Whodunnit

Ever since the story of the little girl ‘abducted’ in Portugal last week started, there’s been something about it (OK, lots of things about it) that smelled bad.

Personally, I think the parents killed her – whether accidentally or deliberately, I’ve no idea – and the entire ‘abduction’ thing has been a ruse to divert attention and provide a reason for the child to suddenly not be around any more. I suspect that the Portuguese police are thinking along similar lines, from the way the search has never really seemed to be all that serious.

All the guff about ‘we left her and her younger brother and sister in the apartment while we went out for a meal – but we checked on them every half hour, honest‘ is just bizarre, especially when the apartment complex has a child-minding service etc.

Of course, I could be A) Overly cynical and B)Wrong – in many ways I hope I am, because whatever the result, it’s a pretty grim and sad situation.


At long last

Seven weeks today, and Blair finally quits..

Frankly, the time just can’t go quickly enough.

However, I assume that the media needs that much time to figure out what to whittle on about incessantly, now that all the speculation about ‘when the lying little weasel-shagger will finally fuck off'(© Me.) is over and done with.


Prediction

I hereby predict that there will be a significant rise in ‘on the sick’ postmen/women in the following towns on Saturday, July 21st…

  • Wallingford, Oxfordshire
  • Huntingdon, Cambridgeshire
  • Faringdon, Oxfordshire
  • Marlborough, Wiltshire
  • Okehampton, Devon

Why? Because they are the towns that Amazon has listed as the places with most pre-orders for the final Harry Potter novel, which is going to be distributed on that day…


Inspiration At Last

Ah, it always comes in the end. This time it was in the form of a letter from a scumbag agency I had the misfortune to register with while down in Bracknell, wanting to move on from CrapCo. Yeah, that long ago.

Bear in mind that since registering with them, I’ve now had two other jobs, and have moved from Berkshire to Norfolk. Which Scumbag Agency knows about, because I’ve told them. Repeatedly, and at great length.

And today? An email about Java developer positions in – wait for it – London, Exeter, and Southampton. I’ve never been a Java programmer- never wanted to be, never will be. Not my thing at all.

Fucking idiots. And I’ve told them that, too. Twunts.


Three-Day

Ah, thank the lord, it’s Friday. And a three-day weekend looms for us in the UK. Currently, this is A Good Thing.

It means I might actually get oooh, at least one day off. Maybe. If I’m lucky.


Pronunciation

One of the things that is just about guaranteed to drive me bananas is people mispronouncing words- and another is verbal tics that are used every sentence or two. One of the people I deal with on a regular basis does both of these things all the time – and, if I’m honest, it probably also doesn’t help that I really don’t like this person all that much for a variety of reasons that I can’t be chuffed to go into.

So every time she wants to say ‘specific’ or ‘specifically’, instead she says ‘pacific’. It’s not a difficult word to pronounce, is it? (Apparently, it is – Herself also does this one, so you’d think I’d be used to it by now. But oh no, not at all.) At least every other sentence starts with ‘Basically’, and every three or four is concluded with ‘Jergetwharramean?’ After a couple of hours, I’m chewing the walls.

The one that amuses me (at the same time as still making me want to kill) is ‘Divole publishing’. Considering that this person works in the realm of content management systems – and is involved in trying to sell them to clients – you’d think that she’d know that the term is actually ‘Devolved Publishing‘, where whole groups of people are involved in the writing and publishing of web content, rather than it just being within the remit of one or two people within an organisation.

As it is, I only have to deal with this particular person every few weeks – which I can only see as a good thing. I think if I were to deal with them on a regular basis, I’d be in serious trouble with the law…

And before anyone mentions ‘pot, kettle and black’, I know that I have plenty of my own verbal tics- I suspect everyone does- but at least I make sure that mine don’t involve mispronunciation, or using words entirely out of context. Let alone making them up out of thin air. ‘Divole’ indeed.


Bridge Jumping

I thought I’d written about this before (although, on searching, it looks like I might not have done so) but in my opinion, the May Day celebrations at Oxford’s Magdalene Bridge have always just struck me as something that should be filed under “Darwinistic”.

Fair enough, the traditional bit involving the Magdalene choir singing at dawn on May Day is pretty cool. But the people (generally students) who then take it upon themselves to jump off Magdalene Bridge into the Thames (sorry, Isis – one assumes that ‘Thames’ is just a bit too common for Oxford) where it’s all of two or three feet deep just deserve to be damaged.

In fact, I’d consider aiming to get some kind of insurance absolution, on the lines of “Anyone who jumps off this bridge is responsible for their own actions, and should not expect to be able to claim for damages or injury caused under any circumstances”

Considering that these people are supposed to be intelligent, you’d think they could figure that out for themselves, wouldn’t you?