Dept of things I could really do without: what at first I thought was the alarm clock, but turned out to be the phone, so I guess it was somebody's wake-up call, just not one that was anything to do with me, some time in the middle of the night.
After the adrenaline spike had faded, got back to sleep. I hope the person who needed to get up at that ( Read more... )

Email heading: Last Chance for You to Reeply, which starts out by not invoking any confidence in their bona fides.

[X], a leading company in the sphere of placement, suggests you to get acquainted with the vacancy of motnh [at first I took this as an acronym for the company in question!], the offer of the company that has been co-operating with us ( Read more... )

Is it really terribly culture-bound of me? I would have thought that even if someone didn't read English, and thus could not understand 'No Entry', the fact that it was in red, and preceded by a red X, was pretty standard international signage convention for 'Not This Way'. Yet as I debouched from the exit gate at Euston this morning, I nearly ( Read more... )

Riffing off posts by rachelmanija here and the one she links to by telophase here.

I sometimes wonder if anyone feels 'normal'; and therefore whether there are just people who are better at walking the walk of normal than others and don't reveal their sense of 'OMG am different'.

I have quoted before Michel Faber's brilliant apercu:
Normal doesn't exist; everyone is ( Read more... )