-a-half pints in the day to do them. Then the unexpected happened. The Boss and her boss, Top Mouse, had a bit of a contretemps. The Boss storms through the office, slams the door behind her, and goes on the phone. Five minutes later, Top Mouse calls us into his office. The Boss has resigned, and the rest of us are deep in the mire. We bang our heads together, and work out a coping strategy to Top Mouse off the top of the bang. TM's knowledge of computers is limited to the on-off switch, so it's going to be care-and-maintainance until a replacement can be found. The surviving computer types set about work with a purpose. No more than 15 minutes later, TM calls us back. The Boss has unresigned, Top Mouse has declined the previous resignation, and the normal chain of command resumes. The lesson that The Boss takes, I suspect, is that no-one is totally indispensable, even her. The lesson for Top Mouse is to hold his tongue, accept that stuff will happen, and trust us a little more. The lesson for me, it appears, is that The Boss is more of a drama queen than previously thought, and that we can do things with a little forethought. Sometimes, someone has to do something drastic for change to occur.
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Weather: Sunny, with the odd shower. 9. Travel: Not today, it's the start of my Christmas break. Fat Lady Sings! It's been 37 days since the US went to the polls. Britain can hold a complete election campaign in the time it took for the other side of the Atlantic to count their vote. At 2am, Al Bore (Democratic Party) appeared on WORLD and other networks to confirm that he's stepping aside from the Presidency, in favour of George W Shrub (Cheat.) There was never an attempt to discern the actual winner of the election in the hotly-disputed state of Florida, merely obfuscation and delay. I can't call Shrub the President, as he has not been elected in accordance with the rules. The best he can hope for is for the title of President to be declared vacant on January 20, and Shrub to be deemed Anti-President, in the same way that pretenders to the Papacy were known as Anti-Popes. It's *slightly* more respectful than "Shrub, the Plant with the Pot."
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Weather: A cold start, sunny, 6. Travel: A shopping trip into Birmingham; scheduled to connect with the 0929 FNW, but it's 8 late, and routed via Bescot. The 0939 from Aber is packed with students, and would arrive before the FNW had it not been held 5 in the tunnels outside New St. Grr.
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Weather: Sunny, cold. 6 Football: Terry Venables guided Middlesbrough to a 1-0 victory over his old club Chelsea and away from last place in the Premier League to lift the gloom hanging over the Riverside Stadium. A deflected shot by Dean Gordon 19 minutes from the final whistle ended a run of eight losses in nine games. Chelsea has not won away this season in the league and has gone 15 matches without a win away from Stamford Bridge going back to March.
Ipswich remained third after coming from behind early to beat Southampton 3-1. After James Beattie had given Saints a third minute lead, two goals by Alun Armstrong on his home debut and another by James Scowcroft handed Ipswich the three points at Portman Road and put George Burley's team within a point of Arsenal.
The standings: MUN 40 ARS 35 IPS 33 LEI 32 LIV 30 (+1) ... BRA 12 (-1) MID 14 (+1) COV 15 (-1) DER 16 (+1) MCY 18 Just over a week ago - Thursday at 4.06pm to be precise - a lawyer emailed a friend in what she thought would be a private exchange. By this weekend, she was facing a future of notoriety as Britain, not to mention the rest of the world, united in a new sport: the search for Claire Swire. Miss Swire sent an intimate email to fellow solicitor Bradley Chait at a London firm. The flattered Chait could not resist forwarding it to six male friends. Who sent it to others. Who sent it to others. Etc. By Thursday, literally tens of internet users around the world were trying to track her down while embarrassed executives at Norton Rose laid disciplinary charges before five employees. Miss Swire and her boyfriend are in hiding from newspaper journalists, reluctant to acknowledge their new-found status in internet history. Neither was at work Friday and Chait was absent from his north London flat. Norton Rose bosses have yet to pass judgment on the affair, out on the internet the court of public opinion is already in session as forwarders add their comments to the original email. Many have deleted their names from their contributions, though it seems clear that the judges are splitting down gender lines. Miss Swire's original remarks and the bawdy joke that inspired them remain a mystery, as I must be the only person in the world yet to see this mail. We do know that it's all about doing a Monica - and that's not talking Geller. Chait's original e-mail to his friends: "Now that's a nice compliment from a lass, isn't it?" The cad - or cads - who passed it on: "I feel honour bound to circulate this." |
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The Charts #1 #4 Bob The Builder - can we fix it? #2 #2 Eminem - santa #3 #1 Destiny's Child - independent women #4 #3 S Club 7 - never had a dream come true #5 #6 Baha Men - who let the dogs out new 10 Robbie Williams - supreme 19 Kylie Minogue - please stay 21 Craig Phillips - at this time of year 42 Jennifer Lopez - my love don't cost a thing 45 Green Day - warning 55 Billie Piper - walk of life 89 Keith & Shane - girl you know it's true upwards #8 12 Madonna - don't tell me #9 10 Tweenies - number one 15 17 Westlife - my love 17 23 Wu-Tang Clan - gravel pit 23 27 Sisqo - incomplete 25 33 Da Mutts - wassup 27 35 Jay-Z - i just wanna love you 29 31 Toploader - dancing in the moonlight 32 36 Lenny Kravitz - again 34 47 Mya - case of the ex 35 49 Creed - with arms wide open |