Interesting how the press is all over the London bombings story, as they should be, but over 200 people get blown to pieces in Iraq and it's just some news slotted in a small space under Tiger Woods' golf shoe. - Henry Rollins

London calling...

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8 July 2005

Paul and Jenny

Howdy friends and family, Just a quick email to respond to the many emails and txt messages we've received. Thanks for your concern regarding what's going on in London at the moment. We're both fine and we've been in touch with all of our friends over here and everyone is ok. Hope you're all well and we look forward to seeing you all soon(ish). Paul and Jen

Kerry (aka Kezza)

hi everyone!

Thanks for all the messages, emails etc of concern. I'm ok and I wasnt hurt. All that happend was I couldnt get to work and I missed a tv shoot (bugger)

Its a good thing I was out till 4 in the morning drinking with the client that I was too drunk to sort out my alarm clock and I slept in. I would have been on the tube at the time. My friend who was on the tube I normaly catch was stuck underground for about 1 hour and then was strandard in the middle of London and then had to walk another hour to work. she had to sleep in a hotel as she couldnt get home. The thing that freaked me out is I was on a bus when the bus [that got bombed] blew up... I overheard a mobile conversation [someone on my bus was having] about a bus blowing up so of course I freaked out and told the bus driver to open the door and let me out. (At this time I had no idea about a terroist attack. Most people got of the bus. Shortley after this the bus was terminated. I then tried to walk to work but was blocked at Edgware road. Police told me to head home. This was the scary part. I had a little cry, but then composed myself. A school girl came up to me to ask for directions and I ended up walking her home. Along the way a school boy joined us. I felt really sorry for them as they were all alone and couldnt get through to their parents or school. VERY VERY SCARY

I found out in the afternoon new friend was on one of the 3 trains affected at Edgware Road station. He has whip lash and has a sore neck. His train didnt have the bomb but it was rocked. He managed to walk to work and then along the way saw the blown up bus. He is in a little bit of shock. I dont blame him.

All my housemates were with me at home yesterday so I felt better knowing we were all together.

Today I was going to walk to work. I sort of knew which way to go and sort of how long it would take. About 15 min into it, I thought fsck it and caught a bus. I chose a seat that was the safest??? No one was sitting at the back of the bus. I was quietly scared the entire way to work. I might walk home tonight????

The scary time is it could happen to anyone anywhere, but we all have to just get on with life and live it to the fullest.

hope you are all well
love Kerry

Heggie says...

Flying back to London tomorrow for a few days... will be interesting to see what the mood is although Londoners are very pragmatic about this sort of thing.

Inane chatter

Just another Wednesday

  • Go outside in my towel to quickly put something in bin... door slams shut (I blame the cat as he could not decide whether he'd go out or stay in and as a result the back door was open, creating the wind draft that blew the front door shut). The stoopid door sausage I shoved between the door and the door frame just got whooshed out of the way when the door slammed. So there I am, done with the rubbish and standing in bath towel thinking 'what the hell am I going to do now?'(even though I knew all along what I had to do. I just didn't want to). I had to run out on to the street and then around the house to the back gate in nothing but a towel. Fantastic.
  • I purchased a juicer... not the one that does almost everything under the sun that I was dribbling over, but a more modest number with titanium parts. Anyway, this means my passion for fruit and vegetable juices with ginger can be pandered.
  • A taxi driver tried to chat me up (I was a customer)... while he didn't come across as an axe murderer, it was still traumatising. When one calls a cab, one is expecting to get to ones destination, not to get a date.

Head shaving in winter. For cancer.

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In support of a friend who has lost hair during his/her cancer Chemo treatment, Renee has shaved her head.

This momentous event took place on 15 July 2005 in the offices of autom-8 pty ltd.

Many of those that came along to help celebrate the de-hairing occassion came with digital camera (or mobile phone) in hand... so there will be photos available in the near future (on request). As the event was in support of cancer, donations are being made to the Cancer Council South Australia. Those of you who didn't make it for the de-hairing, not only missed the main event but also missed out on the yummiest vege burgers in town, plus a range of other snacks. Oh, and you also missed out on a Lei!

You can make the donation directly to the Cancer Council of South Australia OR... if you want to be lazy you may leave a donation with any of the autom-8 staff which will be handed over to the Cancer Council of South Australia between 20-22 July 2004. (There's still time to make a donation!) If you want to leave your name and amount donated, autom-8 staff are willing to get individual receipts for you all, but you'll need to arrange to pick up your receipts from the autom-8 office.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. - E.A.P

Mr Picasso Head (Ars gratia artis?)

On a cold wet Sunday afternoon, for periods of 10 minutes at a time, even Mr Picassohead helps to dull the monotony.

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If you are even more bored than was I, select any of the images to see the full sized versions of these and other picassohead drawings. (If you're using a pop-up blocker you'll need to allow pop-ups for this page/site in order to see them).

A friend did a picassohead entitled, 'this is what study does to the brain'.

From a discussion list

"Part of a conversation I had today was to do with how bad the names in Starwars have become. With characters like General Grievous (known as Grievous Error to his mates) and Plo Koon, we had to consider if Lucas was finally just taking the piss. You can see why the series was such an easy hit for parody makers when you only need to change a phoneme or two to get things like Panty Patme or Chancellor Palpitation. My award for worst Starwars Name goes to Viceroy Nute Gunray. Perhaps on his home-world he's a tough gun-packin cop who goes beyond the law to track down the killer that took out his partner. It's that sort of name..." - JP, AUFS

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