Another Shore ………….Berlin

RC1

Posted by: anothershore on: Monday, September 11, 2006

Wow, that was much better than last time – it installed (including formatting the hard disc) within 45 minutes and I was browsing the web immediately after (with IE7, but you can’t have everything).  So far, so good.  I’ll now copy all my files back and restore my email, so I am going to repair to the Bug & Bee for refreshment while I do so.

More gripping reports from RC1-land later.

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I have to admit, I’m completely lost, but you have such excitement for this, whatever it is, that I’m sure it’s a good thing. I’m very pleased for you. :o )

Hi dee hi (Bloggers),

What’s RC1? Does it make toast? Is it pretty?
I’ve been unable to blog for a while because me mate Ed was down last
weekend and we had a few Becks too many followed by a dodgy Chicken Kebab across the road and I’ve been all week recovering – I’ll spare you the details. Anyway, I hope everyone’s boo and tickety.

Davey poo – did you have the final fitting on Sunday? Hope it went OK.

I have only two snippets of vaguely irrelevant info to report.
Firstly, over the last few months the red light district has expanded ever closer into the street where I live (Kurfürstenstr./corner of Potsdamer str).
The ladies knock off shift at about the same time I drink my morning
coffee in the cafe next to Woolies and sometimes I can overhear them.
It’s funny how people are the same the world over… “Oooh me bleedin
corns are killing me” and “Yeah customer X he’s a nasty sod that one”.
When I was a kid I used to pick me mam up from Marks and Sparks to
help her with the shopping….and the till girls from the shop would say
exactly the same sort of thing. Granted, not with smudged mascara while
swigging from a communal wine bottle (except maybe at the the Xmas party in Cardiff). Anyway, it made me feel whimsical.

Secondly, I saw a news program on telly, where the police were doing a practise of how they would react to a full scale emergency – it
showed a big car park with hundreds of people paid to lie around pretending to be injured. The police would carry people (most-injured first) to a “recovery tent” at the far end of the car park. Anyway a group of teenagers happened to stumble across the whole thing and decided
to join in. After they were carried back to the recovery tent they would then
sneak back to the car park and pretend to be injured again. One of them did this 15 times. The police were disappointed that their stats were so much slower compared with the same thing the year before. And the whole story was reported by a po-faced reporter who interviewed an equally-po-faced polce guy who both agreed it was all very bad form from the young men involved. I haven’t laughed so much at unintentional comedy since the episode in Blue Peter where the Blue Peter garden
was ransacked by vandals and Percy Thrower kept saying how appalled he was…

Anyway, have a nice week,

Lee

Nothing so glam as hookers with corns to report from Oxford, I fear. But they are filming the sequel to “Morse” in my College at the moment. I’d rather thought that Morse’s death would’ve made this something of an associative-generic faux pas. But our Head Porter Jeff (whose wife is an avid Morse fan) tells me they’re calling it “Lewis” after Morse’s deputy. Apparently – or so thinks Mrs Jeff – Lewis is a “stunner”. Anyhow, they’re filming the bloody thing in the Senior Common Room directly under my rooms, and am now starting to get mildly disturbed, since whenever I lift my weary eyes from the Greek all I hear is voices discussing some rich don who’s been murdered for crimes of sexual passion. in the smoking room. with the rope. etc. Aside from having to resist the urge to give input via loudspeaker (to the effect that the don as a species has neither money nor sex nor passion but merely an obsession for odd shades of tweed) I was treated this morning to the amusing spectacle of the terminally camp Praelector (think Julian Clary somehow implanted to the world of Barchester Towers) discovering that they’d managed to dislodge a chandelier and break the nose off a bust. For any Morse (sorry, “Lewis”) fans out there, do tune in to the next series to see whether they’ve managed to edit out the dear man’s horrified shrieking.
Meantime, love to all, and do let’s initiate a wacky blogger sweepstake on the subject of the most likely reason for the fabulously toothful David’s prospective trip to Laos. I bet 20 quid it’s got nothing to do with the scenery. Any advances?

Paddy xxx

Of course it’s nothing to do with the scenery! David is far too practical to want to go somewhere tranquil., beautiful, peaceful, and I don’t think it has anything to do with ‘visit Laos year’ (apparently that’s this year). :o ) He will probably go there to pick up some cheap software to play with.

I think Helena wins decisively on this one. Cheap software it is, Davie dear! Happy playing! Nikon xxx

Art-fully put, dear Nikon. But it’s not the software. Software is ubiquitous here in Thailand, as you can see if you visit http://www.into-asia.com/bangkok/shopping/pantip.php
But beware, it may not benefit from the Windows Genuine Advantage, and it might not work.

So perhaps it’s something else.

I notice there’s a “dangers and irritations” subsection to the “delights of Bangers” heading. Have you encountered any dangers, David? And did anything get irritated? BTW, I love the way you’re now extending your sinister cultic elan over your blogging disciples by posting your own para-text messages on the mythic megatext of your journal. This is narrativising control on a scale most probably not seen since Pravda or, at least, the Qu’ran. I respectfully suggest that, from now on, you just issue us with scripts to be learned, regurgitated and, ideally, chanted in the privacy of our own domestic spheres. The author is no longer dead! You are the Living Text! In the Beginning is and was and is to be… Roland (sans Chanson) xx

I agree with you, Khun Paddy. David is subverting the narrative with the metaposts. By the way, there’s a new film coming out called “Devils don’t wear Pravda.”  With Meryl Streep. And maybe Steve Martin. Something to do with communism, I think. I dare say that’s why he wants to go to Laos.

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