Monthly Archives: December 2005

Christmas Rapping

Ho ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho ho, ho ho
Yo when I step up in the place you know I step correc’
Wooha! Got Yule in check
Got that egg nog shit that make you break yo’ neck
Wooha! Got Yule in check
You know we come down to wreck the chimney stack
Wooha! Got Yule in check
Raise up cups of Christmas cheer don’t ever disrespec’
Wooha! Got Yule in check

Apologies to Busta Rhymes and everyone else in the world. From an original idea/SMS by G Wilson, dogg.

Peace Out On Earth, Good Will To All You Muthaphuckas.

I rock, apparently

I don’t know, you do someone a favour and they describe you as

“…the bastard child of Kiss and Rammstein.”

…meant as a complement, I assume. Can’t say fairer than that.

Oh, The Weather Outside Is Slightly Rainy…

I just had a very nice Christmassy weekend altogether. Saturday afternoon saw me trekking to Stoke Newington to see Mags and Gren and their new acquisition, sorry, arrival, Art, who’s now 4 weeks old, and looks it. Tiny little thing, swaddled up in a highly cool
THX1138 / Logan’s Run-style tunic and cap. Ran into Robin on the way, hardly a coincidence because he was going to Stoke Newington to see them too. You can hardly miss Robin on a tube escalator from the back.

We had a chaotic and very tasty lunch in the bustling Blue Legume on Church Street. I had a delicious sausage breakfast which came with salad for some reason, and we shared a lemon cheesecake which the table next to us were given because their order was wrong, and which they didn’t want. Yum.

After that we popped into Fresh and Wild for some organic coffee. I was going to link to their website, but I’ll spare you the pain of a million DHTML error messages and myriad dead images. Good coffee though.

Latte in hand, we went along the road to Abney Park Cemetery, where a friend of Gren and Mags was leading a trio of musicians (him on guitar, accompanied by clarinet (I think) and brushed snare drum) and a choir made up of his book club in singing some Christmas carols. As we approached, he told us there were extra song sheets available, and he forced us to join in. Robin feigned reluctance, but I couldn’t stop myself, and so we sang along with some standards, to rapturous applause. Sadly the hip flask I spotted never made it to our side of the group.

To remedy this lack of hard spirits, we headed to a hostelry, via the historic depths of the cemetery. I took a few photos of the jumbled-up headstones – atmospheric. Some very ornate columns, celtic crosses, angels and all sorts. Very ostentatious.

Emerging from the tangled ivy of the boneyard, we popped into a toy shop so new dad Gren could indulge his child with the fripperies of modern consumerism, i.e. a coloured rattle. Coloured! I ask you.

And finally, a glass of Maker’s Mark with ‘lots of rocks’, a squidgy leather armchair, and MAN TALK. Mags had long since nipped off for some GIRL TALK. A splendid seasonal Saturday, and Sunday was just as good – watch this space.

Carlton Panto 2005

Last Saturday saw the final version of the 2005 Carlton Panto/Nativity/Travesty performed at the Carlton Dramatic Society Christmas party. The full script is available here. It was written by my friend Kristen and I and was based on the ideas and input of this guy, and many other people, especially the cast.

I do a lot of stuff with this bunch, and it’s always fun. Obviously the script as shown in this site bears little, if any, resemblance to what was actually performed on the night, due to the unique talents of the cast, and the extremely short rehearsal time.

But the audience loved it, as they always do. It was a cracking party, with great food, drink, dancing and general seasonal silliness. I gather I tried to do the YMCA dance with a can of lager in my hand. Hmm.

Handy Computer Mouse Cleaning Tips

  • When cleaning the little rollers in your mouse, to get rid of the Nameless Horror that gathers there, do not drop the unfolded paper clip you are using into the guts of the mouse.
  • When trying to extract an unfolded paper clip from the guts of your mouse, do not shake it, as this will only bury it even further in the guts of the mouse.
  • When asking your colleagues if they have a small screwdriver, try not to be surprised that none of them do, even if you work for an engineering firm.
  • When folding a paper clip into a hook to remove another paperclip from the guts of a mouse, do not plunge it into the tip of your finger. Also try not to get smears of blood over the drawings you are working on.
  • Encourage your employers to invest in optical mice.

Art Wilson-Spence born 20 November 2005

Congratulations to Maggie and Gren – hope all three of you are doing well.