“Flibberday!”
“What?”
“Labradoodle!”
“Huh?”
“Jelfpaneotielangus?”
“Are you from Earth?”
“Mcdiddlyjumanji!”
“No more drugs for that man!”
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This entertaining diversion brought to you courtesy of Armand being on vacation, extremely jetlagged, and, erm, confused.
Just wanted to leave you this thought. via: Timbee
And to all a good night. More blogging will follow from SE Asia.
Had a great time at my office Christmas party last night; our bosses do really know how to throw a good party. Am glad I’ve taken today off to recover; more from need of additional sleep than any particular excesses. That said, someone did seem to have slicked the floor in Strawberry Moons and, as a result, I slipped and injured my ankle. A day of RICE for me, methinks.
But to the point of the post: I was asked this year to be Santa for our office Secret Santa gift exchange. Very honoured, I think I rose to the challenge and donned the (rather slimming) Santa outfit. Of course, it was all rather hilarious. After the gifts had been delivered and my task fulfilled, I headed back to my desk to shut down before we went out for the evening and found an instant message from a client waiting: one of my ‘citizen journalist’ colleagues had, within a minute or so of the pack splitting up, emailed a picture of me in my Santa garb to my client, who was duly amused.
The curse of camera phones ;)
The really annoying thing, of course, is that I forgot my own camera and have no photographic evidence of the evening myself. Hopefully people will email some things across to me in the fullness of time…
Despite my determination to keep to regular updates here, external factors may keep me silent. My DSL-modem is on the fritz and a new one won’t arrive for a couple of days, so updates will be occasional. I’m far too honourable to hijack my neighbours’ hotspots. Even the one with the Netgear SSID I can access from my living room sofa that has absolutely no security on it. Not even that one.
I think I might be related to Jables. Check out this photo of my brother, Arvind, and note the similarity of goatee to JB’s. Henceforth I shall be known as Armand D.
Today was a good day. And there was me getting stressed about not having much planned for this weekend.
After nice, quiet drinks with Sheila, Dave, Afo and Chris at the pub last night was up at a sensible hour this morning, and finished reading the new Kevin Anderson novel. It is awesome – now have to wait frustratedly for the next one.
Then I caught up on phone calls to family and friends, which is always good.
Then I caught up on last week’s opening episodes of season 3 of Lost. Which was less obviously good, but I’ll reserve judgement.
Then I bore witness to Spurs 3-1 victory over Wigan. I have one word for this, and its [[w00t]]!
Now, going to try to work on the ever ephemeral novel for a bit before heading out to see Bond.
Yes, it has been a good day.
My CD arrived.
Whoa.
It is a thing of awesome beauty and power.
On first listening, I wasn’t sure if they’d tried too hard with the whole comedy thing. I mean, there are some kickass funny tunes on there. But I was looking for music that rocked so hard that it would literally blow my mind. And a few listens in, I’ve realised that this is it. From the tuneful lyrical genius of ‘Dude I totally miss you’ to the adrenaline fuelled ‘Storm the gates’ to the final battle with Satan in ‘Beazleboss’… It’s all awesome. And there’s everything good about the eponymous track, too (video below).
This is truly the greatest rock band in all of human history. Jables is on my list of people I want to be like (alongside Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams, Kevin Smith, Carl Sagan and John Cusack).
My cousin Ashvina has started blogging – check it out if you’re related to me, are interested in the Malaysian music scene, or know Ash ;).
Enjoy Ash – and welcome! Any other family members blogging that I should know about? Baboo?
Had a night of bad dreams last night – vivid to the point of annoyance, because you wake up and you feel like you’ve been doing stuff all night. We’d had a sibling supper in which pizza was eaten, so I wondered whether there was any truth in the story that cheese is the cause of such things. A quick google revealed no clear answer: the British Cheese Board, perhaps unsurprisingly, say there’s no truth in the story. Yahoo! Answers is clearly undecided, and disappointingly the non-neutral dreams article on Wikipedia has no reference to cheese whatsoever.
What’s the truth of the matter, I wonder?
I’m off to Cuba tomorrow. My sister, Sheila, who many of you know, will caretake the blog in my absence, regaling you with tales of her Literary Life as an employee at The Agency.
Photos, updates, stories etc. will follow on my return, in a couple of weeks. Hope you all keep well and keep my sister interacting with lots of comments and witty repartée!