Just playing about with my new phone gifted from my aunt. Love the e-mail features though a way to kill the t-mobile branding would be good?
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Just a heads-up that journalism.co.uk is running a feature on Rubery Village and Nic certainly deserves all the recognition for the tremendous accomplishment that it was. The article also describes the (amusing, in retrospect) incident where I came close to being threatened with legal action by George Galloway.
The then 15-years-old-editor claimed he was contacted by George Galloway demanding that a comment story on the site that referred to the MP as a ‘madman’ was removed.
It still annoys me that he basically just vanished after complaining rather than engaging in a dialogue with either me or Nic. During the life of DomSez we did happily publish corrections and clarifications when they were raised, and on this blog I have taken things down in the past when people had a valid objection. But it’s all about the discussion – and barking down a phone doesn’t count as participating.
Oh and incidentally, George Galloway’s participation in those discussions that form part of his actual job? “Has attended 16% of votes in parliament – well below average amongst MPs.” Look, there’s even a source for you.
Given that Lucy claimed to be disorganised and dislike surprises, it was only right for me to be organised and surprising today by ‘turning up’ in good old Cofton Hackett 
(No thanks to the bus that threw me off early because it’s a Sunday and they don’t go all the way on Sundays. Pah.) I consider it an educational trip – did you know that the local church was built in 1330 by Robert de Leycester? No? Well now you do!
Slight difficulty getting back. Well, the megabus was an hour late and also decided to pick up survivors from some earlier coach disaster on the way, leaving us all rushing to catch the last of the Tube trains in London. An unusually low count of nutcases about though – only approached by one crazy guy asking for money and chewing something that I really hope was edible.
While I was away the family watched the final Top of the Pops – end of an institution? Mlur… well, yes it is, albeit not one I was ever really that into. Probably just born too late for it, since TOTP2 always struck me as the more interesting programme. If you got bored with the music, there were the hairstyles!
Oh, and the girls (Mum, Tash and Katie) are off to Tanzania on Friday leaving the boys (Dad and moi) to fend for ourselves. I predict we’ll go camping or something, and end up trying to light a fire with twigs. Either that or pizza takeaways? Mmm… yes, I’ve given myself an idea there!
Working, that’s where, at the Queens Park \ UCL Summer School for Year 6s and 7s that I went on all those many years ago. As … what’s the job title again?… ‘assistant workers’ Tara and I are partly responsible for making sure no one gets lost, or killed whilst crossing the road, or missing a name badge etc. Hey, it’s fun, and we get paid too, of course 
So it’ll be a short blog then, since I have to get up in the morning, although I wanted to tantalise you by mentioning that I wrote a script today featuring (in order of appearance) a teacher, Philippa, Nath, Nic, Josie, Lucy, Andy, Lou and Abid. It includes the words washing, leotard and burnt.
Oh no wait! I know what I should mention… Pirates of the Caribbean 2, which I saw on the weekend. Look, the only reason anyone really sees this is because they love Johnny Depp, no matter what their gender or sexual orientation, and that’s fine. That’s good. I love Johnny Depp and he is going to marry me. But the truth is, this film was just not up there with the original. Most annoyingly, they didn’t even really bother to give it an ending, and before you shout that they’re doing a big setup piece for the next film, that shouldn’t matter! Dear Hollywood, it is not acceptable to produce a film as a big trailer for the next film. If you want to tell a story, get on and tell it. If you want to make money, at least take Keira Knightley out of a half-hearted disguise as a boy but without even trying to change her voice. I’m not really down on this film – I’m actually quite easy to please and this was certainly loads of fun to watch, but it just wasn’t it. Sorry guys.
(Oh and, between you and me, the highlight of my week has been eavesdropping on a conversation between Year 7 boys discussing what an orgasm was. Lovely )
Here’s what happened.
Parents News
Well, they only went and printed the entire e-mail 
including my customary ‘Hurrah!’ at the end. So… yes… now everyone can see my mental split between wanting to (as GCSE English would put it) ‘write for different audiences’ and my reluctance to actually go to the whole hog and do so. Thanks, Queens Park
Today was technically the final day of school, although it’s less of a technicality for Katie who just had her final day at primary school ever ever ever! Us older kids headed down to Camden where I was led to vent my fury at the utterly rubbish Silverlink service that collapsed for us on the way back, and my joy at discovering they would be scrapped from next year and taken into the warm heart of Transport for London, who actually know how to run a transport service. Yay! Silverlink, you suck and will not be missed. At all.
Robert would like to drum up linkage to his Taekwondo Club – mainly to attract Google’s precious PageRank goodness (hehe, I feel dirty). So there, I linked, aren’t I nice. Oh and Nic, Josie and Lucy are back from the shed in Wales. Wombat!
Helen on It’s (waiting) time.: “Fabulous news, congratulations to you both! X” Jun 8, 21:51
