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Wednesday.
Jun. 7th, 2006 11:50 amIn an attempt to avoid saying silly things like "Wednesday: The final frontier" or "Wednesday: Stretching on beyond the human imagination", the only thing my brain has been able to come up with is
"Wednesday. June. Ladies' Singles, third round.
The ball-boys are asked what's the state of the ground..." which isn't really much help. [*]
To the Canal Cafe again on Monday; drank some Belgian cherry beer and saw a duo called Penny Spubb's Party, who were daft (in a good way)- I loved the tiny shoe shop and the Jurassic Park with balloons; and We Are Klang (not quite as scary as last time I saw them). Occasional mutters in both of "that's not working", more than occasional suppressed giggles in Klang- I must get to Edinburgh one year and see some final versions of shows!
BBC7 has outdone itself in trifficness and is airing Lionel Nimrod's Inexplicable World again, starting tonight. Come with me into the swirling mists of human inadequacy!
[*] Flanders and Swann's Wimbledon, if you were thinking "ooh, that's familiar, what on earth is it? That's going to annoy me all day now." (All together now:
"Here sits a figure one always forgets-
the Umpire upon whom the sun never sets.") ETA: Apparently written by Betjeman, F&S only performed it. We apologise for any inconvenience caused to your mental categorisations.
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"Wednesday. June. Ladies' Singles, third round.
The ball-boys are asked what's the state of the ground..." which isn't really much help. [*]
To the Canal Cafe again on Monday; drank some Belgian cherry beer and saw a duo called Penny Spubb's Party, who were daft (in a good way)- I loved the tiny shoe shop and the Jurassic Park with balloons; and We Are Klang (not quite as scary as last time I saw them). Occasional mutters in both of "that's not working", more than occasional suppressed giggles in Klang- I must get to Edinburgh one year and see some final versions of shows!
BBC7 has outdone itself in trifficness and is airing Lionel Nimrod's Inexplicable World again, starting tonight. Come with me into the swirling mists of human inadequacy!
[*] Flanders and Swann's Wimbledon, if you were thinking "ooh, that's familiar, what on earth is it? That's going to annoy me all day now." (All together now:
"Here sits a figure one always forgets-
the Umpire upon whom the sun never sets.") ETA: Apparently written by Betjeman, F&S only performed it. We apologise for any inconvenience caused to your mental categorisations.
Shark Hat: The blog that relieves irritations that were its own stupid fault to begin with. When you're miffed by foolish quotations, ask for Shark Hat, biff it upon the nose, and feel instant relief. That's Shark Hat, the only selachian-based source of fifty-year-old comedy quotes on LJ at this precise moment. Ask for it by name. Jump up and down and hold your breath until you get some Shark Hat. Jump up and down more when you do get it.
Shark Hat: Guaranteed to make all life's petty problems fade into insignificance.
