some pictures last Sat at the Phoenix and at Nekropolis..

http://gallery.me.com/flavio_matani#100348

Had met Sarah, Uwe and a couple of other friends at the Phoenix in Cavendish Square. A bit dark for pictures but thought I'd try anyway. Then I went to Nekropolis, on the occasion of Psyche's birthday. By the time the b'day girl arrived I'd already given up on the idea of trying to take pictures there so there are none of her... next time...

some pictures last Sat at the Phoenix and at Nekropolis..

http://gallery.me.com/flavio_matani#100348

Had met Sarah, Uwe and a couple of other friends at the Phoenix in Cavendish Square. A bit dark for pictures but thought I'd try anyway. Then I went to Nekropolis, on the occasion of Psyche's birthday. By the time the b'day girl arrived I'd already given up on the idea of trying to take pictures there so there are none of her... next time...

The end of the world

Other occasions the world didn’t end, from Times Online and nicked from cracksmacker

The end of the world

Other occasions the world didn’t end, from Times Online and nicked from cracksmacker

local shopping...

I just went in the local Tesco’s to buy a couple of things, for the first time in a couple of months at least. And I was reminded why I hardly ever go there. It is not cheaper or better supplied than the local shops, almost everything seems to cost around 15% more than in the larger hangar-sized Tesco in Watford, there’s that self-service till which I hate... and there’s the Asian gentleman in the blue suit following me everywhere, ten paces behind, peering over when I’m picking up things from a shelf, looking over from round the corner when I’m standing in front of the bread counter or the beer fridge, contemplating what to buy. Do a little experiment, move two aisles up -yep, he’s there. Move to the previous one two aisles away -there he is, at the end of the very short corridor. Then I pick up the last thing I was going to buy and head for the tills. There’s no-one at the tills. The gentleman in the blue suit is suddenly behind me, pointing at the self-service till when I turn around. “I don’t like those machines”, I say, “Do you have anyone to man the tills?” “I’ll do it for you, sir” says the other guy who had been behind the till. “N-no, I know how to use those machines, I just don’t like them”. Tell him he’ll lose his job to those machines and he will stare back, uncomprehending. Never mind. Will go to the local shops in future, until I forget again in two or three months...

local shopping...

I just went in the local Tesco’s to buy a couple of things, for the first time in a couple of months at least. And I was reminded why I hardly ever go there. It is not cheaper or better supplied than the local shops, almost everything seems to cost around 15% more than in the larger hangar-sized Tesco in Watford, there’s that self-service till which I hate... and there’s the Asian gentleman in the blue suit following me everywhere, ten paces behind, peering over when I’m picking up things from a shelf, looking over from round the corner when I’m standing in front of the bread counter or the beer fridge, contemplating what to buy. Do a little experiment, move two aisles up -yep, he’s there. Move to the previous one two aisles away -there he is, at the end of the very short corridor. Then I pick up the last thing I was going to buy and head for the tills. There’s no-one at the tills. The gentleman in the blue suit is suddenly behind me, pointing at the self-service till when I turn around. “I don’t like those machines”, I say, “Do you have anyone to man the tills?” “I’ll do it for you, sir” says the other guy who had been behind the till. “N-no, I know how to use those machines, I just don’t like them”. Tell him he’ll lose his job to those machines and he will stare back, uncomprehending. Never mind. Will go to the local shops in future, until I forget again in two or three months...

Tweets for Today

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Tweets for Today

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