midnight motorway noises
13 April 2006
dig deep
The ladies are on the run again.
Among them is my sister, Kirsty. She is running the 10k for Cancer Research UK. She also works for them and believes, like me, that the sposorship money she raises will help fund research into stopping cancer once and for all.
Below, is the link to her fundraising page. It is totally secure and if you can give a small amount then she and the charity will be very grateful.
Click here to sponsor Kirsty "fasterthanaspeedingbullet" Roche!
Among them is my sister, Kirsty. She is running the 10k for Cancer Research UK. She also works for them and believes, like me, that the sposorship money she raises will help fund research into stopping cancer once and for all.
Below, is the link to her fundraising page. It is totally secure and if you can give a small amount then she and the charity will be very grateful.
Click here to sponsor Kirsty "fasterthanaspeedingbullet" Roche!
09 April 2006
total university failure? it was worth it!!
We went to see "The Wolves in the Walls" last night. It was great, there are plenty of much better reviews of it elsewhere which I'm sure you can google. In the play is Lucy, and Lucy's only friend is little pig puppet. I think pig puppet was the hero of the show. Anyway, that's who pig puppet is, in case you wondered...
gilly says:i wonder if you will ever be able to get your own pig puppet
gilly says:that would be cool
suzie says:yeah id get one.
suzie says:i got an ed the duck for crisssakes
gilly says:ME TOO
gilly says:mine was michael jackson ed. with one spangly glove
suzie says:ew
suzie says:mine was just a plain one
gilly says:yeah. in context its a bit sick
gilly says:with hindsight
suzie says:eeeew
suzie says:eeeewey
gilly says:i had an ed the duck video too
suzie says:video? what dit do?
gilly says:it was him travelling around the world
gilly says:frank bruno was in it
gilly says:it was surreal
suzie says:weird
gilly says:i might spend the afternoon superimposing your head onto ed the ducks body
suzie says:good idea.
suzie says:really.
suzie says:do it
gilly says:k i doing it now
gilly says:i wonder if you will ever be able to get your own pig puppet
gilly says:that would be cool
suzie says:yeah id get one.
suzie says:i got an ed the duck for crisssakes
gilly says:ME TOO
gilly says:mine was michael jackson ed. with one spangly glove
suzie says:ew
suzie says:mine was just a plain one
gilly says:yeah. in context its a bit sick
gilly says:with hindsight
suzie says:eeeew
suzie says:eeeewey
gilly says:i had an ed the duck video too
suzie says:video? what dit do?
gilly says:it was him travelling around the world
gilly says:frank bruno was in it
gilly says:it was surreal
suzie says:weird
gilly says:i might spend the afternoon superimposing your head onto ed the ducks body
suzie says:good idea.
suzie says:really.
suzie says:do it
gilly says:k i doing it now
03 April 2006
urban gentrification scheme
Last night, on our way to the cinema, Chris and I encountered a beautiful fountain.
It was an enormous jet of water, spurting up out of a hole in the pavement to ten feet tall , then falling slowly and pitter pattering down on to the ground. It changes height like the equalizer line that goes up and down when you're listening to music. I imagine the song that's playing to be the French national anthem with lots of jazz flute.
I saw one of these fountains once before with Anneka and Fergus. Anneka came with welly boots and a little brolly. Fergus got a bit wet from playing in it and because he didn't have welly boots or a little brolly.
I was sitting at my computer today and I saw another one out the window, across the road. White water spraying up, glad to be out from the dark, dank under-glasgow world.
It is very exciting to see. The water looks so pleased to be free finally. It is a rare release of unrelenting, unexpected, completely unpredictable abandon.
I don't want to hazard a guess as to the scientific reason behind the increasing regularity of these urban springs. I'm sure all the man in the luminous yellow jacket has to do is turn a big iron red wheel clockwise somewhere nearby. It makes you wonder though. What if it happened in a football pitch during a game? Or in the pub? "Yeah, just a glass of water please barkeep..." What if it sprung up in the middle of your living room while you were watching a repeat of Changing Rooms? Could it be transformed with a couple of pebbles and some little froggy figurines into an attractive water feature? What if the whole city was on a giant water bed that some miscreant is going around puncturing with a knitting needle? At the moment I feel a bit like the ground is wobbling around underneath me but I never imagined...
Well, until Glasgow floats away into the distance, I'll let the noise of the new municipal fountain mingle with the midnight motorway noises. Until the man in the luminous yellow jacket comes. Until it happens again.
It was an enormous jet of water, spurting up out of a hole in the pavement to ten feet tall , then falling slowly and pitter pattering down on to the ground. It changes height like the equalizer line that goes up and down when you're listening to music. I imagine the song that's playing to be the French national anthem with lots of jazz flute.
I saw one of these fountains once before with Anneka and Fergus. Anneka came with welly boots and a little brolly. Fergus got a bit wet from playing in it and because he didn't have welly boots or a little brolly.
I was sitting at my computer today and I saw another one out the window, across the road. White water spraying up, glad to be out from the dark, dank under-glasgow world.
It is very exciting to see. The water looks so pleased to be free finally. It is a rare release of unrelenting, unexpected, completely unpredictable abandon.
I don't want to hazard a guess as to the scientific reason behind the increasing regularity of these urban springs. I'm sure all the man in the luminous yellow jacket has to do is turn a big iron red wheel clockwise somewhere nearby. It makes you wonder though. What if it happened in a football pitch during a game? Or in the pub? "Yeah, just a glass of water please barkeep..." What if it sprung up in the middle of your living room while you were watching a repeat of Changing Rooms? Could it be transformed with a couple of pebbles and some little froggy figurines into an attractive water feature? What if the whole city was on a giant water bed that some miscreant is going around puncturing with a knitting needle? At the moment I feel a bit like the ground is wobbling around underneath me but I never imagined...
Well, until Glasgow floats away into the distance, I'll let the noise of the new municipal fountain mingle with the midnight motorway noises. Until the man in the luminous yellow jacket comes. Until it happens again.
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