Ducks and roundabouts

Yesterday we got free ice cream at work. Today I worked a 12-hour shift. Such is the journalistic life, I suppose! (I have to admit, I could have gone home at the normal time, but I decided to stay and help The Godmother on production because it was quite manically busy and, as ever, I had a lot of fun!)

Today it rained. A lot. So much so that my (leather) boots got soaked (sadly the seams are only waterproof up to a point (that point being 'monsoon')) and I had to pop into Accesorize in Waterloo to buy a dry pair. 

The cheapest option was a 2-pack for £5, so I am now the proud owner of two extra pairs. They are pictured below, along with the original, damp socks: 

I see it as less of a frivolous expense and more as a precaution against trench foot. I spent most of today with my boots drying under my desk, padding around the office in bird-y socks. Much more comfortable! Given that a lot of people were going barefoot, I didn't feel too unprofessional!

I am going to have to go to bed soon, as we came home via a bagel shop in Brick Lane, which will make for an awesome breakfast tomorrow, but diverted us via a traffic jam. Quite tired.

Goodnight!

Moving swiftly on...

... I'll try to resist the temptation to duck-ify things tonight. Never fear, the legend lives on.

Today I joined the News International choir! They (we now, I guess) rehearse at lunchtime on Tuesdays and sing lots of random different things. Today we sang some choral-y lullaby thing, and a madrigal version of Can't Buy Me Love. The two things I've missed most from my long-ago school days (apart from some very awesome friends, of course) are singing in the choir and badminton. And long holidays, I miss those too.

In other news, it was actually pretty warm today! Which means I get to go from being annoyed at the miserable weather to being annoyed at how hot it now is on the tube. I am not what you'd call a cheerful commuter!

I am trying my best to be responsible with money at the moment (Go Go Savings Account!), which is a shame because I really want some new shoes. And summer dresses. And shirts! So not much, then.

This morning when I got off the train at Waterloo, the train on the platform next to mine was bound for Ascot. Cue lots of morning suits and fabulous hats. Apparently you have to wear a hat to get in or something.

There would have been more but the internet is dying on me. Stupid Sky!

Goodnight!

Shakespeare unmasked!

The rain seems to have stopped! Although I've probably jinxed it now...

It was quite a quiet day at work, so I got lots of spreadsheeting done. Not very interesting! Thankfully, I wasn't on one of the hotline telephones (the ones they give readers and other deplorable people the numbers for), so it was really quite a quiet day.

The most exciting part of today, in fact, was the letter we got presenting the startling theory that Shakespeare's plays were in fact written by Elizabeth I. Even the ones after her death. Because she had lots of free time, not having a husband, and plenty of stationary. Also her initials (ER) can be found in at least word in the last line of almost every play! You heard it here first.

Some slightly more exciting news is that we might be getting a work experience person of our very own in a couple of weeks! It will be while Cat is on holiday, so I'm sure we can find something for them to do. (Like spreadsheets...)

Going to bed now, as I slightly overslept this morning and am currently sleepy and full of pasta.

Oh, and:

Duck from here

In Search of a Midnight Duck

10 Things I Hate About Ducks

Four Ducks and a Funeral

Rabbit-Proof Duck

Duck Narcissus

Ducks of Endearment

Eyes Wide Duck

The Time Traveler's Duck

(500) Ducks of Summer

The Ducks of Navarone

...I'll stop.

Goodnight!

Crowbusters

I'm dashing this off before bed, as we have been entertaining this evening and it has all gone on rather late. The Godmother and W's friends have been round, and we went to two village fairs today, went for a walk, got rained on, and came home for a braai cooked by me! I'm quite impressed with myself, as no one has yet died of food poisoning and I cooked lamb for the first time, and simultaneously made roast potatoes. 

Aaaanyway, today I have a couple of quite cool pictures because the first fair we went to was in fact the Pirbright Scarecrow Festival. There were scarecrows all over the village, including a scarecrow royal wedding:

Also some sort of famous scarecrow cricketer. I have no idea who that woman is.

While we were out walking, The Godmother taught me the Duck Game, which is so excellent I have to share it. Basically, you take a song or film title or band or whatever, and replace one of the words in it with "duck", and vie to come up with the best one. Eg:

• Far From the Madding Duck
• Duck and Prejudice
• A Duck Too Far
• Captain Corelli's Duck
• A Man's A Duck For All That
• And I Will Arise and Duck Now
• There's No Duck Like Show Business
• Gorillas in the Duck
• I Heard The Duck Call My Name
• To His Coy Duck
• Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Duck?
• The Duck of Venice (Including the much-quoted line: "If you prick us, do we not duck?")
• The Green Green Duck of Home
• Home, Home on the Duck
• I Vow To Thee, My Duck
• A Duck For All Seasons
• Another Duck in the Wall (and, of course, Dark Side of the Duck)
• Last Year's Duck
• Duck Falling on Cedars
• I Was A Male Duck Bride
• Singing in the Duck
• My Fair Duck
• Duck of a Salesman
• Seasons Of My Duck
• A Short Walk in the Hindu Duck
• Seven Ducks in Tibet
• The English Duck

I seem to have gotten a bit carried away... Please do leave any you can come up with in the comments, though!

Goodnight!

Market failure

Sorry about the lack of post last night, my internet petered out about 15 minutes after I turned on my computer. Alas!

I was going to tell you all about the cheap beauty products I got at the random beauty sample sale at work, but then this happened: NEWS! (Couldn't find a more impressive news source, as all good journalists are in bed by now)

Yes, the dreaded signal failures return.

My train was slowed to a crawl on the way into Waterloo this morning because of what seemed to be the same signal problems that they had on Monday, and when I tried to get home this evening, they were still trying to sort it out. Lots of trains cancelled, no intelligible statement of what was going on at Waterloo, delayed trains crawling between signals. I got off the train at Woking an hour and a half after I got on one at Waterloo (I had to change at Guildford which, incidentally, is about 15 minutes past Woking, essentially adding an extra half hour of pointless back-tracking to my journey).

I'm very sick of South West Trains. They have a monopoly on services in the area, and short of finding the money for driving lessons, insurance, petrol and, of course, a car, I've got no other options besides walking or learning to fly. Neither is going to get me to work on time.

Given that I pay over £80 a week for the privilege of travelling with them, I would really like to actually get an apology when something like this happens, and be offered better options than "Well, a train should be going back in that direction at some point..." This is the second time this week this has happened, and given how often they reduce services on weekends for engineering works, I don't think it's unreasonable to expect signalling problems to improve.

So, South West Trains: either improve your service or reduce your prices.

Rant over. Hopefully I will be less grumpy tomorrow! Sometimes I hate this commuting life.

Goodnight!

Tuesday times

I had another weekday day off today, hence early blogging. I'm also trying to make sure I actually get to blog tonight, as my broadband has been getting absolutely throttled these past couple of evenings. Stupid Sky. Stupid working for the evil media tsar who is denying me internet. 

I managed to get all of my washing done today, which is no mean feat, and also strolled into town for banking fun and groceries. While I was there, I had what the boyf would call a 'shopccident'...

It was reduced from £55 and it isn't black, so Jumanji will be pleased. I regret nothing!

The sun has come back (for today at least...) which is a relief as yesterday was a continuation of the monsoon theme. I also had all sorts of commuting fun last night, as there was some massive signal failure problem outside Waterloo when I was trying to get the train home. Every single train was delayed, and none of the screens that tell you which train is leaving from which platform were working. I eventually got on one after interrogating a couple of station employees, managed to get a seat (although next to an American man who was chain-banana-eating, sadly) and half an hour later the train left! It took about 50 minutes to get back to Woking, because the driver had to be talked past every signal. I was one of the lucky ones - shortly afterwards, they just cancelled all trains.

That's it for now, as I'm off to make an early supper!

Good evening!

Monsoon

Apparently June is the month for the European Monsoon, which explains why it was raining so hard today and why the weathermen have suddenly become so doom-and-gloom.

I should probably have started with an explanation for why I haven't posted in a while. I've been in Scotland, staying with my family and eating too much. I got back last night, but was far too tired (and distracted by Doctor Who) to blog. 

Tonight I'm also exhausted, but this time it's because I was almost one of the only two people in the Register at work today. This wouldn't have been such a big deal if one of us was a production person, but alas, we weren't (although I did have to break out MS Paint again. I get the job done, one pixel at a time) and mild panic ensued. It turns out that the calendar has been somehow messed up, which explains why I was working two Sundays in a row. Thankfully, we were able to radio for backup, and the day was saved.

I am, however, utterly paranoid that Thatcher is going to die any minute. Journalistic sources say she's on her last legs. We have everything (mostly) ready to commemorate her milk-snatching career, but I'd rather we got to deal with it when plenty of us are in!

Therefore, for now I am going to boil my Scottish adventures down to a single picture so I can go to bed. Carrot cake: 

Probably the best cake in the world

Goodnight!