Wednesday 11 April 2007

Shortness of breath

Canucks. Playoffs. Nuff said.
But that wasn't the whole of my Wednesday, that was just the punctuation. Every time I forgot that this evening was all about the Canucks, I was reminded. My assistant Rob came in with his mac jacket buttoned all the way up to his chin.
'I've never seen a young man with his jacket buttoned up so far,' said Kris,
'Yeah, he doesn't want anyone to see he has his hockey jersey on underneath,'
'Oh.'

'Are you coming to the AGM Peter?'
'Canucks,'
'Oh.'

Und so weiter.

Ben is flying back. That was a tough trip to the airport. It was a tougher one back. Again, 'nuff said.

On Life on Mars, we're a week behind the UK. Gene Hunt is dressed as Tufty, the road safety squirrel. He looks well in it. Next week the series wraps for us, but I'm pleased that Gene has a spin-off series from the show. Nice one BBC.

It seems that the village of Bournville near Birmingham, after which the dark chocolate bar is named, is teetotal and has been since 1895. Each to her own I suppose, but that just seems un-British. I suppose it keeps the riff-raff out. And the normal people, and the interesting people.

Outside of my office window yesterday afternoon, three red-tailed hawks wheeled and soared. Hands up if anyone else can say that. I was in mid-phone conversation with Dr. A from UBC and like a Kindergarten child I just stopped in mid-sentence and gawped.

Field trip tomorrow. We're hunting for salamander spawn, just because we can. I love this job.

Shortness of breath? The schoolkids this morning were so insistent on going through the 'Coyote Tunnel' that I took them. It means leading them through a tunnel of blueberry bushes bent double. I have to go first 'just in case we meet a coyote', I promise that I'll wrestle it and throw it over my shoulder. In reality I go first so that they don't get poked in the eye with low-level bushes. But it fair winds me it does.
At the pond, I told them to look for bullfrogs, but all they spotted were evil buggy blue-eyed creatures.
'What are those called?' they asked me,
'Christmas light bulbs.'
'Oh.'

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

But what a game, eh? Four overtimes!

Anonymous said...

austen - what a joker, ay? do you have green and blacks in canada?

Anonymous said...

I can honestly say I did not see three red-tailed hawks wheel and soar outside your office window yesterday afternoon.

What is the name of the Indian restaurant you recommend in Southsea? Time I took Danny there.

Sleepy said...

Nigel.. I'd recommend The Indian Cottage and The Eastern Eye!

Schneewittchen said...

Nigel - The other one we like is the Goa.
Anon - Austen is in the UK

Schneewittchen said...

Ah, methinks I have been duped. My 'anon' is my own dear daughter, who bloody well knows where her brother lives since she virtually lives there too.
Yes, we have Green and Black's yummy organic chocolate, but please feel free to bring me some in the summer.
Any other green and blacks - I have no knowledge of.

Anonymous said...

Try 'The Goa' - best curry south of Brick Lane. And the waiters are very good fellows who put up with a lot of crap from the educationally challenged. Also, they pour me free beer whenever I go in to pick up a takeaway.