Macanultaigh

Not to worry, I get to facilitate a meeting next week.
Wrangling senior civil servants and watching a sea of blank faces as my jokes die.

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It is!

I'm conducting 2 chats simultaneously in Copilot to develp different documents.

This may be my future: just running chats in Copilot to produce documents that will never be read.

Frank Zappa and rock journalism:

People who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read.

The main problem is that we are equally idiotic.
We have just managed to vaseline the hens' legs (they have scalemite and vaselining the legs every day cures it), but we ended up having to catch unwilling hens in the dark. The last one was sn sbsolubugger.

Daughter playing piano. I recognised various bits from Pirates of Penzance.
Me: "You seemed to be doing a medley."
D: "That's because I'm playing the Overture."

Mrs Mac is in Shropshire for a week. As daughter said earlier, "It's going to be an interesting week. New challenges every day."

Back from run. Soundtrack (in my head, not earphones*) was Plastic Bertrand with "C'est plain pour moi".
It wasn't.

*I won't wear earphones running: it reduces my awareness of predators. In my deep brain I worry about whatever predated on my medieval Irish ancestors.
There's a long list.

They do. I have used them for some exercises.
It was a period of depression when I put on weight. I'm not saying that I was unsympathetic before, but I now have a better understanding of how MH affects people.

Well done, that man.
I've just cut out crap and alcohol and increased exercise.
So pleased I can run again: I've had ankle/achilles problems for years and those physio sessions were worth every penny.

Yeah, mine was a small celebration for passing a milestone.
A planned aberration.
Indian clubs again this afternoon.
#FitnessWankers

Morning comrade Archbish and all.
After last night's pizza and beer I am back on my diet.

It worked
Mildly disapproving 21 year old teetotal daughter helped a lot.

Not of gin.
I'm not living in a hogarth woodcut.
Beer. Lovely beer. ,(i have abstained for just under 3 weeks).

I have been pub. I have eaten pizza accompanied by wine.
I now need to go out & get the hens individually so Mrs Mac can grease their legs against scale mite.

It will go as well as you expect.

Happy Saturday.
So far. I hampered been for a run, spent time at Mrs Mac's allotment, recovered, been to pub and eaten pizza.
Basically. I've peaked.

I just went to a pub and had 3 pints.
I am a light weight.

Have made it to the pub.
5% IPA.

Nat West pigs from a promotion years ago.

Any remember that Nat West Pigaro advert?
Would out where the pigs are skulking.
The one in blue looks like he or she is thinking rather dirty thoughts

Just going out to home bargains for a broom, Vaseline, and tissues.

Even i am wondering what I'm planning.

Allotment Open Day.
I wanted to give up this year, but Mrs Mac wanted to keep it up for an extra year.
I am now here, defending our plums and hoping everyone fucks off soon.

He didn't, sadly.
"Come to Bury, Caesar!" was an early advertising slogan for Bury Market, hoping to attract the more well-to-do invaders. He brought about his own demise when he ate all of Brutus' Bury Black Puddings.

"Et two, Brute."
"Liar! You scoffed the lot!"

It's been pretty grim. We watched it on delay.
Mrs Mac said she'd fast forward through the worst bits, but ended up watching in horrified fascination.

No, it's an ancient Greek seer: the Coracle of Alfie.

Just heard Stan Ridgway Camoflage on TotP.
God that was grim, but not half as grim as Lady in Red. That's fucking terrible.

Tbf, 'Camouflage' is my 2nd favourite 'dead soldier running amok' song, after Warren Zevon's 'Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner'. There isn't a 3rd favourite.

Sounds like a line that could easily be inserted into Mark Antony's "Come to bury Caesar" speech without any of the audience noticing anything amiss.

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I've booked now.
In fairness, it isn't a very large place, and there is a decent throughput on a Saturday. Otherwise, I'd be like Withnail arriving at the tearooms in Penrith.

I've listened to some in horrified fascination. Please let there be joke soon. Please.

Probably not wise to interject that i love baked potatoes.
I am actually a huge fan of the spud in many forms.
Don't think I've ever met a potato i didn't like.

Baked or fried?

If you shut one eye and try to focus on your plate, you may get a clue.

Chinese foods is my guess: you don't strike me as a pizza lover.

God knows. I think they have extra thumbs or something.