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... Plain wierd, with a sort of fidgety energy. Imagine you have run out of dance floor steam, but have no hope of sleep for hours to come* and then this comes on. The next day you aren't sure if you imagined that mashup of 2 Live Crew, Supertramp and Marvin Gaye.
(By DJBC.)
*Which means, probably, imagining also that it is 10 years ago.
There is a headline in today's FT that reads: 'Two fractious Belgiums' (introducing a feature about divisions in the country).
I suppose it doesn't come up that often, but I like the idea of the plural of Belgium as Belgia.
Such as, for example, the correct rhythm to use when giving out a phone number.
I asked a friend for his mobile number the other day and he said:
'XXXX XXXX XXX'
Which sounds like this: dum, diddy dum dum. Dum, diddy dum. Dum, dum, dum.
Which is just plain wrong.
It should, of course, be:
Dum, diddy, dum dum dum. Dum, dum, dum. Dum, dum, dum.
Or: XXXXX XXX XXX.
I am however torn on the correct rhythm for giving out fixed line numbers in London. The first 7 or 8 is technically not part of the area code any more, which is 020. But two consecutive bursts of four digits sounds much worse than a cluster of three, followed by the last four.
So my head says: 020 XXXX XXXX
But my hear says: 0207 dum, dum, dum. Dum, diddy, dum dum.
Let's face it, long-distance relationships never work in the long run. But we can still be friends, right?
It's not you, it's me.
Love,
Plain White T
You can reheat tea in a microwave.
The undrunk cup of tea is the emblem of childcare. You optimistically make them during the lulls and then abandon them around the house in (often literal) pursuit of your parental duty.
I now know that they can be salvaged with a quick blast of radiation* and taste almost as good as new.
*Only use microwaves. Never gamma rays. Otherwise you will create Hulk tea, which will fight injustice but have an awful temper and be incapable of holding down relationships.
By Team 9. It's the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the Three Degrees - When will I see my cheated heart?
I was in a crowded IKEA showroom the other day and I overheard the following exchange:
First Woman: (smugly, as if unveiling brilliant new scientific discovery) See, I told you so. Isn't it great?
Second Woman: (with awed humility, as if experiencing revelation) Wow! I can't believe I've never been here before.
The only possible explanation is that they were inhabiting an alternative universe where shopping in IKEA is a pleasurable experience.
