Chatterbox Tuesday

Is that me? Am I 'the other one'? Very hurtful.

That reminds me of a race in Forza yesterday. I accidently crashed into the lead car then slowed down to let it re-pass as I am a gentleman. He rammed me up the arse Crank stylee. I then pulled over to the side of the track and gave him a friendly 'toot' to let him pass. He did, and crashed straight into the Armco (getting a strong Crank vibe now). He then quit the race as he'd made a right plum of himself.

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Mrs T has come back from shopping, to quote, 'I was going to buy you some strong cider but I wasn't sure it was the right one, so I didn't'.


Bless her, she is wiv de angles now.

A carrier pigeon has appeared at my desk from Chumbles:

"Slightly better, but still got problems... They are trying move me out. I can't even walk...

Regards to everyone ☺️ Sorry not to be more original, but 2 infections and at best 2h sleep for 20 days"

Have asked if he means they're trying to send him home, which Shirley he's in no state to have done.

I was a big fan of the old Foyles.
It was fantastic back when the old lady was in charge. Piles of books everywhere. I think they used to shelve them by publisher. So if you didn't know who published the book you wanted it was a game to find it.
Parts of the shop on the upper floors were like a warehouse - and I mean parts open to customers. There were big unopened boxes of books in some areas. 

From Wiki
Control of the shop passed to Christina in 1945. Under her the shop stagnated, with little investment and poorly paid staff who could be fired on a whim.[2] She also refused to install any modern conveniences such as electronic tills or calculators; nor would she allow orders to be taken by phone. However, the shop excelled in other fields: expensive books ordered from as far off as Germany were sent with a bill without prepayment.



The shop operated a payment system that required customers to queue three times: to collect an invoice for a book, to pay the invoice, then to collect the book, because sales staff were not allowed to handle cash.[11] The shelving arrangement categorized books by publisher, rather than by topic or author.[2] A quote of this period is "Imagine Kafka had gone into the book trade"

The 3 part queue was the best. I was furious when they moved to a choose book, pay for book, leave shop with book system, like other booksellers operate.
Also the building had obviously been divided into more than one premises. There were odd doorways and places where you had to go back through 3 or 4 rooms to get to the room next to the one you were in. i think at one time there were two completely separate upstairs parts though I might have missed the connecting passage.

The only other shop like it was Hudsons in Brmingham that was a concoction of two shop fronts five basements and a middle section that couldn't be accessed except via the basements built around the Burlington arcade. It was not unusual for people to ask other customers how to find the exit. Hudsons did let you actually buy books properly though if you could find the till. I used to pass it every day as I changed busses in the city centre to get to school.

Many apologies, no offence intended. By 'the other one' I meant Shenguine. I get the she-fixed brothers confused.

Is he an indoors Chumbles or an outdoors Chumbles?

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I think we might get in to trouble with that description. There should be some resemblance to reality:

'More or less well behaved if allowed a PC with NP and Diplomacy loaded. May try to talk you to death about them though.
Occasional leaks'

Some quality co-commentating on the Ecuador match. Whoever it is has been explaining at length that the reason for the upsets at this World Cup is that the small countries have only just learned tactics from the big countries, and thus finally realised that you can't just attack all the time.

I am pleased Senegal have qualified. 
Aliou Cisse is a magnificent man.
Won the ACON and minimum second round in the World Cup.