Not a good time to have a shit eating grin
Ever wondered how people in iconic photographs feel about them? Here's Johnny Marr from an interview with The Guardian, and not a Vampire regarding THIS..... incidentally a blow up of which is framed in my house, not that I'm a sad old Smiths fan, oh no....
"I'd never given it a moment's thought," Marr says, "until they started taking pictures at my university inauguration last year. I looked around, saw the red brick walls and thought, 'this is familiar'." Marr laughs it off, suggesting the brainfreeze was merely the product of a lifelong desire to forget that photo. "I just hate it." Because it's become so iconic and stylised? "Nah. Because I look so crap in it. It's the one frame I'd put an X against to show that I didn't like it and then someone - who looked exactly the same in every single picture - decided to use it just to piss me off." Heheheheh. Apparently Andy Rourke, the bassist on the left has said that if he'd have known it'd have been so reprouced and iconic, he'd have worn less tight trousers that day. Thanks to Radcliffe and Maconie on Radio 2 for that one.
And it's off to the BBC website for quote of the day from one Ms D Parton of the good old US of A, who's had to postpone a tour due to health issues of an orthapedic nature. "You try wagging these puppies around a while and see if you don't have back problems". Heheheheh. Thanks are also due to the Great Wall chinese takeaway who in their new menu that they've shoved through my letterbox, have announced that their "Lunchbox dishes" come in a "large coontainer". What are they saying here? Are we having a Lindford moment? I think we should be told. Hey ho, it raised a smile on a slow day.
Yes, it has indeed been not speedy. At the moment, I'm looking out of the window at the fog and ground level cloud that's been around since waking; I'm considering the chances of either the Nook or CBY being worthwhile to find happy times with a good camera and a big lens, and considering what a gorgeous day yesterday was, I'm not getting answers that are pleasing. The online weather suggests snot and nastiness everywhere I want to see things, so unless I fancy going for arty effects with the Typhoons, it probably isn't worth it. Which is frankly a bit of annoyance. Plans, and all that. Hey ho.
Anyway. On the news of the weird front. I did in fact succeed in seeing my quack today. He didn't give me ten days off. Oh no. He gave me twenty one.
Which was nice.
Three weeks on the club, and then a phased reintroduction to full duties. The phrase "yay" springs to mind. If not "huzzah!". I actually feel alright. But medical opinion councels caution, so I probably shouldn't have been tonking about like a mad fool at the weekend then. Heheheh. Anyway, I'm about to pop to the office to drop the paperwork in, but I'd better not be too smug. It's a good idea to with-hold my "yay"'s, my "huzzah"'s and even my "mwahahahahahah, look paupers, free holiday!!". It turns out that one of our senior blokes who's been off with a winter lung complaint isn't going to be coming back to full health anytime soon, or in fact ever; it's turned into the sort of lung complaint that begins with the letter C and isn't the sort of thing they can do anything about, and doesn't do a lot for the chances of seeing the 2009 christmas party. Which frankly takes the shine off things, and everyone's down about it. Which wasn't nice. But understandable. Hmmm, ending a blog entry on a downer? It'll do.
"I'd never given it a moment's thought," Marr says, "until they started taking pictures at my university inauguration last year. I looked around, saw the red brick walls and thought, 'this is familiar'." Marr laughs it off, suggesting the brainfreeze was merely the product of a lifelong desire to forget that photo. "I just hate it." Because it's become so iconic and stylised? "Nah. Because I look so crap in it. It's the one frame I'd put an X against to show that I didn't like it and then someone - who looked exactly the same in every single picture - decided to use it just to piss me off." Heheheheh. Apparently Andy Rourke, the bassist on the left has said that if he'd have known it'd have been so reprouced and iconic, he'd have worn less tight trousers that day. Thanks to Radcliffe and Maconie on Radio 2 for that one.
And it's off to the BBC website for quote of the day from one Ms D Parton of the good old US of A, who's had to postpone a tour due to health issues of an orthapedic nature. "You try wagging these puppies around a while and see if you don't have back problems". Heheheheh. Thanks are also due to the Great Wall chinese takeaway who in their new menu that they've shoved through my letterbox, have announced that their "Lunchbox dishes" come in a "large coontainer". What are they saying here? Are we having a Lindford moment? I think we should be told. Hey ho, it raised a smile on a slow day.
Yes, it has indeed been not speedy. At the moment, I'm looking out of the window at the fog and ground level cloud that's been around since waking; I'm considering the chances of either the Nook or CBY being worthwhile to find happy times with a good camera and a big lens, and considering what a gorgeous day yesterday was, I'm not getting answers that are pleasing. The online weather suggests snot and nastiness everywhere I want to see things, so unless I fancy going for arty effects with the Typhoons, it probably isn't worth it. Which is frankly a bit of annoyance. Plans, and all that. Hey ho.
Anyway. On the news of the weird front. I did in fact succeed in seeing my quack today. He didn't give me ten days off. Oh no. He gave me twenty one.
Which was nice.
Three weeks on the club, and then a phased reintroduction to full duties. The phrase "yay" springs to mind. If not "huzzah!". I actually feel alright. But medical opinion councels caution, so I probably shouldn't have been tonking about like a mad fool at the weekend then. Heheheh. Anyway, I'm about to pop to the office to drop the paperwork in, but I'd better not be too smug. It's a good idea to with-hold my "yay"'s, my "huzzah"'s and even my "mwahahahahahah, look paupers, free holiday!!". It turns out that one of our senior blokes who's been off with a winter lung complaint isn't going to be coming back to full health anytime soon, or in fact ever; it's turned into the sort of lung complaint that begins with the letter C and isn't the sort of thing they can do anything about, and doesn't do a lot for the chances of seeing the 2009 christmas party. Which frankly takes the shine off things, and everyone's down about it. Which wasn't nice. But understandable. Hmmm, ending a blog entry on a downer? It'll do.
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