Sep. 4th, 2004

It's 11am on Saturday, and I'm... at work.

hey ho - at least they're paying me, and there is a sense at the weekend that one can actually get things done, rather than constantly firefighting irate phone calls.

The lines that currently spring to mind regarding this firm, and in particular its delightful head honcho, are:

"With the crown of thorns I wear, I sure don't need a prick like you"

[Jeffrey Bernard, quoting one of his ex-wives]

Which takes me back to last May, and a night in a half-empty Gatehouse Theatre in Highgate (over a JDW, of all things). Which was an odd night, and led to some regrettable consequences. In conclusion, I can only say:



"We would especially like to welcome all the representatives of County Dublin's novel-writing community who have chosen to join us in the cyber-space ballroom at this time"

Hi there, oops, and congrats on the novel.


[This kind of odd brainstorming is a common theme, and as readers will become painfully aware, is still more interesting than "how many beans I counted today"]
The irony of listening to Pink Floyd's "Welcome to the Machine" whilst in work, the only person in the office on a sunny Saturday, has not been lost on me.


And oblique thinks to Tom the Astronomer (not to be confused with the other Tom the Astronomer) for finally helping me crack one of life's puzzles - the deeper significance of the song "Octopus's Garden". Obviously "An octopus's garden by a cave" is a clue to the resting-place of the Great Cthulhu (or however you spell him). The kids may well look happy and safe, but beware the glowing eyes...

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