Scratch

Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.

Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.

On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.

Laugh, I Nearly Cried

Picture this.

You're standing in a corridor in the basement of the building, having a conversation you don't want with someone you don't like. With all exits blocked, all excuses pre-empted (even the ones about imminent flooding) and with no likely resolution in sight, all you can do is pray to the God of mistimed accidents and inconvenience.

With the conversation going badly, no sign of the GoMAaI and having already promised minor disruptions to colleagues by re-patching the telephones, I was about to promise inconvenient power outages or leaky toner, when out of the fluorescent lights at the far end of the corridor an angel appeared.

As my draw dropped and my finger began to raise, time slowed. As my tormentor turned to see what I was looking at, the angel dived in a beautiful curving arc, before impacting with a dull thud into his rather shocked face, miraculously having turned into a pigeon en route.

Given the success of this at only the cost of some telephone operator getting annoyed, weekend rights to my soul seems a small price to pay for such a helpful and amusing service.

If only I could get 24-7 cover, with some form of frequent user reward.

21 Oct 2004 13:12 | (0) comments | Work