There is really very little else for me to say, except that I hope the next two episodes are as exquisite.
Sunday, 25 July 2010
"Excellent!" I cried. "Elementary", said he.
Oh, lo and behold. Stephen Moffat and Mark Gattiss have given us something extraordinary.
There is really very little else for me to say, except that I hope the next two episodes are as exquisite.
There is really very little else for me to say, except that I hope the next two episodes are as exquisite.
The Grump and the Lady gays- Day five: the last page
Ah, the end was near.
Sadly- well, somewhat sadly, if you go in for that sort of sentimental thing and get all sorts of attached to fleeting rungs on the ladder of careers- today ended with a whimper, not a bang. Although, given the orientation of the male population of that floor, a good bang would not have been the way I wanted a fortnight to end.
Sadly- well, somewhat sadly, if you go in for that sort of sentimental thing and get all sorts of attached to fleeting rungs on the ladder of careers- today ended with a whimper, not a bang. Although, given the orientation of the male population of that floor, a good bang would not have been the way I wanted a fortnight to end.
Saturday, 24 July 2010
Thoughts on a book- The Ninth Circle by Alex Bell
So, over the past fortnight I've perfected what I like to call the "commuter blinkers". Generally, people do this with a book. Or a paper. I chose a book, and headphones. The idea? To flit through the underground at breakneck speed, unwilling to focus on anything other than the book and the destination. Part and parcel to this is a complete and utter sixth sense that makes you aware of everything going on around you, including where to go and what train to miss/ get, where to stand for the doors to stop right in front of you.
I'd got it down to a tee, finished a couple of average reads and, mid-week, started a book that had loose connections to The Divine Comedy. I love that book, the visions of Hell, and if you get past the fact that it's written as an epic poem, it's the most stark portrayal of a heinous place. Cracking. Anyway, it was those connections that made me glance at The Ninth Circle.
Ah, I finally thought I'd found a truly great book, something fresh, new and exciting, that actually gripped me and had originality.
I'd got it down to a tee, finished a couple of average reads and, mid-week, started a book that had loose connections to The Divine Comedy. I love that book, the visions of Hell, and if you get past the fact that it's written as an epic poem, it's the most stark portrayal of a heinous place. Cracking. Anyway, it was those connections that made me glance at The Ninth Circle.
Ah, I finally thought I'd found a truly great book, something fresh, new and exciting, that actually gripped me and had originality.
The Grump and the Lady-gays: Day four- corporate environment
Well, readers, day four went well.
At the risk of sounding obsessed by floor furnishings, I noticed something odd on the bus today. There's carpet on the seats and a great walkway of it on the cieling. But the rest of the bus (walls, floor, door to the drivers cockpit- which, by the way, he could barely fit inside, let alone the seat) is covered in lino. Lovely.
What is the purpose of it? Is it so that, should the bus flip
At the risk of sounding obsessed by floor furnishings, I noticed something odd on the bus today. There's carpet on the seats and a great walkway of it on the cieling. But the rest of the bus (walls, floor, door to the drivers cockpit- which, by the way, he could barely fit inside, let alone the seat) is covered in lino. Lovely.
What is the purpose of it? Is it so that, should the bus flip
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
The Grump and the lipstick lesbians- Days 1-3:Stuck in the habits
Right, 3 days into the second week at the offices. It's all got a bit samey. Great, fun sameyness, but sameyness all the... same... Erm.
Anyways, I realised a couple of things over the last three days that amused me. Number one- no matter how much the trains try to do the right thing, they never will. Especially the Tube.
Anyways, I realised a couple of things over the last three days that amused me. Number one- no matter how much the trains try to do the right thing, they never will. Especially the Tube.
Sunday, 18 July 2010
The Grump and the Gays: Day Five- end of the week
So, last day of a long, long week.
The circle line broke. Again. And I was at a great station that had no other lines to change onto.
So I ended up walking across London, kind of fun and interesting when I can. I've only been using the Tube because I've got a travel-(Icangoanywhere)-card. It's kind of cool to walk past the landmarks and see where they all are, in relation to each other, instead of just being mystical landmarks at the end of an unknown tunnel.
Started the day with fun at Kings Cross. Then there was fun on Hampstead Heath at lunch- steady now, just being nose-dived by kites and parakeets, and chased by dogs. Great.
To cap it all off,got to write an cracking feature on impotence. I entitled it "Reasons for a reluctant roger".
The jury's out on if it's great or not.
Next week- being thrown to the lesbians. Result.
The circle line broke. Again. And I was at a great station that had no other lines to change onto.
So I ended up walking across London, kind of fun and interesting when I can. I've only been using the Tube because I've got a travel-(Icangoanywhere)-card. It's kind of cool to walk past the landmarks and see where they all are, in relation to each other, instead of just being mystical landmarks at the end of an unknown tunnel.
Started the day with fun at Kings Cross. Then there was fun on Hampstead Heath at lunch- steady now, just being nose-dived by kites and parakeets, and chased by dogs. Great.
To cap it all off,got to write an cracking feature on impotence. I entitled it "Reasons for a reluctant roger".
The jury's out on if it's great or not.
Next week- being thrown to the lesbians. Result.
The Grump and the Gays Days 3 and 4- Hitting the Bigtime.
I was greeted on day 3 with a brilliant product on the desk next to mine.
And ingenious invention called the Cyberskin X7. It's a 'vibrating bum'.
I couldn't take my eyes off of it all morning. Work got very bogged down and hindered with that creepy thing next to me. Anyway, I'm finally settling in (just about time, really, three days into the week). I seem to have become the resident errand boy, for coffee, photocopying and spell checking and grammar checks.
That's all what I thought internships would hold. But- and here's the big but, I've actually got stuff put on the website. The stuff in question being a film review.
It's been a long time coming, but only because I had to 'camp up' my writing a bit. I think it's working. At least, they seme to love what I've done enough to be given the responsibility of attending a big thing that's happening tomorrow somewhere in London and making it news.
I can't tell you what the big thing is, or where it is.
You'll have to look for leading news stories on protests outside the Daily Express. Then you might find out. Also, I got the chance to write news, a style I can do (the editor said it was a hundred percent clearer than the stuff they normally do for news).
There's a brilliant book called the Pope is Not Gay, too, which I had to review.
And they say work isn't fun.
And ingenious invention called the Cyberskin X7. It's a 'vibrating bum'.
I couldn't take my eyes off of it all morning. Work got very bogged down and hindered with that creepy thing next to me. Anyway, I'm finally settling in (just about time, really, three days into the week). I seem to have become the resident errand boy, for coffee, photocopying and spell checking and grammar checks.
That's all what I thought internships would hold. But- and here's the big but, I've actually got stuff put on the website. The stuff in question being a film review.
It's been a long time coming, but only because I had to 'camp up' my writing a bit. I think it's working. At least, they seme to love what I've done enough to be given the responsibility of attending a big thing that's happening tomorrow somewhere in London and making it news.
I can't tell you what the big thing is, or where it is.
You'll have to look for leading news stories on protests outside the Daily Express. Then you might find out. Also, I got the chance to write news, a style I can do (the editor said it was a hundred percent clearer than the stuff they normally do for news).
There's a brilliant book called the Pope is Not Gay, too, which I had to review.
And they say work isn't fun.
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
The Grump and The Gays: Day 2- Bleary Eyed Morning and Minogue vs Minogue
Well, after the good fortune of getting two tickets to a film which isn't even out yet (see Day 1), and the late night that ensued because of it, the start to this morning wasn't exactly bright and breezy.
I had to literally drag myself out of the house this morning. That was fun.
After almost falling asleep and missing the tube stop it did mean I got to have a go with the slightly dodgy kettle in the kitchen. Hadn't been in there yet, so it was a bit of an adventure. It also threw up a minor but worrying dilemma.
Which mug should I use?
Do they have their own mugs? Which shelves are for the lesbians (liable to beat the crap out of me if I use their favourite), which shelves are for the guys from the other publications (liable to slap me or weep uncontrollably until I wash it and put it back)? I opted for a plain white mug that looked unpersonalised and average.
Their coffee is good. Really makes you buzz.
That afternoon brought revelation time- as an intern for the two magazines I'm on, I'm working with another intern, who has graduated his course seven years ago and been in the business ever since. I'm about to go into my third year. Win for me!
Also, two fine gentlemen I'm working with began to debate the virtues of the Minogue vs the Minogue. Needless to say, I didn't (couldn't) offer an opinion on the matter.
I had to literally drag myself out of the house this morning. That was fun.
After almost falling asleep and missing the tube stop it did mean I got to have a go with the slightly dodgy kettle in the kitchen. Hadn't been in there yet, so it was a bit of an adventure. It also threw up a minor but worrying dilemma.
Which mug should I use?
Do they have their own mugs? Which shelves are for the lesbians (liable to beat the crap out of me if I use their favourite), which shelves are for the guys from the other publications (liable to slap me or weep uncontrollably until I wash it and put it back)? I opted for a plain white mug that looked unpersonalised and average.
Their coffee is good. Really makes you buzz.
That afternoon brought revelation time- as an intern for the two magazines I'm on, I'm working with another intern, who has graduated his course seven years ago and been in the business ever since. I'm about to go into my third year. Win for me!
Also, two fine gentlemen I'm working with began to debate the virtues of the Minogue vs the Minogue. Needless to say, I didn't (couldn't) offer an opinion on the matter.
The Grump and The Gays: Day 1- The Unexpected Film
Well now, as an aspiring writer, and completely driven to get ahead (and a hat, with a big feather on it) I went looking for some work experience in that field for this summer.
Good news is, I got some. I knew that a while ago, but in itself that's not the interesting part. I cannot name names for legal reasons (always wanted to say that), but first thing yesterday morning I was dressed in my sharpest jeans, a swanky t-shirt and slick jacket, ready to commute into fair Londinium and enter the high rise steel and glass offices of this country's leading gay and lesbian lifestyle magazines. Oh yes, the Big Time and I have intercepted each other on the road of life.
The world I imagined I was ascending the staircase to.
Good news is, I got some. I knew that a while ago, but in itself that's not the interesting part. I cannot name names for legal reasons (always wanted to say that), but first thing yesterday morning I was dressed in my sharpest jeans, a swanky t-shirt and slick jacket, ready to commute into fair Londinium and enter the high rise steel and glass offices of this country's leading gay and lesbian lifestyle magazines. Oh yes, the Big Time and I have intercepted each other on the road of life.
The world I imagined I was ascending the staircase to.
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Why can't people who design websites and signs speak proper English?
Right. People that don't use English in the way what it was writ really hack me off.
For example. Sainsbury's, Tesco et al insist that you can queue in a 'Five items or less' aisle if your basket fits the requirements. Problem is, you never will. You can have fewer items than five. You can even have less of an item, if you're comparing quality or size to another item.
For example. Sainsbury's, Tesco et al insist that you can queue in a 'Five items or less' aisle if your basket fits the requirements. Problem is, you never will. You can have fewer items than five. You can even have less of an item, if you're comparing quality or size to another item.
What makes the best thinkers?
I am a Holmes fanatic. That's Mr Holmes, Sherlock, of 221b Baker Street, London. I idolise and wish I could be like said deductive genius.
I am, therefore, almost completely unsurprisingly, a House fanatic. That's Dr House, Gregory, who lives in Princeton. I idolise and wish I could be like said diagnostic genius.
What makes good thinkers such dickheads? What makes us like them so much even though they are? Is being a genius and having an amazing mind that fuels their arrogance and peculiar personalities such a redeeming quality?
I am, therefore, almost completely unsurprisingly, a House fanatic. That's Dr House, Gregory, who lives in Princeton. I idolise and wish I could be like said diagnostic genius.
What makes good thinkers such dickheads? What makes us like them so much even though they are? Is being a genius and having an amazing mind that fuels their arrogance and peculiar personalities such a redeeming quality?
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Big Brother Returns for the Summer Holiday- Day Five: The Shopping Escapade
So. The honeymoon is truly off.
For the past forty eight hours me and my sister have been sniping at each other or giggling like lunatics whenever we encounter each other (on the stairs, coming in or out, fighting over food in the kitchen). I've officially slipped
For the past forty eight hours me and my sister have been sniping at each other or giggling like lunatics whenever we encounter each other (on the stairs, coming in or out, fighting over food in the kitchen). I've officially slipped
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