Thursday, 10 November 2011

A Post With A Ridiculous Amount Of Labels

So, yes, a few random things, that are really just the tip of the iceberg of life this week.

Actually, who knows - its been a week when I dreamt I worked with the mother of 3 men (which, in my dream, made them brothers?? Was I getting confused with the Bee Gees???? Was this anything to do with Lulu getting voted off Strictly?) in Wire http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wire_(band). The mother had a  hairdo like Cousin Isobel out of Downton Abbey, but in a more Debbie Harry way.

  
.... Lulu being Mrs Gibb



 Cousin Isobel. Not Lulu. Nor Debbie Harry


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Among the recession-inspired and genuine 40's graphics around at the moment, I like this poster, on ebay:




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Watched Rolf "National Treasure" Harris being interviewed by Piers Morgan* at the weekend  and thought  when he was young he was the spit of someone around at the moment. Of course, I've now forgotten who that someone was.... anyone see any resemblance???





*I'd love to write the name that Private Eye call him but you might be eating...



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Yesterday I accidentally invented a new method of Cracking The Admin Laziness Problem. Formerly known as the Cupboard of Doom, or Ignore It Until It Ceases To Be Relevant. Yesterday our internet was down... after 15 minutes of headless chicken behaviour (from me, the kids were fine about it) where I didn't really know What To Do Instead Of Wasting Time Online Stalking Caitlin Moran And Grace Dent On Twitter, I had a brainwave. While the sheets were in the washing machine, I blitzed my stagnant pile of rubbish tossed into a wooden wine box on the shelf my intray. 45 minutes, once a week - its the way forward.

6 comments:

Kim said...

Funny you mentioned the Bee Gees. My son has been playing his guitar, keyboards and singing to the BeeGee's music all week! Aughh. I guess they are going to have a resurgence or at least in the mind of the band he plays in.

Kylie said...

I live rather close to Rolf Harris's childhood home...just a bit of useless trivia for your Friday arvo...
What do they call him? I'm not eating.

trashsparkle said...

wow Kim - spooky - that's so funny. Are the Bee Gees infiltrating anyone else, apart from your son's band and my dreams? Please tell me the band are not going the full hog with the white suits??? You would stop them, right?;) The 14 year old might drift into being in a band... he's discovering some fairly cool rock tracks, and now likes Editors (yes, he definitely is my son) but so far just listening, not playing...x

oh Kylie - you live near the birthplace of the Great Rolf? Of the solemn (late 60s?) "2 Little Boys". And Animal Hospital. I was fascinated to find out, after the sniggers about him painting the Queen, that his grandfather had painted her grandfather. And if its still safe to put this in print.... Mr Morgan is "Pierced Organ". Hope that's really made your day;)x

Kim said...

I can't stand to hear one more BeeGee's song! They are stuck in my mind. My son can hit the high notes and hears they are back on the trail and need some one to join them. He has high hopes! Auggghh. white suits? aughhh

Johnpatrickhiggins said...

I feel your admin blues. Though I tend to find that if I ignore it until it ceases to be relevant I tend to get put in prison. But, and here's an important thing, you will NEVER be completely on top of it. These things have Hydra heads, you hack a stack of papers back two more replace them. It's not natural, and desperately unfashionable, to be in complete control of your paperwork. Just show willing and go about your day. It is enough.

trashsparkle said...

I still have no idea who I thought Rolf Harris looked like... and, it seems, nor has anyone else. Oh well...

John, I agree with you about how Stepford Wives it is to be on top of the admin.... unfashionable too; now that's good. The 45mins per week system has already failed, as I knew it would. But there are no bailiffs, just a small matter of trying to find a receipt to take a broken thing back to Argos. It would be worth £50 if I found it...