I was (un?)lucky enough to work for a while at my local Co-op, and I can assure you that the outdated greetings card kerfuffle would never have happened there - they had us putting out Easter eggs on Christmas Eve...
How on earth are you able to draw with such delicacy on a moving tube train? I can barely eat a bag of crisps on there without moving like I have some kind of advanced nervous disorder!
I wish I could introduce that Victorian writer to Jemma Redgrave's incredible laugh! For anyone who's unfamiliar (1) where have you been? and (b) here: https://youtu.be/Mwe4CIBQIO4?si=mCfNSvhq_GsvvzAD
Heading in today's Guardian: "Exclusive: Syndicate agreed to lend up to €640m to Allwyn in 2020, two years before contract awarded." They're really taking this Best Village thing seriously.
Actually this is very ancient wisdom. According to Ayurveda, laughter is one of the things which shorten one's life, along with strenuous exercise, excessive talking and sex. So I'm trying to compensate for all the laughing by avoiding sports, sex and conversation.
Well, the joke's on those ancient Ayurvedic scholars, because noted Cardiologist Dr. Madan Kataria did serious research on laughter as the best medicine and then consulted with his wife, Madhuri Kataria, who is a yoga instructor, to create the practice of Laughter Yoga!
You may be able to find (or start) a Laughter Yoga club near you. If not, just listen to John Finnemore's Souvenir Program until your jugular is fully distended.
Hi John. I was delighted to pass you while on my way to the Cecil Sharp House try-out on the 12th, but later felt that my cries of "John! JOHN!" might have been just a little intrusive. I'm sorry if so. But having a quick word with you did make my day, so thanks for your patience.
I'm intrigued by Allwyn. At present it feels a bit like a cross between Llareggub and Ambridge Accidentally. But that's just my imagination, running away with me.
PS Somewhere on YouTube is a video of a tiny kitten who is very indignant that his adoptive brother (a baby skunk) has learned to walk at a younger age than him. Can recommend if you're still feeling the need for Tiny Kittens.
PPS On the subject of tiny kittens (sort of), what's the weirdest thing you've ever seen an animal do? (I once, while walking home late on an autumn night, saw a half-grown kitten dart out of the shadows between houses and eat an entire dropped Dorito off the pavement. Healthy kitten with a good home, as far as I could tell (bit too dark to assess a black kitten by sight, but I stroked them afterwards and they had good body condition, sleek silky clean-feeling fur, no scabs or parasites that I could feel, etc.) - evidently just a fan of Doritos. On the horizontal plane, that Dorito was the same size as the kitten's head, but they ate the lot with no difficulty.)
On the subject of old cards: a few months ago, in WHSmiths (I was just there to use the Post Office kiosk), I spotted a birthday card which I recognised from my dad's fortieth birthday. (A suggestion that it could be worse [because] in cat years the recipient would be almost two hundred, a cartoon image of an elderly cat, and - most memorable - a badge reading, "Yesterday I was 39".)
My dad is now in his early sixties.
I have no idea whether these cards have been so popular that they're still in print, or whether these are vintage ones which have sat around since the early 2000s, but either way there's a slight but definite chance of receiving the same card for my own fortieth (not enough years away) as my dad did for his.
Dear Airport,
Love,
Me
I was (un?)lucky enough to work for a while at my local Co-op, and I can assure you that the outdated greetings card kerfuffle would never have happened there - they had us putting out Easter eggs on Christmas Eve...
How on earth are you able to draw with such delicacy on a moving tube train? I can barely eat a bag of crisps on there without moving like I have some kind of advanced nervous disorder!
I wish I could introduce that Victorian writer to Jemma Redgrave's incredible laugh! For anyone who's unfamiliar (1) where have you been? and (b) here: https://youtu.be/Mwe4CIBQIO4?si=mCfNSvhq_GsvvzAD
Oh wow - my new favourite laugh is Peter Davison laughing at her laugh!
I defy anyone not to at least smile at Jemma's absurd laugh. It's just so glorious and as Catherine says, you can hear it right through the building!
Heading in today's Guardian: "Exclusive: Syndicate agreed to lend up to €640m to Allwyn in 2020, two years before contract awarded." They're really taking this Best Village thing seriously.
Actually this is very ancient wisdom. According to Ayurveda, laughter is one of the things which shorten one's life, along with strenuous exercise, excessive talking and sex. So I'm trying to compensate for all the laughing by avoiding sports, sex and conversation.
Well, the joke's on those ancient Ayurvedic scholars, because noted Cardiologist Dr. Madan Kataria did serious research on laughter as the best medicine and then consulted with his wife, Madhuri Kataria, who is a yoga instructor, to create the practice of Laughter Yoga!
https://www.laughteryoga.org/
You may be able to find (or start) a Laughter Yoga club near you. If not, just listen to John Finnemore's Souvenir Program until your jugular is fully distended.
Number 3 is me after sweeping crumbs from my carpet, where did you find my photo album and can I have it back please?
Your ability to put me into a state of painful excitement and agitation is truly appreciated!
I know, right? He really knows how to distend my jugular!
Hi John. I was delighted to pass you while on my way to the Cecil Sharp House try-out on the 12th, but later felt that my cries of "John! JOHN!" might have been just a little intrusive. I'm sorry if so. But having a quick word with you did make my day, so thanks for your patience.
I'm intrigued by Allwyn. At present it feels a bit like a cross between Llareggub and Ambridge Accidentally. But that's just my imagination, running away with me.
All the best.
Please don’t exclude us more financially challenged from your newsletter.
PS Somewhere on YouTube is a video of a tiny kitten who is very indignant that his adoptive brother (a baby skunk) has learned to walk at a younger age than him. Can recommend if you're still feeling the need for Tiny Kittens.
PPS On the subject of tiny kittens (sort of), what's the weirdest thing you've ever seen an animal do? (I once, while walking home late on an autumn night, saw a half-grown kitten dart out of the shadows between houses and eat an entire dropped Dorito off the pavement. Healthy kitten with a good home, as far as I could tell (bit too dark to assess a black kitten by sight, but I stroked them afterwards and they had good body condition, sleek silky clean-feeling fur, no scabs or parasites that I could feel, etc.) - evidently just a fan of Doritos. On the horizontal plane, that Dorito was the same size as the kitten's head, but they ate the lot with no difficulty.)
On the subject of old cards: a few months ago, in WHSmiths (I was just there to use the Post Office kiosk), I spotted a birthday card which I recognised from my dad's fortieth birthday. (A suggestion that it could be worse [because] in cat years the recipient would be almost two hundred, a cartoon image of an elderly cat, and - most memorable - a badge reading, "Yesterday I was 39".)
My dad is now in his early sixties.
I have no idea whether these cards have been so popular that they're still in print, or whether these are vintage ones which have sat around since the early 2000s, but either way there's a slight but definite chance of receiving the same card for my own fortieth (not enough years away) as my dad did for his.
I thought I had the World's Biggest Purse. I might need to get into a Giant Purse-Off with the big guy.
I didn't realize that Michael Caine had been a superlative laughter model quite so early in his career.
I knew that my knowledge of tenrecs would come in handy one of these days!