'Sophie's choice' is not a comedy.

I'm not sure when I'll have to explain this, or to whom, but one day I worry that I will.


If you ever feel like having your heart torn out, I can thoroughly recommend listening to Gorecki Symphony No. 3 "Sorrowful Songs" - Lento e Largo.


...and that's all for now.

A poem about honesty

Have you heard?


Idle banter, useless prattle
Blether, gossip, tittle-tattle
“Have you heard?”
“No, what’s the matter?”
Scuttle-butt and empty chatter.


Vacant news and hollow lies
Scarring friendships, breaking ties
Neighbours gossip, rumour mills
Seeds of distrust sown, great ills
Harvested without a care
People once who trusted, stare.
Curtains twitch and heads are turned
Lovers part and colleagues spurned.


As threads through which we all relate
Are severed by fear, doubt and hate,
Where honeyed tongues drown honesty
In stagnant mire of false decree
When speculation, most uncouth,
With hateful slander strangles proof.
Let voices soar, cry from the roof;
“Whatever happened to the truth?”

Girls, girls, girls...

Watched some repeated Top of The Pops on television last night & this song is just so damned catchy and makes me want to dance.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys2QoMrPE1k

With apologies to Mr Burns

Since there's something about our family that induces us to go by our middle names on a daily basis I thought I'd write some (bad) poetry making use of my forename.


Hell froze over that day because someone decided it merited publishing;



http://aberdeenvoice.com/2010/11/tae-a-lassie-wioot-a-coat/

Ode to a brain slug

"My brain slug sits on top of my cranium
My brain slug sits on top of my head
The poor little feller is starving
And now he's dropped on the floor stone dead.



Brain Slug. Brain slug. Bring back my brain slug to me, to me.
Brain Slug. Brain slug. Bring back my brain slug to me."

Nifty blog by a mate of mine.

Entertaining wee blog, albeit not for the easily offended, by a Linux-savvy ginger lawyer with a low threshold for swearing;

http://justbloodywork.blogspot.com/2010/04/ubuntu-screen-saver-redux.html

I'm back, baby!

...as the great Bender 'Bending' Rodriguez would say.


After about 5 months I'm back on line, having moved flats & being hacked off over BT's dalliance with Phorm http://http://www.theregister.co.uk/2008/02/29/phorm_documents/.


So, an evening spent swearing & muttering (well, more so than usual) but I'm updating everyting, listening to La Roux "Bulletproof " on You Tube & looking forwards to playing some TF:2.

Adventures in patience

Last night I was out with my mate Martin in his car & he hit a deer as we drove through the Grandholm area of Aberdeen. This part of the city is mostly housing, but as it is beside the river Don there are lots of wooded areas & riverside paths. Deer are quite common in these parts.

The deer was stunned, still breathing, had no blood visible on its fur or on the road but was not moving by itself. We figured it may be in pain and distress & so we called directory inquiries (the '118 118' guys) asking for the SSPCA number.
They nearest branch they found was in Edinburgh. One frustrating automated respose later I was put through to the administrative office answering machine which told me the office was closed for the day.

Bu$$er.

Soooooo I had to call the police non-emergency number to ask if they could get hold of the local SSPCA offcier on duty. The bobbies said it was a reportable incident & as neither Martin nor I wanted to leave the scene of an accident (arguably an offence in itself, but unlikely given no other person or vehicle was involved) we waited in the car, since it was bloody cold.

After about fifteen minutes the deer got to it's feet, obviously having recovered enough to ge tthe hell out there, then shakily bounded off into the night & seemed to be using all of its legs. The SSPCA chap called Martin back for directions & we told him he might want to save himself a trip. He said that if the deer was up & moving then it would probably be alright, thanks for letting him know & he wouldn't come out all the way from Ellon after all.

However, we still couldn't leave the scene as we were expecting a police unit to turn up at some point so we continued to wait. And wait. And wait…

An hour and a half later the bobbies still hadn't arrived, bumped deer not being an especially high priority occurrence naturally. I called the non-emergency police number again to ask what the situation was. They said something on the lines of "Oh, we tried to call you at your flat" to which I reminded them that we were under the impression we had to stay at the scene as it we had been told it was a reportable incident.

Ar$e.


It did give us the opportunity to bring to their attention that the deer by this time had recovered enough to get to its feet & disappear into the night. We also mentioned that the SSPCA chap had called earlier & wouldn't be coming out after all.


The police then said "Oh, well, thanks for letting us know, you can go now".



Ball$.




It did give Martin & I plenty of time to catch up & blether about life, the universe & everything - making the best of the situation - but we did come to some conclusions;



If you park your car with its hazard lights on in Aberdeen outwith the city centre no one will stop to ask "Are you OK?". This we believe to be something to do with the fact that they saw two blokes rather than a damsell in distress.

Yes, we do realise how dodgy it may have looked to passers by (suspicious minds and all that). It would have been worse had we put the interior light on, though.


If two blokes park up for up to an hour and a half at night with the car hazard lights on you give passers by some impromptu street theatre. We felt like fish in an aquarium. It must have been a slow news day.


Concussed deer are definitely a low priority for the police. Next time say you've knocked down an "old dear" (no, not really, but we had a good laugh at that one for several minutes.)





We did wonder if the control room duty officers were running a sweepstake on how long it would take for us to get bored & call them back. I reckon somewhere a police sergeant is chortling to themselves.



Joy...