Why This Is Hell

I live 20 mins from Ashford and need to go to Brussels.

Looks like I either have to a) get to Ashford for before 6.00am;

b) get to Northfleet and take a taxi or something to Ebbsfleet

c) get a train to Victoria and a tube to St Pancras.


Nice

One of the things I enjoy about my comedy course module is having ideas about the topic as I teach. Unfortunately I rarely write them down.

Yesterday was an exception when I suddenly thought, that's like a definition of the Lacanian Real. And wrote down the word Real.

Only I don't remember what was like the Real. I think it's something to do with achieved desired and that which is outside the situation, but I'm not sure.

I'm quite happy to go to films, plays, stand up, exhibitions etc on my own, because I can come and go when I please, sit where I like, and I don't have to take responsibility on whether it's any good or not. I miss the Après vu, but frankly it's more flexible.

This year I have arranged to go to the cinema five times with other people; it has been successful once. In most of those occasions I've ended up seeing the film at a less convenient time than I'd originally planned because I held back so I could go with the other parties (three separate people).

Later today I will be going to a cider celebration on my own. Given a choice I would have gone on the Saturday, what with starting the academic year on Monday. But the person with whom I've been planning to go (indeed at whose house I was possibly going to crash) texted me tonight saying he can't make it. To be fair, it had reduced to a maybe-but-let's-face-it by Friday, but if it had been a definite no on Friday - ideally on Wednesday - I would have gone on the Saturday, what with it being more convenient.

I shall now go on my own, pissed off, when had I not tried to involve someone else I would have gone on my own, content with the arrangement.

It's enough to give you a complex.

I left my memory stick at home since, well, the talk was on Blackboard and the n drive so a stick looks too much trying to back up the back-up of your back-up.


I figured without the powers that be having decided to update the computer infrastructure overnight and them not being finished in the building where I'm giving my talk. No net access. So no Blackboard. And no n drive.

Thankfully J had her memory stick with the talk on it, and I had at least printed out the script.


I have this sense of if I'd stayed in bed the world would not be any less advanced than it is now.

Since getting the new modem, there have been certain pages that will not load.


Flickr is now one of them. I've tried Firefox and Safari as usual, and no difference. It just waits. And waits. And waits.

I've tried putting www.flickr.com in the trusted sites directory, but no difference has been made.

Ideas any one?

Remarkably when I had dealings with John Lewis and Bosch over my fridge freezer all the correspondence was addressed to a Mrs A, even though she is some three hundred miles north of here and, whilst she has bought a Bosch, didn't buy this particular one.

If they meant me, then I don't see that my marital status is any of their business.

Now ASDA is thanking Ms A for her recent order.


Cos blokes don't shop?



Which reminds me - books to order on Amazon, IKEA website to check about online ordering alleged to be available to CT1 from July.

Edit:

The Ikea page did claim to be rolling out online shopping to Kent in July, but now claim "We're now open to the Midlands, Cambridgeshire and parts of London & the South East" and include a map which a yellow blotch over the Midlands and what looks like Essex. Typing in postcodes such as CT1, NG12, NE24 and Hell yields exactly the same response. Maybe they ain't rolling out no more.