Thursday, May 16, 2002
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
Sales tactic of the day
I offer a no fee cancellation service, the customer can cancel at any time without penalty. This makes clients who are not 100% sure book with us. Once they've booked, they tell the kids and then can't back out. It would be a brave parent who spoilt their child's birthday party by cancelling the bouncy castle man.
Shark-Attack Barbie Sighting
"No, no! I didn't want the 'Fun in the Sun Barbie' with the sunburned skin, I wanted the 'Fun in the Sun Shark-Attack Barbie' with the bite marks on her surfboard."
Tuesday, May 14, 2002
At a business meeting in a Bloomsbury hotel today, I noticed that one of the bars has been branded as the Virginia Woolf Brasserie. I'm sure dear Ginny would have hated this, although it looked like the sort of place she could have got decently depressed in.
I suppose there's an EM Foster's pub nearby, hopefully with a function room called A Room With A View.
I suppose there's an EM Foster's pub nearby, hopefully with a function room called A Room With A View.
A lawnmower believed to have been the inspiration for one of Philip Larkin's last published - and best known - poems has become one of the most unusual additions to the University of Hull's archives.
Archivist Brian Dyson said it was likely the machine was the one Larkin was using when he accidentally killed a hedgehog, which inspired the poem, The Mower, published in 1979.
http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,6109,712893,00.html
The world eagerly awaits publication of the Larkin/Amis letters, which will detail Kingsley's protracted loan of Phil's mower during the summer of 1954. Sources close to the volume's editors say that Amis angered Larkin by using the mower to write the first chapter of Lucky Jim, which he did on a very large field near Leicester.
The incident prefigures Sylvia Plath's tragic experience with a strimmer in 1961.
Monday, May 13, 2002
So many books to read, including:
Knitting With Dog Hair : Better a Sweater from a Dog You Know and Love Than from a Sheep You'll Never Meet
by Kendall Crolius and Anne Montgomery
by Kendall Crolius and Anne Montgomery
Synthetic avatar-artists for the nu century, and the product they will shift:
Billy Blogg and the Blogheads. The blard of Blarking wins The Weakest Link and releases an album of Ian Duvet covers.
In Our Ties with Melvyn Blogg. The scientist-licking talking head discusses the death of dress-down Friday, with special reference to the Lake District.
Blogney Spheres. A randomly updatable collection of polygons guaranteed to confuse dads everywhere.
CW Bloggs. The character nobody much remembers in the movie Bloggie and Clyde publishes his thoughts during a blood-soaked tour of the more out-of-the-way states of the Union.
Why don't companies have straightforward names like Edwin Drood and Daughters any more? And why don't more of them use simple tag lines that tell you something about what products and services they actually offer - like Microsoft: Family Butchers of Distinction for example.
And when oh when will some go-ahead community rename their city Greenspan?
And when oh when will some go-ahead community rename their city Greenspan?
What I really want to do with my life is to get on some really interesting medication, and then talk about it all the time. I'll hang around various newsgroups with my elbow on the bar and post stuff about my meds. Like: I was on Bovopopor for six months but it was giving me a sweaty mouth - so I changed to Agfrapopor with a chaser of Loopinol - which was way better than Hegenpegen but nowhere near as effective as Tea.
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