Yesterday we had our monthly waste of a morning: the departmental meeting (the meeting where you enter sane and depart mental … yeah, I know I've done that one before but it still makes me laugh).
Actually, it was much shorter and far more enlightening than usual; having spent five minutes dealing with business we sat around talking about biscuits.
The boss was on some golf course enjoying what he described as a "strategic away-day".
We spent a few minutes discussing whether that phrase might possibly be translatable into English and the only meaning we could ascribe to it was that the boss not being here is good for the office.
I tabled that and it was unanimously agreed on and entered into the minutes.
We will now discover if CJ actually reads his minutes or just files them without bothering.
An hour's discussion of the merits of different types of biscuit and a vote on his uselessness might make interesting reading for him.
As soon as we'd finished off all the food we broke up the meeting and so had a much more productive day than usual, thereby confirming the efficacy of the "strategic away-day".
When I next see the boss I might suggest that he take a "strategic away-life", which would improve our efficiency no end.
Right.
Back to the fragmented, day-by-day meme of the songs that are "shaping my summer".
This is the time of year when I find myself listening to "commercial stuff" that I would sniffily reject at any other time of the year; stuff that some of you might actually like (though that could well change later in the week).
So here's a happy, smiley, summery tune from the lovely Gary Clark; mostly of Scotland but occasionally of Richard's flat in Norwich.
I've not seen him in years (the bugger got married and went to live in France) and this video dates the track appallingly, but it's still a lovely song and I've lately found myself breezing along the Embankment beside the Thames singing it at passers-by.
It's called "Freefloating" and it does what it says on the tin.
Find it on the CD "Ten Short Songs About Love." It's still available.
Sing along:
"I love somebody wild and young and free … etc."
19 comments:
That IS lovely, although the line that fills in your "etc" isn't very pleasant. "transcending the mess of the day" is uplifting, unless I have heard it wrong. I tend to do that with lyrics, so maybe he's actually singing, "try sending the message today."
Ah, that line's the story of my life, Robyn.
Hee hee. You got the other line right, although your alternative is pretty good, too.
Biscuits. Now that's a conversation. I'm a biscuit lover. Some aren't. They like cakes.
I had a strategic-away-day today myself - a short visit to hospital and some rather strong (and nice) anaesthetics. Hence my short sentences. Zzzzzzz I'm a bit tired. Yawn. Sweet dreams. (The song didn't help keep me awake - I'm about to go freefloating .....)
Those anæsthetics can be pretty good, Mme!
I do hope that whatever reason you had for enjoying your anæsthesia gets better real soon.
Biscuits will help.
"stuff" that I would sniffily reject at any other time of the year; stuff that some of you might actually like" - ??
This is shamefully condescending to us Dive! How DO you get away with it? LOL.
I have to work hard to keep up my reputation as an appalling snob, Lynn.
It takes years of training to achieve this elevated level of patronising highbrow condescension.
Hee hee.
i actually miss staff meetings, sugar! but, i get past that feeling quickly as soon as i realize i'm still in my robe and it's 9.20am ;-)
cute song, btw...xoxox
You miss meetings?
Weird!
xox
"depart mental" Love it!
Hee hee hee!
I liked it but it sounds to much like free fallen to me. I just sampled that cd and guess I will keep my $13.99. Now who's a snob?
This is a real feel good song dive. It reminds me of dating back in the 80's. Driving to my girl's house decked out in my saturday night best while playing this song on the car stereo.
Hee hee, Prudence.
It is very dated now, but I still like that track.
His work with his band "Danny Wilson" is a lot more listenable.
Rich: yeah, it is SO eighties! I'm going to get even MORE eighties tomorrow!
Roll up your jacket sleeves, back-comb your hair, put those Wayfarers on and let's drive.
I'm still not clear on what English biscuits might taste like. Are they more like a cracker than our flour salt and soda fluffy biscuits? Or are they sweet like a cookie? Hard and dry like biscotti? All of the above?
Do you like questions???????? I've got one more then.
Oh, goin' back to the 80's are we? I'd better go dig out my fluorescent clothing and eye shadow so I'll be ready!
English biscuits are biscuits, Shan.
Hee hee.
I have no idea what American cookies or crackers or fluffy biscuits might be like so I'm afraid I can't tell you.
I can, however, recommend a site where you can find out:
Scroll down my sidebar until you come to the link "Nice".
It leads to the splendidly English website "A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Sit Down", where they champion tea, cakes and biscuits in a slightly obsessive manner.
Yup. Get your fluorescent eighties togs out because tomorrow we're going as close to a disco as I ever want to be.
Okay, shan, - flour, sugar, egg, butter. They are more like your cookies, yes. Without the chocolate chips. Some are smooth and thin, made with less butter. Sweet.
Dive, as if you don't know what cookies are!
God, another one that made me feel all sunny and carefree, like maybe I should put on a sun dress and go out and dance. I freely admit that "A Summer Song" by Chad and Jeremy makes me go all smooth and summer buttery too.....
Hee, hee - I'm awake now! Looks like you've been given a right royal telling off by Lynn. Cultivated appalling snobs should always be told off, occasionally; mostly so they can perfect their art. There's simply no telling what the effect might be - for some it makes them go all smooth and buttery. Hee, hee again!! Oooh, I'm a bit cheeky today. Must be all that anaesthetic.
Lynn: I'm not a cookie person. The same way that I've never eaten a Mc.D, a KFC or a Pizza Hut.
I'm an Englishman! I nibble the occasional bath oliver or water biscuit but cookies? How Colonial!
Tish and pshaw!
Hee hee.
I think I'll join you, Maria.
You don't mind dancing around the garden with a bloke in a sundress, do you?
Mme: Keep taking the anæsthetic! Cheeky is good!
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