The home of the haikulator

 

Links

My Stand-up & gigs
The Coding Craftsman
BurberryAndBroccoli
MarkInventions

The Musical!
Incredible Productions

apostrophell
backlash
incredible
haiku


Previous Posts

No Sleep Till Morning
Too Lazy By Far
Hitting The Wall
You're A Long Time Dead
Back In The Studio
Bugger In Rugger
On the move
A Jalopy And Jalapeno Jamboree
Hitting The Stride
Back and Forth

Blog Archives

January 1970
October 2001
November 2001
December 2001
January 2002
February 2002
March 2002
April 2002
May 2002
June 2002
July 2002
August 2002
September 2002
October 2002
November 2002
December 2002
January 2003
February 2003
March 2003
April 2003
May 2003
June 2003
July 2003
August 2003
September 2003
October 2003
November 2003
December 2003
January 2004
February 2004
March 2004
April 2004
May 2004
June 2004
July 2004
August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
August 2009
September 2009
January 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
June 2010
July 2010
August 2010
September 2010
October 2010
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
July 2011
August 2011
October 2011
December 2011
February 2012
March 2012
April 2012
May 2012
June 2012
July 2012
March 2013
April 2013
May 2013
June 2013
July 2013
August 2013
September 2013
October 2013
December 2013
January 2014
February 2014
March 2014
May 2014
July 2014
January 2015
February 2015
March 2015
April 2015
May 2015
June 2015
July 2015
August 2015
January 2016
February 2016
March 2016
April 2016
May 2016
July 2016
August 2017

Global Domination

Locations of visitors to this page

Tuesday, November 27

Out Of The Office

What a day for getting out of the office to somewhere else? In this case I went to two places. I went to the office of a company that we're working closely with in order to immerse myself in what's going on, so I can actually help make it work. It was a very productive meeting which started with my car being blocked in in the office car park back at my employer's, followed by a hurried lunch in a fleeting moment at Waitrose, and then the meeting.

The meeting overran significantly, but that was largely down to my own behaviour. I was somewhat engrossed and keen to find out more. So 6.30 ticked on by without my departure.

However, I had another out of office place to be. I had a gig in Coventry. It's only 90 or so miles, but those miles have to be driven and I needed petrol and I needed sustenance. Actually, the car uses diesel, but you get the idea.

I stopped at Oxford Services and bought something to eat. I visited the toilets in the petrol station where I bought (and when I say bought I mean signed for) the tank full of fuel. The toilet made me laugh. I wish I'd taken a picture of it, but it's weird taking photos of a toilet. They had one of those signs outside showing the number of minutes since the last clean. The sign is digital and says "we aim to clean this toilet every 45 minutes" and then shows the actual elapsed time. It was up to way over 300. Consequently, the toilet was in something of a state. I didn't mind. I can piss on anything. I did find it amusing, though, that their inadequacy was so bluntly illustrated on the sign before you even got to see the full horrors born out of their neglect of basic hygiene duties.

With my food I also impulse bought a Louis Armstrong double CD set. Then I was back onto the road to Coventry. The rest of the journey passed without incident - except... there was... well, the incident of the CD set being devoid of disks was a bit of a bugger. I realised then that I'd have to go back to Oxford services again that night.

I delivered the last sentence to you in a bit of a mock-dramatic way. Like the last line of a novel written in the first person. "I realised then, that I'd have to dig the grave myself and try to die in it in as dignified a manner as possible." Sort of thing. It's not the end of the world to have to take some CDs back to a service station you'll be passing in a few hours. It's just a little out of the ordinary. Still, there'd be a late night snack to look forward to.

Life isn't so bad for me. I have a lot of opportunity.

The gig itself was worth going to. I had a lovely time. I saw some acts I'd not seen before and, though worried about the time, discovered a fairly open-ended timeslot for me at the end of the gig, which I stuck 35 minutes of Ashley gold into. Well, it may have been silver or bronze, but you know what I mean.

I even used a semi-scripted heckler put down. Something to do with being sent to Coventry.

Then the long drive home, with the company of an act who'd missed his train... via Oxford Services.

It's not a bad life.


PS. I since discovered that the CDs provided for my 2 disc set relate to a different Louis Armstrong 2 disc set. It was then that I realised I'd have to go back to Oxford Services... again!!!

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home

All content ©2001 - 2012 Ashley Frieze