The Departure of a Legend

So, there we were, doing the weekly pillage of Tesco, Mum and Dad down one the aisles and me standing with the trolley at the top of said aisle, day dreaming, when I spotted a face that I hadn't seen in about 2 years. It was Mrs Hill, my 5th year Higher English teacher. I said hello to her and asked how she was doing and she told me that she was going to take early retirement at the end of the year. It was surprising to hear this, but she deserves it. She's done her time, and put up with the school (and especially some of the pupils) for long enough. In English with her, we did Shakespeare's Othello, and it was this which founded my love for the play, and particularly the character Iago.

So, I say: All the best in your retirement, Mrs Hill, you deserve it.

2 blogs posts a day help you work rest and play.

Same day, another blog post. I'm heading home now, it's been a mixed sort of day, work wasn't too bad, there was some good banter. I've got mixed feelings about the summer, there's so many things I want to do, so many people I want to see, I'm not sure if I'll get them all done, to be honest. I'm beginning to think that Remmie will gouge one of my eyeballs out with a spoon, should I not go and see her during the summer. I Jest. Elsewhere in the life of Neil, it's increasingly likely that I'll have to head up to Loons Road and drag Roy out of bed in order to get him to come and see Son Of Rambow with me. Grrrr! I'm going to try and post 2 blog posts per day. I probably won't achieve it, but I can but try. Thinking of what I have titled this post, I see Mars have dusted off and once more wheeled out the old slogan, and with considerable style, too. Talking of old adverts, I see the Wine Gums "Scotch" advert has been redone/brought back! (To be honest, I can't tell if it's a re-edited version of the old advert or a new one made with the same premise.) What goes around, comes around.

How's your Father?

Aren't euphemisms great? It's especially hilarious when you use them when speaking to someone who hasn't a clue what you're talking about!Anyways, on to today's topic of musing. (Is that correct grammar? I don't particularly care to be honest.) Drip drip drop, little April showers, the song goes. Well, not so much April Showers as April Monsoon! I swear it's washed the colour out of my hair, because my hair isn't as Ginger as it was yesterday! And, of course, in true Scottish fasion, as I wrote that very sentence, the sun came out.On a slightly different note, it's coming up for 2 years since I left school. I've changed so much since then, yet I feel like I haven't changed at all. Church update: the HB has been at St Paul's for almost 2 months now. Time flies when you're having fun! I got him to do the Strip The Willow with me at the Ceilidh in hte evning after his consecration. It's safe to say that the man dances like a beast!

Neglected? Just a bit!

I haven't posted here since February. February?? It's now April, and thanks to Doug introducing me to the wonders of Opera Mini, I can actually see webpages as they are supposed to be, therefore I will be posting alot more often!
So, down to business. First week back after the holi-bags and so we're wel and truely into block 3. Alasdair's gone off in a huff with me, which reveals how much of a git he is.
It's moments like this which make me marvel at modern technology. Here I am, making a diary or log on something that is essentially one step up the scale from 2 plastic cups and a piece of string!

Is anybody out there?

I'm beginning to wonder if anyone is reading my blog...

Oh well, never mind.

So this Saturday is the installation of the new Provost and Rector. If anyone is reading this, then I'll get some pictures of it on the day and stick 'em up here.

I'm trying to keep my photography going at the moment.

The picture over there is a picture that I took a couple of weeks ago during the heavy rain.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

The Lamentable Loss of Etiquette

The thing that REALLY Annoys me is that people just aren't polite anymore. I work in market research (it at least give me some money) and the most common example of rudeness that happens is thus:

Me: Can I speak to Mr Blah please?

PersonOnTheOtherEnd: No

*sound of phone being slammed down*

I mean seriously, they could at least do me the courtesy of telling me WHY i can't speak to the aforementioned!

Another such example is this:

Me: We're currently carrying out a survey to understand shopping habits.

P.O.T.O.E: F**** Off!

Is there any need?

Ka-Thunk.

That's the sound of the New Year arriving. Well, in reality it sounded more like an Old Firm game had suddenly appeared in the living room of number 19 Springfield.

But anyway, we hear that the new holy boiler is coming to be installed on the 27th of February. Things weill really hot up about then, what with church politics and all.

I've just realised that I've forgotten my clothes for work. Shite.

Oh well, Life goes on.