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On your knees, little man
Mar. 19th, 2008 11:58 pmThe problem with waking up bright and early and full of energy is that you then fade earlier in the evening. And the reason I wasn't on or making entries last night is that I lay down for a nap after work and found myself waking up again at ten o'clock, rolled over for a moment and then found it was midnight -- at which point I decided that my body presumably knew what it was doing, and just called it a night.
Easter approaches, and so does a long weekend at work, and the population is thinning out: that is, coworkers who have chosen to lengthen the long weekend by a day or two of annual leave on either side are vanishing in droves, resulting in a noticeably emptier room. I'm not complaining. It's quieter.
I'm suffering from a sudden urge to go and watch the seventies Three/Four Musketeers pair of movies again. Though maybe not at this time of night, as I'm suffeering from an even more sudden urge to sleep. Something to do over Easter, perhaps. Since I have them both as DVDs. Oh yes.
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There were as many women here as men; the real difference was between what she suspected were genuine artisans and engineers, with neat equipment cases tucked under their arms or chained to their wrists, and wanderers just on the lookout for an interesting bargain, slumming upper classes or fascinated onlookers. The women all wore veils against the sooty fog, just as Irene did, tucked round their mouths or draped from hat to shoulder; many of the men had wound mufflers around the lower part of their faces in a similar way. It gave the whole place a very seedy feeling; a gathering for criminals, a market for Victorian bank-robbers, a shady shoppery for shady people.
Easter approaches, and so does a long weekend at work, and the population is thinning out: that is, coworkers who have chosen to lengthen the long weekend by a day or two of annual leave on either side are vanishing in droves, resulting in a noticeably emptier room. I'm not complaining. It's quieter.
I'm suffering from a sudden urge to go and watch the seventies Three/Four Musketeers pair of movies again. Though maybe not at this time of night, as I'm suffeering from an even more sudden urge to sleep. Something to do over Easter, perhaps. Since I have them both as DVDs. Oh yes.
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There were as many women here as men; the real difference was between what she suspected were genuine artisans and engineers, with neat equipment cases tucked under their arms or chained to their wrists, and wanderers just on the lookout for an interesting bargain, slumming upper classes or fascinated onlookers. The women all wore veils against the sooty fog, just as Irene did, tucked round their mouths or draped from hat to shoulder; many of the men had wound mufflers around the lower part of their faces in a similar way. It gave the whole place a very seedy feeling; a gathering for criminals, a market for Victorian bank-robbers, a shady shoppery for shady people.
