Time Shift
Sep. 10th, 2007 07:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peterbirksThe light in the bathroom blew last night. A minor irritant, one might think. The problem is that bathroom lights, changing thereof, is frequently a more complex matter than the changing of lightbulbs in other rooms. Screws have to be unscrewed, and placed where you won't lose them (often a difficult task when you are standing on a ladder). Fitments have to be removed, lightbulbs unscrewed, new lightbulbs put in, and everything all put back the way it was; all the time while standing on a ladder. Indeed, the phrase "how many journalists does it take to change a lightbulb"? springs to mind.
Except that none of that has taken place yet. As Tristram Shandy might say, I get ahead of myself. I was too knackered to change it last night, and I didn't have time this morning. Instead I had the "joy" of using the bathroom this morning in semi-darkness. I seem to have got through it (literally) unscathed, although there was always the nagging fear that I was sitting on the train with a blob of hair gel sitting somewhere about my personage that I hadn't noticed, or that the right side of my face was oozing blood from a razor cut. But apparently not.
I checked out PokerNews before I came in (because it's impossible to access anything of use from my machine at work) and I saw that the Omaha came to an end roughly at the time that I was getting up. Poker is a game for night-owls and youngsters. If I had been playing PLO until 5am, I couldn't have told you what hand I had, even after someone had explained it to me. "How many cards do you use again?"
A tough week ahead. Sigh.
PJ
Except that none of that has taken place yet. As Tristram Shandy might say, I get ahead of myself. I was too knackered to change it last night, and I didn't have time this morning. Instead I had the "joy" of using the bathroom this morning in semi-darkness. I seem to have got through it (literally) unscathed, although there was always the nagging fear that I was sitting on the train with a blob of hair gel sitting somewhere about my personage that I hadn't noticed, or that the right side of my face was oozing blood from a razor cut. But apparently not.
I checked out PokerNews before I came in (because it's impossible to access anything of use from my machine at work) and I saw that the Omaha came to an end roughly at the time that I was getting up. Poker is a game for night-owls and youngsters. If I had been playing PLO until 5am, I couldn't have told you what hand I had, even after someone had explained it to me. "How many cards do you use again?"
A tough week ahead. Sigh.
PJ
Light bulbs
Date: 2007-09-11 09:38 am (UTC)Polly Toynbee replied that the lightbulb has in fact never been brighter since Gordon Brown became Prime Minister.
Richard Littlejohn complained that the only reason that the bulb blew in the first place was that it was a foreign, homosexual lightbulb.
George Monbiot said that the lightbulb shouldn't be changed and we should all sit in the dark and wait for our doom.
The bloke from the Express said we wouldn't need lightbulbs at all if Diana were still here to illuminate us all with her stellar beauty.
All the rest of them told me they were too busy organising a child-abduction witch-hunt.