Mars; red; diamond; fire

Mar 21, 2007 22:07

Zooming past the vernal equinox, and into Aries territory with a bang - the celebration of Scroobius' birthday in Farringdon last night. bigHair and I started as we meant to finish by packing away a swift pint even as we were supposed to be waiting for kadekraan outside the tube station; as the rest of the evening was an enjoyable pinot grigio-tinted hue, it's not altogether inexplicable that I felt a little dry-mouthed and strained this morning.

I was recovered enough by the afternoon to make very agitated noises when my manager excitedly suggested sending me to a Spanish-only customer in Madrid to do a site installation. Imagine - being yelled at in technical radio engineering jargon. In Spanish. By an angry customer. It would have marked a new low in Anglo-Spanish communications not seen since this:

Coming home, I bumped into my neighbour this evening. She complained about her downstairs neighbour, who sings evangelical songs at all hours of the day. He was apparently singing "Onward Christian Soldiers" at 5:30am the other morning. What's almost worse, his voice breaks when he tries to sing high notes. She's written to the council (who sent him a letter) and tried calling the police, but so far he's still wailing on.
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