Mornings
In which Mike ponders 9am
I mean, what's with 9am,
anyway?
What is nine am other than the
unpleasant half of the
nine-to-five?
Nine am is a compromise
reached between early starters and liers-in which suits neither of them
particularly well but is borne unsteadily and irregularly because it's as close
as we can get to something everyone likes.
Were I ever to find myself in the
position of starting up a company, the interviews I would give everyone would
include such questions as "What sort of time would suit you best to start work?"
(Beware you 9am-ers, you're not going to
pass).
Note to self: re-organise world,
time, etc. when next have weekend free of social
engagements.
To Maglev's for the
evening to warm his house. Personally I find gas central heating a more certain
way of proceeding, but there. Amusing, delightful, whimsical, and featuring a
concealer to die for. Who'd a thunk JPG had it in him (in the other sense)?
Photographic reproduction of Maglev seemed to go down well, which is fortunate,
and the desired circumstance to
boot.
Ooh, and a lovely card in sepia
from J thanking me for showing up at the wedding, which, given the quantity of
bubbly there available, is assuredly the wrong way round, even if terribly
mannered. Card is rather scenic, in point of fact; although I have a dimly
champagned memory that anything happening in the Dorchester is surrounded by a
haze of glamour unavailable in less salubrious locations. Am thankful to have
already dispatched a correspondence card of thanks, as now feel that have
entered world of genteel postal communication at precisely the right
moment.
Plus bloke on the train this
evening highly eye candy. Am thinking San Francisco end of next season, with NY
in spring to see Stuey.
Posted: Sun - November 16, 2003 at 01:45 AM