eye opening colours
Some funny things come through my mail box. I don't mean funny ha-ha, the kinds of things that wither and die under the scrutiny of the average dry or verging-on-non-existent sense of humour, but quirky. Which is why I was pleasantly mortified at receiving this absolutley spot-on (I wish) analysis of my MRI from him. By way of reassurance, and thank you for the concern, the scan was merely a common case of "student whoring his goods for money." They needed uncommonly stupid people to lie-in for an hour and a half, and rewarded said deficients with a cup of water and thirty two quid. Yes, £32, which is a little higher than minimum wage.
In other news, work was a non-event today as it was the members' day at the Chelsea Flower Show. Serving Pimms, strawberries, concept gardens and spectacular plants to the green-fingered and nouveau-riche for the 82nd time since 1862, Chelsea is easily the most famous home and garden show on the planet, and this year attracted 157 000 visitors. I didn't have time to meet them all, but did bump into four or five people I knew from London -- which was nice, and not unsurprising since all the gay people who weren't on Compton Street at lunch time seemed to be in the show grounds, flapping their wrists at gargantuan Begonias and specimen orchids -- whilst taking in general gorgeousness and good atmosphere over the course of a largely sunny and warm afternoon.
General gorgeousness and good atmosphere
plus mum and partners in crime
And my reflectionNow back in Cambridge, my feet are comfortably sore, and I have a mammoth strawberry plant sitting in the bay window; one of the exhibitors sold the plant to us then and there, which is utterly illegal since plants can only be removed from the show during the big sell-off that occurs on the last day; I was rather chuffed.
Today's lessons are that smiles are powerful, strawberry juice makes for convincing pavement blood, and bin bags can hide more than just body parts.
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£32 is a LOT more than minimum wage. I worked at Wimbledon last year for minimum wage and it was shit. You got to lie down and get pretty pictures and get justifications for being obnoxious (not that I know you're obnoxious, but still!)
PS. Crash might be heading this way and wanted to meet up with you if possible. Don;t know if he got in touch with you, but just thought I'd let you know.
How lucky you are to be able to go to the Chelsea Flower Show, Stairs! I LOVE the mosiac in your collage and your mother is a knockout! Wow! (Not that I'm hitting on her...just making an observation.)
That it is; I was a little surprised, to say the least, at how much they do pay, and while it wasn't comfortable, it was certainly worth it. If you feel the need, I can volunteer you if there is another call for victims - it happens with fair frequency.
Thanks for the heads-up; Crash contacted me last week to tell me that he was meeting up with you. He and I might hook up earlier in the day, since he gets in at lunch time and my schedule later on is a little busy between the lab and the river.
If our paths cross, I promise to be as arsey as I'm capable of being -- try not to be disappointed -- drink on me since I got higher than minimum wage :)
Corin, thanks; I'm sure she'd appreciate the vote even more than I do. The only downside is that blokes in their thirties keep coming on to her, which makes me feel amused, proud, a smidgen envious and even a bit icky all at the same time. I'll send you the full size picture of that exhibit, by the way; the stonework on a lot of the gardens was really something, but the detail that went into this was just tremendous; such a shame that it all gets torn up at the end of the week. Something to do when either of us has too much time on our hands!