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The Latest Craze

Record released on 2003-06-25 at 7:54 p.m.

Oh blimey, when was the last time I had a day which could be described as 'normal'?? My day involved a brand new sport called Platform Footballcricketbaseball, the possibility of a ceiling crashing down around us and a shopping telly executive being in my presence! Certainly not a normal day. But what passes for normal? I certainly don't know.

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Methinks most of the next few days will be spent on the computer. I want to get my Jaye site up and online because I've been trying to get that finished for ages now, and I need to work out how to work this thing because it looks foul at the moment but I've not had time to attack it with my vaguely memorised favourite HTML colours :) And I am also planning to do a lot of writing as well. I can't wait to get onto my shopping telly spoof.

I was minding my own business at work today when the doorbell rang and it was one of the workmen who have been digging up the pavement for weeks. Gill and I answered the door to find him standing there and saying apologetically, "'scuse me, love - I think we might have accidentally knocked some rubble through your ceiling...."

You see, what I may have forgotten to mention is that our building is actually underground! Now, I absolutely love that - it's kind of spooky and different - but the drilling of the road has been on level with our ceiling and the vibrations have given us headaches on more than one occasion. What we'd never realised was that on the pavement were a series of frosted glass 'bricks' that I thought were just for show but were actually supposed to let light into one of the rooms! They had started to drill these things and realised we were under them, and panicked that we'd got a ceiling on our heads!

Well, the three of us walked round and round, but alas there were no pieces of debris. Neither were there any bits of glass letting light through. When they completely renovated the place before we moved in they must have blocked it up and left it only for decoration but even so we couldn't work out where the actual bits of glass were above. Gill thought it was under the bed shop next door, but just before I left I tracked them down to being about the big meeting room at the end of the hall.

After a fruitless search for rubble, the workman gave us this piece of safety advice:

'If bits of ceiling start to fall down, come and tell us to stop drilling.'

Gee, thanks for that! I'd never have guessed that myself!

After work I actually felt more healthy than I have in about 6 months, so I went for a short walk. I do mean short, mind you. And I regretted it when I got home because I felt awful, but the walk itself was lovely. Peaceful.

When I got to the station, the peace was disturbed, but - oh my - the laughter....

There were a group of college students who'd just gotten out of their last day of the year and were celebrating by getting rid of their term's work, scrunching it up and throwing it around. One bright spark decided to turn one into a football and kicked it onto the rails. Another said, "Nah, let's play cricket!" and tried to make some stumps and bails but failed miserably. Someone supplied them with a porn magazine to use as a bat though, so as cricket was out they decided to play baseball instead. Except this was no ordinary game of Baseball. This was Platform Footballcricketbaseball.

One chap stood on the edge of the platform, with the 'ball' - a scrunched up piece of work. He bowled it to another boy who was using the magazine bat to try to hit it back. It was apparently acceptable to also kick it back. Either way, if the ball was returned the bowler had to try to catch it, and if he didn't and it sailed down onto the track then he was booed and jeered by the rest of the students.

This struck me as not only the most dangerous sight I'd ever seen - but also the funniest! I tried not to laugh but I couldn't help it. An attractive girl who looked like Vivki from eastenders was the best player. She got five paper balls in a row onto the tracks. As she went to screw up another one, the bowler cried, "Hey! What's that you're screwing up?!"

"It's only a text sheet!" she cried, "God! It's only a piece of friggin' tree for god's sake!"

"It's not a suicide note or anything!" another lad chimed in.

The bowler thought this was hilarious.

"I was going to commit suicide...." he said, "....But I played Baseball with my suicide note!"

I watched them gaining confidence in their new game until the bowler almost fell on the tracks and everyone gasped comically.

"The world's most dangerous games!" he cried as though inventing another reality TV show in the 'When *Whatever* Goes Bad* genre!

I was unbelievably disapponted when my train arrived.

I want tickets to that sport every day, please!

Back tomorrow - when I will also have the first of this year's Sampras-a-likes!

What's On: Airport by The Motors

Next: Singing 'AIRPORT!' at the top of my voice :)

Quote of the Moment: "You didn't tell me I might die playing it!"

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All lyrics ramblings � Little Miss X, with painkillers on backing vocals, 'toises on drums and Izzles on the musical toilet rolls. And if you would like to know more about the music *I* enjoy, see my playlist. Best viewed in 800x600 and with a pair of eyes and a sense of humour.With thanks to Diaryland.

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