There has been outrage in Norway, after Reverend Einar Gelius publicly thanked God for Vålerenga's victory over Rosenborg!
And to think I thought God was an Arsenal fan!
Vålerenga vs Rosenborg
Monday, October 18, 2004
Friday, October 15, 2004
Expressions 2004
As I write, the Buy As You View Cory Band will be filling the Regent Hall with beautiful music, but it pails into insignificance compared to Expressions last night.
This is a great start to the season for both the Band and Songsters, and last night was no exception.
It was also my home debut festival as a percussionist.
We started with the festival arrangement "Just Like John", with typical Regent Hall Band moving round and standing up in convenient places.
The songsters contributed a few songs, and even encompassed the occasion by including movements in one piece.
The front row of the congregation, or do I mean audience was, of course, made up of the young people, who took it upon themselves to laugh at ecerything we did. They were especially amused by the marching band, who did a "special" rendition of Stars and Stripes.
The guest soloist for the evening was Carl Saunders, who played "When I Remember", "Questions" and "The Amazing Mr Leidzen" in his own inimitable style.
On a personal note, I would like to say it was good to have a proper cornet player around, rather than these ISB and Guards Band types.
The light moment came when the Amazing Mr Whitmore was featured on xylophone, with his 2 "babes", a false moustache, a waistcoat and a blindfold!
The band's big piece for the evening was Eric Ball's classic tone poem, Resurgam.
I can't describe how good it was to be playing the music of such a great, and the reception was brilliant. Credit must be due to Penny, who as always, compiled a very effective multimedia presentation, which only added to the overall effect of the music.
On the whole, a great evening, and my timping/glockenspielende debut went well.
Roll on next year, I think!
This is a great start to the season for both the Band and Songsters, and last night was no exception.
It was also my home debut festival as a percussionist.
We started with the festival arrangement "Just Like John", with typical Regent Hall Band moving round and standing up in convenient places.
The songsters contributed a few songs, and even encompassed the occasion by including movements in one piece.
The front row of the congregation, or do I mean audience was, of course, made up of the young people, who took it upon themselves to laugh at ecerything we did. They were especially amused by the marching band, who did a "special" rendition of Stars and Stripes.
The guest soloist for the evening was Carl Saunders, who played "When I Remember", "Questions" and "The Amazing Mr Leidzen" in his own inimitable style.
On a personal note, I would like to say it was good to have a proper cornet player around, rather than these ISB and Guards Band types.
The light moment came when the Amazing Mr Whitmore was featured on xylophone, with his 2 "babes", a false moustache, a waistcoat and a blindfold!
The band's big piece for the evening was Eric Ball's classic tone poem, Resurgam.
I can't describe how good it was to be playing the music of such a great, and the reception was brilliant. Credit must be due to Penny, who as always, compiled a very effective multimedia presentation, which only added to the overall effect of the music.
On the whole, a great evening, and my timping/glockenspielende debut went well.
Roll on next year, I think!
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
A few funny things from work
With it being the day of Odin (or Wodin), that is to say, Wednesday, I had the great privilege of a day at THQ.
I was kindly woken at around 6.00am and felt obliged to go to the station to go to work. As is the custom on mornings that I take the train, I picked up a "Metro", which I heard described as "a watered down Evening Standard, ready for early morning reading". I was astounded to find an article that caught my eye, purely because of the appearance of Daffyd, the only gay in the village, which stated an unbelievable fact.
In a survey by Padova University and the Royal Society, 200 men were questioned and astonishingly, 79% of homosexual men were gay.
Then something struck me. If only 79% of homosexual men are gay, that means the other 11% of homosexual men aren't gay. Surely 100% of homosexual men should be gay?
Anyway, I got off the train and was met by one of those pesky magazine distributors. In my early morning lack of concentration, I erred and made eye contact with her. she thrust a magazine into my hand and moved on to her next victim.
"What did she hand you?", I hear you ask.
A magazine called GAT
That is Girl About Town. Do I look like a girl? Do girls have low voices, stubble and wear a suit? No!
Even more troubling was the fact that the first page I opened to was the tuition adverts, offering such delights as IT training, spiritual healing and pole dancing lessons!
Does the magazine woman really think I can make it as a pole dancer?
The day at work itself was pretty average, though I did have a bit of banter with RSA, when I attempted to kick Paul as he was leaning over. RSA suggested that the notion of kicking him was rather tempting, especially as it was Paul.
Expressions is tomorrow, so you will probably get a write up on Friday. we can expect a great evening, with some "quality tunes" (to use street talk)
Timbo
I was kindly woken at around 6.00am and felt obliged to go to the station to go to work. As is the custom on mornings that I take the train, I picked up a "Metro", which I heard described as "a watered down Evening Standard, ready for early morning reading". I was astounded to find an article that caught my eye, purely because of the appearance of Daffyd, the only gay in the village, which stated an unbelievable fact.
In a survey by Padova University and the Royal Society, 200 men were questioned and astonishingly, 79% of homosexual men were gay.
Then something struck me. If only 79% of homosexual men are gay, that means the other 11% of homosexual men aren't gay. Surely 100% of homosexual men should be gay?
Anyway, I got off the train and was met by one of those pesky magazine distributors. In my early morning lack of concentration, I erred and made eye contact with her. she thrust a magazine into my hand and moved on to her next victim.
"What did she hand you?", I hear you ask.
A magazine called GAT
That is Girl About Town. Do I look like a girl? Do girls have low voices, stubble and wear a suit? No!
Even more troubling was the fact that the first page I opened to was the tuition adverts, offering such delights as IT training, spiritual healing and pole dancing lessons!
Does the magazine woman really think I can make it as a pole dancer?
The day at work itself was pretty average, though I did have a bit of banter with RSA, when I attempted to kick Paul as he was leaning over. RSA suggested that the notion of kicking him was rather tempting, especially as it was Paul.
Expressions is tomorrow, so you will probably get a write up on Friday. we can expect a great evening, with some "quality tunes" (to use street talk)
Timbo
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
The Playlist Game
Some of you may have heard of this, but I recently discovered the wonder and mystery of "The Playlist Game".
The rules are simple. Load up your music player, hit random, and then list the first lines of the first 10 songs played.
Then all you have to do is guess what songs are what, and who sang them.
Thus:-
1. "I will follow him"
2. "Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy?"
3. "When I'm tired, and nothing's going right for me"
4. "See reflections on the water"
5. "Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away"
6. "Pie Jesu, pie Jesu"
7. "Oh no! Gone and put my foot in it again"
8. "Someday, when I'm awfully low"
9. "I knew a man, Bojangles and he'll dance for you"
10. "Hail holy queen enthroned above"
Some are super easy, and some are really not!
Leave your answers in the comments
Have fun!
Tim
The rules are simple. Load up your music player, hit random, and then list the first lines of the first 10 songs played.
Then all you have to do is guess what songs are what, and who sang them.
Thus:-
1. "I will follow him"
2. "Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy?"
3. "When I'm tired, and nothing's going right for me"
4. "See reflections on the water"
5. "Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away"
6. "Pie Jesu, pie Jesu"
7. "Oh no! Gone and put my foot in it again"
8. "Someday, when I'm awfully low"
9. "I knew a man, Bojangles and he'll dance for you"
10. "Hail holy queen enthroned above"
Some are super easy, and some are really not!
Leave your answers in the comments
Have fun!
Tim
What's a Weblog? Don't Even Ask
I was doing some uni reading when I came upon this site. It might give you a brief idea of the wonderful world of blogging
What's a Weblog? Don't Even Ask
Tim
What's a Weblog? Don't Even Ask
Tim
Thursday, October 07, 2004
The Reading Festival... Returns
Note that this is an edited version of the original, which is now known to many
On Saturday, Lou, Jo and I decided to go to the Reading Festival. No, not the one with the cool rock and pop bands, the one with two Jonnys and Nick Samuel!
We set off at about 3pm and had soon got on to the subject of being sick in cars. This topic was regurgitated (excuse the pun!) several times throughout the day.
By the time we had got along one junction of the M25, Lou had had two small incidences with other road users. Tim had also been berated for bringing his two lovely companions into traffic.
As the car confectionery administrator, Jo was quite generous in sharing 6 packets of Haribo with us, as well as the 3 bags of sweets that I had brought along. At the time of writing, Lou claims she didn't need to bring sweets, as she had provided the car.
Having escaped the "total gridlock", we progressed a few junctions of the motorway.
It must be noted that both Lou and Jo are not unattractive, yet they were surprised to find that they were being ogled by various motorists, some young and some old,
Some men and some not. But the pinnacle of this came when two blokes in an ancient BMW took video footage of Lou as she was driving. It is worth noting that Lou was wearing a strapless top, which she assures me makes her look topless when she is driving. This could explain the funny looks and video filming.
We finally arrived on the M4 and found that Lou's fuel gauge light had come on, which caused mild panic, as we had about 4 junctions to do. Upon entering Reading along "Shenfield Road" we found a petrol filling station, where Lou put £16.08 worth of fuel in.
We soon found the school, but sadly we felt the need to search for some fast food. After a few hairy moments at junctions, we found ourselves driving along the High St. So we went round the one way system again and into the car park we were aiming for in the first place.
We parked up and went on our way to Burger King, though we were slightly delayed as Jo couldn't walk up the escalator in her noisy and un-sensible shoes.
When we ordered from Dun Xiao Ping (or whatever she was called) who got our order a bit wrong. Thankfully we got an extra bag of chips, as Jo ate most of mine. (I have heard that food from other people's plates don't contain any Weight Watchers points, but I am dubious!)
Having found two sets of locked toilets, Jo fought her way back down the non-moving escalator, and back to the car park.
When we finally left the car park, the task of navigating back to the school fell to me. Now the girls were mightily ungrateful at me getting them from Chelmsford to Reading, but again I was berated for getting them a bit lost in the one way system.
Upon our arrival, we parked up on a bit of grass, and made our way across the building site/field to the theatre. We got ourselves seated, and the girls went to "freshen up". Twenty minutes later, they came back, and I had about 2 minutes to go and "freshen up" and get back. Apparently there was a queue! (I never understand why women queue for the toilet, rather than just going, peeing and leaving!)
The festival was rather uneventful, though brilliant to be at, especially for the alarmingly camp conducting from the Reverend Nick Samuel.
By about twenty minutes after the festival, Lou gave up her chances of seeing everyone she wanted to, and Jo and I had seen everyone we wanted to see, so we left.
Almost in tears to be leaving, we made our way back to the car.
Jo drove.
This was something of an experience! (I'm joking!)
We bantered to avoid tiredness until South Mimms services, where caffeine took over.
We got some drinks, and sat down at a table, where we were eyeballed by some woman on the next table. It must be noted that this woman was eating a full English fried breakfast, that is to say bacon, eggs, sausage, tomato, toast, beans, mushrooms and fried bread at 11pm! She was freaky, so Lou, in her typically unsubtle way, stared back and said "Oi! What you staring at?"
We also took some nice camera phone photos (which were unavailable at time of going to press!)
We couldn't stay in the services all night, so we "left the old bag to her fry up" motored on to the A12.
Upon arriving at the A12, the tiredness really kicked in, and the Songster CD went on. We proceeded to sing along to our own dear songster brigade, in varying styles, including Jo's excessively high singing, her Essex singing and best of all, her impressions of other not so good singers. I then took the mantle, by proffering my personal favourite, literally monotonous singing. Lou went really high, in a desperate attempt to imitate the whole soprano section, though she didn't sound too good.
Unfortunately by this time we arrived back home, rearing and ready for the coach to Bognor Regis for the Salvation Army's jolly good fun holiday week at Butlin's.
This was undoubtedly the best weekend I have had in a long time, and is on a close par with the band's visit to Lowestoft.
So, roll on the next time myself, Lou and Jo get together for a bit of banter!
On Saturday, Lou, Jo and I decided to go to the Reading Festival. No, not the one with the cool rock and pop bands, the one with two Jonnys and Nick Samuel!
We set off at about 3pm and had soon got on to the subject of being sick in cars. This topic was regurgitated (excuse the pun!) several times throughout the day.
By the time we had got along one junction of the M25, Lou had had two small incidences with other road users. Tim had also been berated for bringing his two lovely companions into traffic.
As the car confectionery administrator, Jo was quite generous in sharing 6 packets of Haribo with us, as well as the 3 bags of sweets that I had brought along. At the time of writing, Lou claims she didn't need to bring sweets, as she had provided the car.
Having escaped the "total gridlock", we progressed a few junctions of the motorway.
It must be noted that both Lou and Jo are not unattractive, yet they were surprised to find that they were being ogled by various motorists, some young and some old,
Some men and some not. But the pinnacle of this came when two blokes in an ancient BMW took video footage of Lou as she was driving. It is worth noting that Lou was wearing a strapless top, which she assures me makes her look topless when she is driving. This could explain the funny looks and video filming.
We finally arrived on the M4 and found that Lou's fuel gauge light had come on, which caused mild panic, as we had about 4 junctions to do. Upon entering Reading along "Shenfield Road" we found a petrol filling station, where Lou put £16.08 worth of fuel in.
We soon found the school, but sadly we felt the need to search for some fast food. After a few hairy moments at junctions, we found ourselves driving along the High St. So we went round the one way system again and into the car park we were aiming for in the first place.
We parked up and went on our way to Burger King, though we were slightly delayed as Jo couldn't walk up the escalator in her noisy and un-sensible shoes.
When we ordered from Dun Xiao Ping (or whatever she was called) who got our order a bit wrong. Thankfully we got an extra bag of chips, as Jo ate most of mine. (I have heard that food from other people's plates don't contain any Weight Watchers points, but I am dubious!)
Having found two sets of locked toilets, Jo fought her way back down the non-moving escalator, and back to the car park.
When we finally left the car park, the task of navigating back to the school fell to me. Now the girls were mightily ungrateful at me getting them from Chelmsford to Reading, but again I was berated for getting them a bit lost in the one way system.
Upon our arrival, we parked up on a bit of grass, and made our way across the building site/field to the theatre. We got ourselves seated, and the girls went to "freshen up". Twenty minutes later, they came back, and I had about 2 minutes to go and "freshen up" and get back. Apparently there was a queue! (I never understand why women queue for the toilet, rather than just going, peeing and leaving!)
The festival was rather uneventful, though brilliant to be at, especially for the alarmingly camp conducting from the Reverend Nick Samuel.
By about twenty minutes after the festival, Lou gave up her chances of seeing everyone she wanted to, and Jo and I had seen everyone we wanted to see, so we left.
Almost in tears to be leaving, we made our way back to the car.
Jo drove.
This was something of an experience! (I'm joking!)
We bantered to avoid tiredness until South Mimms services, where caffeine took over.
We got some drinks, and sat down at a table, where we were eyeballed by some woman on the next table. It must be noted that this woman was eating a full English fried breakfast, that is to say bacon, eggs, sausage, tomato, toast, beans, mushrooms and fried bread at 11pm! She was freaky, so Lou, in her typically unsubtle way, stared back and said "Oi! What you staring at?"
We also took some nice camera phone photos (which were unavailable at time of going to press!)
We couldn't stay in the services all night, so we "left the old bag to her fry up" motored on to the A12.
Upon arriving at the A12, the tiredness really kicked in, and the Songster CD went on. We proceeded to sing along to our own dear songster brigade, in varying styles, including Jo's excessively high singing, her Essex singing and best of all, her impressions of other not so good singers. I then took the mantle, by proffering my personal favourite, literally monotonous singing. Lou went really high, in a desperate attempt to imitate the whole soprano section, though she didn't sound too good.
Unfortunately by this time we arrived back home, rearing and ready for the coach to Bognor Regis for the Salvation Army's jolly good fun holiday week at Butlin's.
This was undoubtedly the best weekend I have had in a long time, and is on a close par with the band's visit to Lowestoft.
So, roll on the next time myself, Lou and Jo get together for a bit of banter!
Pas De Tiscali
Mon connection d'internet est mort!
Apologies to those expecting a blog this week, but my internet has been down since Saturday. When it comes back, I'll blog again
TTFN
Timbo
Apologies to those expecting a blog this week, but my internet has been down since Saturday. When it comes back, I'll blog again
TTFN
Timbo
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