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The English and Snow

// February 23rd, 2010 // Comments // Not Serious, People, oddities

I wrote this post a month or so ago but forgot to put it up…

(good example of the topic of this post)

I’ve not been in Leipzig for a few weeks now and I hear the snow has arrived, this morning I was watching a little breakfast TV at Annett’s, the first time, well, since the last time I was at Annett’s I guess since I don’t have a TV and even if I did at the time I normally get up it would be lunchtime TV instead. In Amsterdam they have BBC, so it was English breakfast news TV. I’m aware the English has a reputation for talking about the weather. I don’t want to wander into too many cultural clichés, but spend 15mins with my Dad, or spend 15mins watching English breakfast TV and they’ll be absolutely no doubt about our preoccupation with the sky, and what might or might not fall from it. It’s snowing in England now, they told me on the breakfast news, actually that’s all they told me again and again. England during snow is a hilarious place. We get snow pretty much every year, at least once. Not always lots, but at least once a year at some point. Yet we react as if, completely out of the blue our right leg would just fall off right now, onto the floor as if it were a snap on plastic Mr Potato head leg. It’s not as if one person reacts like this, collectively as a nation we are scramble to understand why our right leg just fell off, what it means, when it will stop, how we reattach it, what will happen to the left leg and most importantly who is to blame?!?!

This is the scene across the nation as people rush to stand by their windows and inform everybody that:

“It’s snowing. Look at that!”
“Oh, did you see, it’s snowing?”
“Did you see, yeah? Come look! Do you see that? Oh, now we’re in for it. Put the radio on, check if your school is closed there’s snow out there. I better go out and de-ice the car and clear the path, it’s snowing. Call all the relatives and warn them it’s snowing.”
“Mum, I think they have windows.”
“Just do it. You can never be too careful with snow.”
“Pop the TV on! Let’s see what they are saying about the snow.”

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/sshb/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

“Good morning from us here at Hello Sunshine, Good Morning England Breakfast TV and today our top story is – BRITAIN IN CHAOS. A nation is gripped in terror today after the latest attack of – from frozen weather. It’s too early to tell who is to blame, an early report citing that Al-Qaeda have taken credit for the attack have not yet been confirmed.
Earlier we found this old man wandering the streets looking for his dog and asked him what he thought” -

Roving Reporter: “Old man wandering the streets, what do you think about the snow?”

Old man: “What?”

Roving Reporter: “The snow, what do you think about the snow?”

Old man: “Say what now? Go? I was already going it was you who stopped me, moron.”

Roving Reporter: “T-H-E S-N-O-W!”

Old man: “Oh snow. Never seen anything like it. Worst snow I’ve seen since 1940. Did you see my dog?”

Roving Reporter: “Where did you see it last sir?”

Old man: “Well if I remembered that, it would probably not be lost would it?”

Roving Reporter: “Fair point. Back to the studio.”

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/jollyboy/ / CC BY-SA 2.0

Studio news reporter 1: “Welcome back, an update now on our main story reports are coming from a reliable sources stating this is the worst snow outbreak since 1940. People are warned to stay in their homes at all times. Do not let your pets outside as we are hearing reports of pet loss caused by, yes you guessed it – the snow outbreak.”

Studio news reporter 2: “Next up here on Hello sunshine, good morning England Breakfast TV a special report – SNOW – the silent killer! Since the snow epidemic began its reign of terror over England estimates predict approximately 60 elderly people have died.

We are joined by the BBC’s health correspondent Moira Blankard, Moira 60 direct deaths from the snow? Can you tell us more?”

Moira Blankard: “Yes you are correct, Mike. We have now heard suggestions that up to 60 elderly people have now died as a direct result of contracting what we are now calling Snow Flu. Snow Flu which is of course the latest deadly flu to trouble middle-class people with too much time on their hands, who watch too much TV, coming directly after the Avian Flu and Swine Flu epidemics.”

Studio news reporter 2: “So can you tell us how soon these 60 people died after contracting Snow Flu?”

Moira Blankard: “At this point Keith we are not exactly sure since the old people were already sadly dead when we found them.”

Studio news reporter 2: “But you can confirm they had this deadly new flu strand?“

Moira Blankard: “Not exactly, but if you look out of your window you’ll see that’s snowing, and these old people were found just recently, after the first snow reports across the country, suggesting a strong correlation between snow flu and death.”

Studio news reporter 2: “Do we know how the virus is spread?”

Moira Blankard: “Yes, Stuart, good question, it appears it can be contracted as a direct result of contact with snow, or being cold in general for too long.”

Studio news reporter 2: “How long is too long?”

Moira Blankard: “Difficult to say, for the elderly any amount of time can be too long, since they are elderly and a stiff breeze can be enough to knock them into the next life in some cases, they do make a habit of dying.”

Studio news reporter 2: “What advice are the government giving to people then Moira? What can we be doing to reduce the risk of infection?”

Moira Blankard: “Layers, Mark. Layers. We are hearing some reports that you should take the number of layers you would normally wear and then time that number by the square route of your age to get an indication how many layers you should be wearing during the snow pandemic.”

Studio news reporter 2: “Thanks for joining us today, Moira!”

Moira Blankard: “Pleasure”.

Studio news reporter 2: “Now let’s go to Abbie Walsh with the weather. Got any good news for us Abbie?”

Abbie Walsh: “Haha. Oh I wish Rob, but unfortunately not at the moment, ha ha. Hi everyone and it’s only bad news from me, I’m afraid, let’s take a look at our map of the UK here. You can see as we’ve been reporting earlier in the show – SNOW!! Snow here in the north, east, south and also reports of snow here in the west. We are unsure how long the snow will last, it’s because of this area of low pressure here somewhere, hard to see it because of the snow, but it’s around here somewhere which is pushing down that already low pressure and it just makes things lower and all that pressure results in the snow you can see here and no doubt out of your windows as well, ha ha. Please be extra careful and where possible avoid all unnecessary trips at this time, we do have reports that in an obscure place you’ve never heard of they are reporting up to 100cms of snow fall. So to recap – a chilly few days ahead, stay indoors, layers.
Over to your Richard.”

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/stevey/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

Studio news reporter 1: “Thanks Abbie, let’s cross now to our reporter out on the street, no doubt a very chilly street. I’m rather glad to be in here, ha ha, Mark Williams joins us and he is in Birmingham. Morning Mark, how is the weather there?”

Roving Reporter: “Snow Sam, snow here. Just take a look around for yourself. Same story here in Birmingham. I’m standing surrounded by cars simply abandoned here probably because of the snow. People simply getting out and leaving their cars, preferring to try their luck walking in these treacherous conditions.”

Studio news reporter 1: “Oh that’s terrible, where specifically in Birmingham are you Mark?”

Roving Reporter: “I’m in a car park, Jimmy.”

Studio news reporter 1: “In a car park, and if you’ve just joined us, by way of a recap – the UK is under siege by a Snow Pandemic, our roving reporter Sam stands surrounded by empty abandoned cars in a car park in Birmingham.  Sam have you spoke to some of the local people in Birmingham, how are they coping?”

Roving Reporter: “Yes Phil, I’m actually joined now by a disgruntled man and an anxious woman.

Roving Reporter: “Disgruntled man, the snow, what are your thoughts?”

Disgruntled man: “Well I’m extremely disgruntled Sam, it’s chaos here in Birmingham. People unable to get to work, abandoned cars, dead old people, just a lot of disruption to normal routines. For example today is Tuesday, on Tuesday’s I like to hide in the woods near the High School and flash-sorry-monitor the girls there, you know to make sure they are safe from cyber bullying, anorexia etc. Couldn’t do that. School closed. Chaos. This is not life, is it? Just cut that middle bit out of the wotsit thingy, will ya?.”

Roving Reporter: “There you heard it from the horse’s mouth so to speak, ha ha ha, this disgruntled man reporting high levels of disgruntlement.

Now let’s turn to anxious woman, anxious woman, how are you coping?”

Anxious Woman: “Well, I’d just like to say that I’m extremely concerned and somewhat anxious about how we are going to get out of this situation. I personally blame the government, and foreigners.”

Roving Reporter: “You blame foreigners? What do they have to do with the snow?”

Anxious Woman: “Well, I’m not a racist, some of my best friends are 1/32 Irish after all, but I’m afraid Sam they are the straw that’s broken the proverbial camels back this time. Our transport system, heating, electricity systems, a nationwide network of service all pushed to breaking point at this time and would it be this way without all these foreigners here making demands of these services? Coming over here and taking our heating. I think, it’s the Governments fault for their lax immigration requirements. England for the English, heating for the cold, is that too much to ask Mr Prime Minister? Tell me that…”

Roving Reporter: “There you go, anxious woman and disgruntled man thanks for your thoughts. From a city in chaos, back to you in the studio Jack.”

Studio news reporter 1: “Thanks Sam. So you heard it here first foreigners – are they to blame for Snow Flu? We ask that question to the general public in our daily poll and the results are in:

13% voted: ‘Yes, probably.’

87% voted: ‘Joe McElderry’

Studio news reporter 1: “Well, certainly surprising and controversial votes there. Let’s get word direct from the government now as Will is joined by Health Minister Stuart Smythe-Jones.”

Studio news reporter 2: “Stuart welcome to the show.”

Stuart Smythe-Jones: “Good Morning Shamus. Pleasure to be here, thanks for having me.”

Studio news reporter 2: “So Stuart, the Snow terrorism, did the government see it coming and are they doing enough?”

Stuart Smythe-Jones: “Well, yes we certainly did have credible intelligence of such an attack and took preemptive action to minimize its effect.”

Studio news reporter 2: “Then why are we hearing reports of elderly people dying, pets lost, abandoned cars in car parks, layers?”

Stuart Smythe-Jones: “Well, perhaps we were a little surprised by the size of the attack but I have every confidence in local emergency services who will be diligently working to minimize any disruption. We have also secured emergency supplies of Snow Flu vaccine – Lemsip, which will be distributed to those most affected with immediate effect. We are also considering additional security checks at airports to minimize chances of another attack, we’re not sure exactly what to check yet, at this point it’s looking like maybe, the inner ear, reports suggest many WMD can fit in the average persons inner ear.”

Studio news reporter 2: “Thanks Stuart”

Stuart Smythe-Jones: “Pleasure.”

Studio news reporter 1: “Next up a recap of our main story before we go to Abbie with the weather.”
Snow Flu Pandemic – A nation mourns, elderly man still not found dog, our advice – layers….

Update: Good spot Alex, this video sums it up perfectly so should really be at the top to save you having to have read all that text, but its too late now.

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Unemployment, its a full time job too you know!

// August 5th, 2009 // Comments // Not Serious

(please note that this is just for fun, some creative writing practice and does not mean to offend people working very hard to find jobs, like Annett. It’s just satire bitches…)

I be tired of people being baggin’ on the unemployed. You people need to wake up and smell the special brew! Believe me, it ain’t easy…

Sometime there’s nothing you want less than to get up at midday and sit around the house in your pants watching chat shows. But you do. You do it because that’s your job (and you don’t have the disposable income to be able to do anything else, but that’s incidental). Sure it’s not a well paying job, but sometimes it ain’t about the money, you do that shit for the love of it and because it feels right to be contributing something proper to society. Like last night when I was pilfering from dumpsters I got to thinking – why sure I ain’t got an official uniform or road legal transport but heck, I’m as good as a binman. Don’t get shit all credit for that though do I?

Yeah, yeah yeah, I see you all there looking down at me thinking you got it so easy up there in your big bamboo tower. Well this job ain’t easy! Your world got rules, you know how the game is played, if you want to progress you can:

1. Sleep with your boss

2. Get your colleagues drunk, extract secrets from them and blackmail them.

3. Steal the good ideas of your coworkers and underlings and pass them off as your own.

We don’t have bosses so that’s out, well there is this one guy Bumhead who hangs out with the guys down the park where I’m drinking most days. He’s a little older than the rest of us, real bitchin’ vacant stare and a bushy ginger unkempt beard, we all sort of look up to him, he’s been at this game a long time so I guess he’s sort of a boss, but he’s basically always drunk and he doesn’t seem to have any secrets, he just mumbles vowels most of the time. I remember once although the memory is a little hazy from earlier cider consumption – he climbed up a tree and started to howl like a dog, but I don’t think he was revealing much but an apititude for method acting and arborism.

What can we do to get ahead? Don’t you think we have big dreams as well? I want to take my new career all the way, to the top 1% of unemployment – homelessness. Sure it won’t be easy, but I’ve got a loving family who would support me no matter what I did. So I’ve got to think up some real bad hare-brained scheme to make them give up on me. Look out ma, I’m a coming – hide your jewellery….

Now who feels stupid, wasting all that money on a “Business Studies” degree, fat lot of fucking good that did me, the only economy of scale(s) I see is when fat jim comes round with my pot. There’s no course you can do that prepares you for this job, oh no wait there is – Media Studies. But I didn’t do that, oh no wait I did, but just an AS level. Yeah of course with hindsight I should have carried on with it, got me a fancy PHP but back then I couldn’t see any future in it….

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Maori Placenames

// February 16th, 2009 // Comments // Not Serious

I like that the Maori’s weren’t restricted by practicality when they named their towns. The result lots of comedic sounding little places, or no so little places like

Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateapokaiwhenuakitanatahu

Try sending a postcard to a friend there. You’d have space for “Hi Adam” the rest you’ve have to leave for the address.

Theres plenty more naming hijinx on offer. How about Waipu (pronounced “Why poo”)? Nic told a funny story about breaking down there. This is what I heard:

Nic: I broke down out there once by Waipu?

Me: Did you just say “why poo”?

Nic: Yeah its a place out by KareKare.

Me: Why poo?!?! hahahahahhaha those Maori names are brilliant.

Nic: Yeah. Anyway.

He then continued to tell his story but by this point I had zoned out, lost on the fun of Waipu, so I drifted in just occasionally to nod when appropraite and heard:

blah blah blah back passage blah blah blah blockage blah blah blah friend pulled me out blah blah blah came out flying.

Fun for all in Why poo it seems if there’s no blockage in your back passage.

Can’t remember these funny names? No problem theres a default place name you can use – Waikikamukau (pronounced “Why kick a moo-cow”) lots more fun that whatdoyacallit. Your homework assignment for this week, next time you can’t remember a noun slip in whykickamoocow and let me know the reaction you receive.

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Random Musings

// November 7th, 2007 // Comments // Not Serious

I’m bored in Berlin, in a hotel, in Berlin, bored, I’m in.

I heard somewhere of a story someone had made using only cat in hat sayings. If I had my way i’d shut him in the hat, seal it nice and tight and lob it off a bridge into the river onto the highway. It seems children’s stories are taking the brunt of my boredom today, stay tuned as I work my through the whole rhyme’osphere. Oh no wait this is also a book idea Pete told me about, story book characters getting killed one by one in toon town or something. Let me try and think of something that isn’t a book idea:

Once there was a samurai and he fell in love with a chicken. They eloped to Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, the chicken died of scurvy. The samurai had a rocky few years battling alcohol and a nasty toblerone addiction. He eventually found love with a nun and opened an umbrella shop.

Fletchycorp copyright on that bad boy, thats an amazon wishlist filler right there.

I’ve been a strange/bad/stressy mood for weeks so many changes coming up but right now i’m just sort of sitting in front of the oncoming train, waiting to act until the last moment where I narrowly avoid disaster in true hollywood adrenaline soaked edge of seat style. Or I splatter, we’ll see I guess.

I’ve spent the last 45mins looking up all the people i’ve ever cared about on Facebook. I tried to avoid that site for a loooong looong time but the urge (read boredom) of this evening was too strong. My favourite facebook feature is “sphere” (where you currently are). According to Facebook 98% of all the people i’ve ever met live in London. Either someone “declared a reclaim london for the english” campaign and no-one told me, or east anglia got seized by the capital or Facebook doesn’t think very much of the rest of the England.  Sort of reminds me of Austria or little Rome as I call it. One road, totally straight to and from Vienna. Only Cows live outside of Vienna in Austria it seems, presumably because they can’t find reasonable priced grazing accommodation.

What am I chatting about? Did I mention i’m bored? In Berlin? I am indeed a cat, and this indeed is a hat…..

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// September 22nd, 2007 // Comments // Not Serious

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Cleaning by Distraction

// September 8th, 2007 // Comments // Not Serious

When I got home on Friday, I walked in to this……

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What do germans think of germany?

// August 28th, 2007 // Comments // Not Serious

I’m guessing most probably don’t think this:

“The world needs Germany as a reservoir of historic evil – and a yardstick for what can go wrong with people on a national scale”

Rad-ish get political ;)

As a german fanboy I am of course outraged and offended.

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Genius

// August 14th, 2007 // Comments // Not Serious

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Sods Law

// August 10th, 2007 // Comments // Not Serious

Warning, this post may disturb or horrify readers of a sensitive nature. It should probably not be read by anyone.

I’m brave, let me read it
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Urban Shitty Dictionary

// August 8th, 2007 // Comments // Not Serious

Urban Dictionary

I have a new game, its called “USD” standing for “Urban Shitty Dictionary”. Urban Dictionary is this site where you can look up the definition of words existing outside of traditional dictionaries, urban brother. It will return a completely made up insult like “a fishes asshole, left in the sun, for 7 hours, on Tuesdays. If its another day of the week its know as “slanktrunk”".

Annett uses it look up every word I ever call her (that hasn’t made it into the German/English translators dictionary), and it returns some horrible insult which gets me “pah’d” (the Annett form of you just insulted me by calling me a “prostitutes toenail”). To highlight the stupidity of the site I asked her to give me a letter, she picked x, I randomly made up a word beginning with x, “xling” which apparently is:

“a scene kid who uses x’s for most of their words when they type.”

Not a bad start, hardly derogatory. So we played again “q”, which when added to my imagination produced “quank”

A word that is used to replace any other word ever thought of.

QuankAnne quanked the quankette in the quankhole.
Quank-you

or “A simple definition- quick wank.”

If you want to play ask a person near you to give you a letter, think of a word you’ve never heard of and look it up on urban dictionary. If theres no-one sitting next to you, you smell. If you have success leave the word and description in the comments.

Yes, I’m in a strange mood.

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