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The diary of an overworked, semi-retired accountant who’ll never see 61.75 again…
Most of you I expect will be aware of FOMO – fear of missing out – but recently I became aware of FOGO. FOMO for our modern world – Fear of Going Out. As opposed to Fugu of course but possibly just as potentially fatal. Do click through if you don’t know what I’m talking about. Takes food poisoning to a whole new horizon really… I have to say I’ve no fear of missing out as far as Fugu is concerned. And it’s nothing to do with FOFO – from an old accounting joke (not often you see those two words together in the same sentence – well, unless preceded by ‘standard of’ and with ‘is a’ between accounting and joke). Let me explain. There…
Computers are like your kids. The crux of a conversation I had in an online networking meeting this morning. Isn’t it so true? Can’t decide whether they are more like the terrible twos/even worse threes or the ultimate teenagers. Or even daughters one quarter of a century old methinks 😱😱😱 Only kidding darling… I know I rattle on about technology and its little foibles but some of the things you come across really do beggar belief. 11.57 to Zuma There was a film called something like this. 3.10 to Yuma actually. A couple of days ago my concentration was broken when the computer announced certain critical updates were to be installed in 15 minutes “at your selected time”. Now, given I know how these things…
I’m convinced gravity is localised (proper spelling, not American – stupid spellchecker) in this property. A couple of days ago the Wii Fit had a mid life crisis and announced that I had lost FOUR pounds in a single day 😮. This was compounded by it saying that Lorraine had lost three. This after around a week of the weights gently creeping up – pretty flat sine wave but increasing nonetheless. The initial response is nah, it’s having a laugh (‘avin’ a larf in TV patois). So despite knowing better, into the gratitude list it goes. Until the next day. Up THREE pounds. Overall down but not a little disappointing. But not half as disappointing as Lorraine’s weight remaining unchanged… We had eaten about the…
Following on from last week’s gratitude lists, I’m going to posit their antithesis – the ingratitude list. And instead of your “three of the day” I’m betting 83 is much more likely. Those of you who have read these missives over the years might have noticed that technology and me have a sort of hate-hate relationship. I’m not a Luddite. I’m never up with the persons who have to have the latest version of everything that hits the stores but I’m not tooooooo far behind. But tech has an inbuilt attitude problem and will come back and bite you at the first available opportunity. The answer is – of course – never to let it get to you but that CAN be easier said than…
What have the Romans ever done for us? Don’t say I don’t try and give myself SEO nightmares as far as titles and keyphrases go… Now THAT is bizarre – despite the Yoast SEO dashboard being visible on the very page I’m typing on and it including the heading “Focus keyphrase” – keyphrase is NOT in the !*!* spellchecker! A rant a day helps you work, rest and play. Those of you with long-ish memories will notice the borrow from the advert for the confectionery bar Mars above. Everyone else will be thinking wtf??? I suppose in a way I’ve done my best to fast forward through adverts ever since technology has allowed me to do. The net effect being I look completely blank when…
A lot of articles I’ve read this week have mentioned the importance of having a routine in these unprecedented times. And there is a lot to be said for it. Our new routine means we actually sit down for lunch in the kitchen. Eat our lunch off proper plates. There’s so much “stuff” coming out at present so a session with emails first thing. And another mid-afternoon. Refreshments For the duration I’m taking the opportunity to spend a few minutes on the recliner with my coffee or tea. Not that Lorraine does – but the frequent breaks laughing hysterically at the squirrel on the bird table (little bugger) and cooing at the birds (when they get a turn) are probably her equivalent. For a moment…
Tabula rasa – posh way of saying a blank page (strictly blank slate). Also a superb piece of music by the Estonian composer Arvo Part (surname pronounced pear’t, you can guess the christian name yourself). And also a Dutch TV series starring Veerle Baetens – from ‘The Team’ and ‘Code 37’ for avid consumers of the Walter Presents foreign drama series on Channel 4 UK and its subsidiary channels. Which I didn’t know 😲 Don’t say you never learn anything here – it may not be earth shattering or even interesting but I can guarantee it will be different. So over 100 words in on my latest nothing to say post – don’t knock it… I’ve now been distracted by Lorraine talking to one of…
This town (town) is coming like a ghost town All the clubs have been closed down This place (town) is coming like a ghost town Bands won’t play no more Too much fighting on the dance floor Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town? We danced and sang, and the music played in a de boomtown Cannot imagine why I found myself humming the beginning of this single by The Specials from 1981 (!!??). Grief that’s made me feel old… Of course there is a world of difference between coronavirus and youth violence. For one thing we don’t see much of youth violence any more! Ghost town – those of you of a similar age to me will remember the violence…
We’re all in it together – or ought to be. But maybe not. As we near the end of our third week in lockdown with no end in sight it’s useful to sit back and take stock. A lot of the things I really enjoy in life are currently off limits and it would be very easy – it is very easy – to moan about the restrictions. But It doesn’t take much to realise things could be a whole lot worse. We live in a big house Two of us in a five bed. But the positive is that we don’t get under each other’s feet unless we want to. In my remote networking meeting this morning it was apparent few of us are…
Only when the tide goes out do you discover who’s been swimming naked. Warren Buffet, the Sage of Omaha no less. I love his quotes – some of which I even understand… The global lockdown (not previously in the spellchecker) continues. We take the opportunity to get our exercise by walking around our local streets and business park. The number of other people encountered took a step change downwards on Wednesday – 1st April – so I assumed, for many, they have been “furloughed” (bizarrely IS in the spellchecker). Which, for anyone not in the UK, means they have been told to stay at home with our government making up 80% of their gross pay. Rather more complicated obviously in the real world but you…
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