I must be honest; Julie and I have found it a struggle to get up early enough on a Sunday morning to make it to church on time. Bear in mind that church is now over 30 miles away.
This morning we discovered an ingenious new alarm call – our cats were sick in the hallway. It’s amazing how quickly one can move when that sound signals vomit soaking into carpet in approximately 30 seconds time.
Tracy Emin has spoken today of her outrage and upset at how the entire British population, apparently, has done nothing but laugh, joke and poke fun since her collection of ‘artwork’ was amongst that which went up in smoke last week as a warehouse burnt down.
I wonder – does anyone else think back with fond memories to their childhood days? This is only plausible if you had a largely pleasant upbringing.
I caught myself taking more than a fleeting glance at a PC “mega deal” the other day. You know the sort – some super-fast Pentium processor, graphics card, audio/video capabilities that would make Spielberg drool, and all for sub £800.
I had to pull myself up on that one.
The following letter seems quite an acceptable one:
“I’m an IT consultant but would like to teach maths and computing. The £6,000 for a part-time PGCE seems very attractive until you work out that childcare would be almost £7,000. We can’t live off my husband’s income alone. What are my options?”
but not if you’re the Guardian “Career Doctor”
I have wanted to write something personal about the recent revelation of prisoner abuses in Iraq for some time now, but know that any time I try, my words will be wholly inadequate.
I dislike being ill – quite apart from the discomfort of the illness itself, I don’t like missing out on things – and that includes work.
Sam Wollaston
Tuesday May 18, 2004
The Guardian
I blame Orwell. He started this whole thing off – the privileged pretending to be disadvantaged. But at least he threw himself into it, spending a respectable amount of time roughing it on the streets of the French and British capitals.
“If you receive a call marked ‘ACE’ on your mobile phone, do not under any circumstances answer it, it is a virus that will infect your phone, delete it’s memory, make it self-destruct, your skin will erupt with boils and sores, and all your friends will desert you…”
Parents discouraged their 17-year-old son from purchasing a green sports car by telling him that, because they lived in the countryside, it would cost more to insure it because it blended in with the hedgerows.
