What happened today? I'm not sure, you tell me, ha ha! But seriously, the events that unfolded for me will appear a little further down the page, in the meantime, here is the news;
A hawk that went missing recently has been found. A member of the public spotted it on Wimbledon Common. It was picking up rubbish, and looking for anything it could to recycle!
Could it have been a Womble in Hawks clothing? That was just one one news story I saw on the BBC Breakfast programme I watched before departing for work.
Whilst at work the following things were either seen, read or discussed; luckily none of them were discussting (disgusting!)
In the course of my working day I see a lot of names, some normal, like Mr Smith or Mrs Jones, some not so normal, like Mrs Havacock, and then there are the ones that sound vaguely reminiscent of other things, like Dr Moolla - he must be made of money! For those of you that are not familiar with certain British slang terms, Moolla means money. For example, "You see that geezer over there, he's got loads of moolla in his pocket".
Names are great things to see a lot of throughout your day, especially when you need one for a short story. I don't just do this you know! oh no, I'm also a member of a writing group that meets twice a month. Our beloved leader (of the group that is, not David Cameron, or the Queen, as he's better known;-) has decreed that before our next meeting we are to each write a 250 to 500 word story about a writer with writers block. That is going to be a very empty page, methinks!
Getting back to today's events, I had a discussion with a colleague regarding the meat substitute product Quorn. If you are not a vegetarian, or never eaten meat substitutes before, or simply hate the idea of eating something made from Fungi, you may want to ignore this bit; believe me though when I say this stuff ain't so bad. The reason this came up for discussion was that I had just written a joke based on one of the products in their range, and wanted to make sure I had used the correct terminology in the set up. The joke goes thus; What do you call baked goods made from Macro-biotic Fungi? Quornish pasties! I am convinced it doesn't sound right, especially as he then asked me if they are from Cornwall (the company not the pasties) but, alas, my colleague wasn't able to quantify this, mostly because he doesn't like the idea of eating fungi based foods: except mushrooms, of course! In the midst of this conversation he also informed me that, instead of BBC Radio 1 being the station of choice in his part of the building, he would rather listen to the Wimbledon coverage on BBC Radio 5 Live. Being the silly and (sometimes) dirty minded kind, I suggested he just wanted to listen to the ladies as they grunted their way through their serves. He promptly dismissed this as conjecture, plain and simple. The station being played in my part of the building was Planet Rock. Although I like rock music, it wouldn't necessarily be my station of choice; seeing as how there is no such thing as Planet Indie, I had to endure some of the songs I don't really care for. That's okay if you believe you only need five CDs in your collection, and they all consist of the best of 70's Rock.
The working day was coming to an end, and with that in mind I will leave you with this moment of madness from my colleague Esther; she turned to me and said "I can hear voices - its almost as if someone is singing to me...oh hang on, its ok, its my phone"
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