Talking Point

Looking at that fucking horrific logo again today, I’m reminded of a quote from “Only Forward” by Michael Marshall Smith, which went something like this:

It had been designed as a conversation point.
I think that the conversation it was designed to bring about was something like
“What the fuck is that?
“I dunno. Let’s burn it”
“Good plan”

Although the description “It looks like Lisa Simpson giving a blowjob” is brilliant, and made me laugh out loud.

And at the end of the day, it’s a far better description than the official “It symbolises the Olympic spirit and the ability of the Games to inspire people to take part – not just as spectators, but as volunteers, in the Cultural Olympiad and more.” load of bollocks.


2012 Logo

OK, now just what the fuck is the new logo for the London 2012 Olympics supposed to be representing?

logo for London 2012 Olympics

The old logo with the outline of the Thames running through it at least made sense.

This one looks more like a four-year-old has been playing with pink post-it® notes and scissors…

EDIT : Ok, having looked at the logo a bit more, I can now discern the ‘2012’ in the pink bits of the logo. So it makes a bit more sense now. Still looks like shite to me though. Then again, I’m neither a designer nor a marketer.


Moving Phones

I should’ve known that the efficiency of BT in the last move was an exception, rather than a rule. I should’ve chased them up more, I know.

I was lulled into a false sense of security by someone who sounded efficient, but wasn’t.

So on Friday when I tested the old phone number at 3:30pm, and got a ringtone, I thought “Oh, bollocks.” So I rang BT’s Moving Home department, and eventually got through.

“Oh, I don’t know what’s happened there – the system seems to have decided that there was a problem with the order, and then we didn’t tell you about it”
Yeah, no shit. At 4pm on a Friday, imagine how happy that makes me.

As it turns out, the order had got completely lost in the system. No idea why, and no-one can tell me, either. Bunch of tossers.

But in fairness to them, within 2 hours of being told, the landline had switched over to the new number and the new place without any further hitches. That bit is simple, by all accounts. (Doesn’t explain why it takes them two weeks notice usually, but there we go)

Broadband, however, is a problem. Supposedly it takes five working days, regartdless of anything else. It’s incredibly annoying, but again it’s one of those things where there’s really nothing I can do except wait. Oh, and phone them on a daily basis to see how it’s going. *grin*

But ’til Monday June 4th, it looks like I’m stuck with slowband. And oh God is it slow, after being used to ADSL for the last four and a bit years…


Idiot

Newsflash

I’m an idiot..

Hey, like tell me something I didn’t already know…


Aerosol

This morning, when I got to work, the lift stank of perfume/deodorant. Someone had obviously sprayed it about while they were in there – what the hell, it was early, why not? It was strong enough to make me cough ’til I got out of the lift, but that was it. Nothing special.

Anyway, just in case anyone else complained, I figured I’d let reception know.

And in our amazing Health and Safety paranoid office, this is the resultant email…

[Lyle] entered the right hand lift at [the office] this morning and started to experience breathing difficulties, brought on by the strong smell of perfume present in the lift.
[Health and Safety person in the office] has spoken to [Lyle] since the event and he appears to be Ok.
These events have been reported to health and safety and line managers verbally.
The lift has been placed out of order in the basement until the smell has dissipated, the walls have been wiped down with a neutral cleaning fluid..

I am never reporting anything ever again. I give up.
Bizarre bloody place.


Copycats

I have to say, I find it very amusing that both Eastenders and Coronation Street have both had to alter or rewrite child-abduction storylines because of the missing Madeleine McCann.

I suspect that in both cases the scriptwriters had thought about how to get a high-profile story line – but it makes me laugh that both soaps had come up with the same basic premise…


Delayed

“Sorry I’m late in – some idiot called me at 4am, and I couldn’t get back to sleep”

Am I missing something here? If someone couldn’t get to sleep, surely it’d make sense for them to be in early, rather than an hour late?