Today is brought to you by the letter F
F is for Friday
Friday is for Fun
sing along together
but don't expect the sun
Ok, so that was poor. But I couldn't think of a good 3rd line.
The week that was.
...Largely uneventful.
Monday, the team apparently won the quiz. Probably due to the fact I wasn't there... and hampered by the fact Chip wasn't (however, it must have been amusing to see Ian's world turned upside down when they won)
Tuesday’s session of throwing low numbers on many-sided dice (the 20 sided one especially seems very reluctant to land on the top 5 values), was as ever, lots of fun (even if, in the end, the group achieved very little - except perhaps consuming large amounts of alcohol). A special guest this week in the form of a short ginger Welshman, who managed to make even
Britney's traditionally poor dice rolling skills look good.
Wednesday came and went without very much happening at all. I spent the day waiting for people to send me information they didn't send, then went home and did very little.
Thursday I was late home... not because (as is traditional) a heap of work landed on my desk 5 minutes before I wanted to leave. Not because I stopped at a couple of people's desks on the way out (even though I did). But because my hero-complex kicked in when I got outside and encountered a very lost looking Londoner. My attempts to give her directions to the station appeared to only confuse her more (perhaps a slight language barrier – a combination of my usually bizarrely re-arranged sentences, and my Yorkshire accent I think) so I said that since I was going there myself, I'd walk her there. Of course, being in girly shoes with heels and straps and whatever meant she wasn't about to jog there like I was planning to in order to catch the train. So instead we walked, and discussed if York and whether or not I was at school, and I tried to remember when the next train was (I found out when I got to the station - it was 20 minutes after when it should have been). Not only do nice guys finish last - they also get home late.
And that brings us to Friday. For Fun. The weekend beckons, and I'm getting all dressed up in Tux and waistcoat (which cost a minor fortune) and silly mask and going to a big party. And probably also cutting the lawn and doing some DIY (although not while dressed in my Tux).
Have a nice weekend y'all.
Friday is for Fun
sing along together
but don't expect the sun
Ok, so that was poor. But I couldn't think of a good 3rd line.
The week that was.
...Largely uneventful.
Monday, the team apparently won the quiz. Probably due to the fact I wasn't there... and hampered by the fact Chip wasn't (however, it must have been amusing to see Ian's world turned upside down when they won)
Tuesday’s session of throwing low numbers on many-sided dice (the 20 sided one especially seems very reluctant to land on the top 5 values), was as ever, lots of fun (even if, in the end, the group achieved very little - except perhaps consuming large amounts of alcohol). A special guest this week in the form of a short ginger Welshman, who managed to make even
Britney's traditionally poor dice rolling skills look good.
Wednesday came and went without very much happening at all. I spent the day waiting for people to send me information they didn't send, then went home and did very little.
Thursday I was late home... not because (as is traditional) a heap of work landed on my desk 5 minutes before I wanted to leave. Not because I stopped at a couple of people's desks on the way out (even though I did). But because my hero-complex kicked in when I got outside and encountered a very lost looking Londoner. My attempts to give her directions to the station appeared to only confuse her more (perhaps a slight language barrier – a combination of my usually bizarrely re-arranged sentences, and my Yorkshire accent I think) so I said that since I was going there myself, I'd walk her there. Of course, being in girly shoes with heels and straps and whatever meant she wasn't about to jog there like I was planning to in order to catch the train. So instead we walked, and discussed if York and whether or not I was at school, and I tried to remember when the next train was (I found out when I got to the station - it was 20 minutes after when it should have been). Not only do nice guys finish last - they also get home late.
And that brings us to Friday. For Fun. The weekend beckons, and I'm getting all dressed up in Tux and waistcoat (which cost a minor fortune) and silly mask and going to a big party. And probably also cutting the lawn and doing some DIY (although not while dressed in my Tux).
Have a nice weekend y'all.
posted by Sarum at
Friday, May 14, 2004
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