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07:05 am - Back from Boston!
Hi, everyone! Am safe and home in Middlesbrough; the post-wonderful-trip comedown hit about as hard as I expected, but proven 1p/minute UK->USA phone calls make the distance much easier.

I am still under the influence of glandular fever / mononucleosis, which held firm throughout the trip. I'm still noticeably hotter than usual, for one of the more prosaic and less entertaining definitions of hot; often I will wake up with thoroughly sweated-into pyjamas. In addition, sleep still comes in bursts of no more than two or three hours. The appetite is waning; all this has led to my naked bodyweight falling down to 180 lbs., which half-completes a New Year's Resolution, but getting glandular fever is a hell of a way to do so. Not recommended.

One happy factor is Middlesbrough's air is rather less hot and dry than that I habitually found abroad, so I no longer have a permanently sore throat. With the sore throat and the temperature, all this adds up to me not having got a lot of sleep while I was in Boston. Now normally I would encourage this as having been a good thing, but there were definitely ways in which this was not for the best of reasons. Ah well.

Despite the whinging, this was definitely the week of my life with the highest quality-of-happiness : quality-of-health ratio, performing extremely well on the numerator as well as being at 0.8 or so all week on the denominator. I am very much in love with the wonderful dezzikitty; the more I learn about her, the more there is to love about her. It is a joy to give her reasons to be cheerful, and no less than she deserves for being one big reason for me to be cheerful. Meg will be posting about the week as well, especially about her tremendous birthday party on Friday. She also has photos which will make you... well, display your normal reaction to couple-y cuteness, but only more so.

Tuesday: as discussed, an "averagely lousy" coach trip from Middlesbrough to London, which translates to really moderately displeasant. I ended up next to a guy who had a disturbing habit of literally beating himself up for not being able to get to sleep, but I managed to snatch 60-90 minutes en route. Sent a video message to dezzikitty on an Internet phone, which was definitely £1 o' fun for the money, cleaned up at Victoria Coach Station and had a Subway for breakfast with addedentry. Now Subway ain't no Hungry Jack's but their Veggie Delite is kind of more-ish.

Changed at South Kensington, for Megtastic memory bonus, then Picadillied Heathrowwards. Fell asleep somewhere past Acton Town and woke up at Heathrow 4, bursting for the loo; counted the seconds until H123 then sprinted up the escalators to the lavs. Not pleasant, but the best that could be done under the circumstances. Made way to Terminal 1, headed for check-in desk, saw Phill Jupitus (just having checked into bmi, I think), observed he was carrying a big black box marked BBC and decided it really was him. I didn't have a pen at hand, but he wandered off one way and I retrieved a pen just in case. Happily he wandered back the other and I inquired whether it would not be too naff to trouble him for a signature. He wrote a cheerful-and-interesting-if-uninspired "For Chris, tickets etcetera! Phill Jupitus" on my, erm, ticket wallet. All told, a Good Result. (Surely?)

Icelandair is lousy - of the six airlines I've crossed the Atlantic with, I'd put them only above the trip I took with the happily-now-defunct TWA in the late '80s. Icelandair food consists of a breadcrumbed chicken patty, filled with cheese sauce in the style of a Chicken Kiev, with a stealth slice of salami in the middle. On the four legs I flew, London to Reykjavik, Reykjavik to Baltimore-Washington, Baltimore-Washington to Reykjavik and Reykjavik to London, they served this identical patty three times, (They probably would have served it a fourth time had the last leg not been a breakfast one.) First time was with what can only be described as a yellow rice sauce, second time with mashed potatoes and insipid greens, third time in beef gravy alongside more rice (including grated carrot and cucumber). Breakfast was an omelette above a slice of ham, topped with barely-sort-of-fried potatoes. Overall mark for food: 3/10, and that mostly for decent rolls and fair (if dry) chocolate brownies. Tip: declare yourself vegetarian and hope.

Icelandair also lose points for their drinks service. Tea, coffee and cups of water are complimentary, but in short supply; everything else, you must pay for - even juice and fizzy pop. The cost of non-alcoholic drinks is 1: £1, €1 or $1, or 10 Generic Scandinavian Crowns From Wherever. To be fair, buying a half-litre bottle of water for $1 is a pretty good deal for a flight, though. In-flight entertainment: sub-Delta movies. Seats: very uncomfortable. I paid £0+tax for the flight, which was about a fair price; you really do get what you pay for. (Yet might I fly Icelandair again? I might if it let me save, say, £100 or £150 compared to something comfortable like Virgin.)

Got to Baltimore-Washington. Filled in immigration form and declared myself to have no communicable diseases hence eligible for a visa waiver. Had a tuna salad at the City Deli there (dodgy) and took an AirTran flight from BWI to Boston (extremely conducive to sleep, so excellent). Met Meg and had great big happy hug-filled reunion. Caught a cab home. Met first of Meg's housemates. Meg's apartment is very nice, but you don't get the details. Collapsed.

Wednesday: Meg bravely got up and went to work; I caught up on sleep, both morning and afternoon, soaking all and sundry with sweat. Upon Meg's return, we went out to the local grocery and bought all sorts of strange items, most of which we had excellent intentions about eating and did not eat. Specifically, we bought 4 apples and a hand of 7 bananas, along with a very cute little pot of dried fruit. We actually ate: 2 bananas and about one example of each type of fruit in the pot. (Dried apple and dried pear: significantly less inspiring than they sound, and I thought they sounded inspiring.) Dinner: pasta alfredo, made by Meg's fair hand, which I hadn't had before. Yum! Meg cooks like a good 'un and I have no objections at all to doing the washing up. Happy memories of the year next to zorac, there. We may have started watching a Eddie Izzard DVD that night, too; it's not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I kept collapsing into bed sleepily after about 20-25 minutes each time. Sorry, Eddie!

OK, so you get four paragraphs about Icelandair and one short one about Wednesday. This is because Icelandair is lousy and hence interesting to write about. Wednesday, while ill, was lovely and hence less exciting to write about. Plus we get to keep all the interesting details to ourselves.

Thursday: Up early, showers and off into town together to drop Meg off to work, finding out more about her daily routine. From there I wandered a quarter-mile down the road to the local Prudential Mall and started to explore. (They have a food court! With an Indian restaurant!! Which serves mango lassi!!! Though, alas, a treat which must wait until next time.) I return home and visit Shaw's to purchase a packet of Lindt truffles on a hot tip-off. After that, I returned home and worked on a cunning plan, inspired by a Boston tourist information leaflet I had picked up in the mall. Meg's birthday would be the next day, Friday, but in addition to the other presents (which are hers to tell about!) I engineered a way to see if we could go to the Charles Playhouse and see the Blue Man Group. Happily, there were a pair of tickets left for the Saturday late night performance, at the very edge of the balcony, so I swooped back into town and nabbed 'em.

Then to TeaLuxe, our agreed meeting-point. However, with the temperature being 80°F (about 26°C, so about twice as far from freezing as I was expecting) I declared it to be time for a pre-lunch box of milk at Rebecca's Cafe two doors down. Unfortunately the heat and the miscellaneous excitement contributed to me having about four bites of my lunch and getting the rest in a box to go. The afternoon arrangement was called off on all sides, so I returned back to Casa Meg for a siesta. Hey, heat of the day and all that - it sounds more authentic than "another nap".

Meg came home after work with the excellent news that Friday's planned half-day had turned into a none-day and in fact the start of a four-day birthday weekend. Upon making the fatal discovery that their cable system got the Game Show Network on channel 58, I couldn't be prised from The $100,000 Pyramid. D0rkishly, I a-capella'd and hand-jived along to the theme tune. A good dozen or so of the game show side of my friends list will sigh happily at the thought of me having a girlfriend who will not b00t me afar instantly at this point. Truly a reason why Meg is the ideal girlfriend for me based on every lady I have ever met on any continent, though I accept that "being prepared to put up with someone who likes obscure '80s American game shows" may well not feature on your list of partnership assets. Call it a fetish - yeah, yeah...

And so to Sunset's for dinner with Meg, the groovy goodtime girl muffinbutt (malachan, you must have so much fun together!) and the tremendously open, happy elsalus (and it's clear to see why Meg thinks you such a fine friend). I tried the communal shark starter and found it surprisingly mild; the rest of dinner was made up of meaty chicken fajitas. There was also a toilet break during the length of which the Red Sox conceded four runs to the Montreal Blue Jays(?), but less of that. A quiet evening in was required afterwards.

Friday: a very gentle start to the day, before Meg unwrapped her presents. Most memorable present, lurking within a sewing box, was a new friend, but the story is Meg's to tell. Lots of cards and gifts from Meg's many friends about the land; a very happy start to the day. Meg had ham, cheese and crackers for lunch; I was much more in the mood for TeaLuxe salad-and-salsa pittas than I had been the day before. After that, we packed an overnight bag and made our way to the Westin Copley Place; Meg had enjoyed the Westin chain's Heavenly Bed in the past, plus this is extremely well-situated. Tip: it may be well worth joining the AAA for the savings you make at just one or two Westin stays.

Accordingly, we checked into our Junior Suite in the early afternoon and set to take advantage, just a little, of the facilities. Shortly afterwards, we trooped through the network of interlocking malls down to the Cheesecake Factory; their bizarre policy of accepting neither reservations nor call-ins meant that the only way for us to get a table for twelve was to send people down and queue for "ooh, about a couple of hours" in advance. Thankfully the Cheesecake Factory (a venue chosen for its immensity and for a menu with the variety to have something to please everyone!) was just across the way from Barnes & Noble, so we could get a crossword magazine to co-operate upon until our brains melted and excellent company arrived in rescue.

One other thing we noted at Barnes & Noble with great amusement was the size of little yellow ducks on sale. Now originally there were large ducks and small ducks. However, many people authentically recreated Make Way For Ducklings by buying their own authentic family: one large Mrs. Mallard and eight smaller ducklings (Jack, Kack - poor dear! - Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack and Quack). Accordingly, this would necessitate making several times as many of the smaller ducklings - eight, perhaps? - as of the larger Mrs. Mallards. The B&N had got their ratio somewhat incorrect and were left with a surfeit of Mrs. Mallards with no ducklings to look after. The cunning thing to do at this point, in a McDonalds-like feat of super-sizing, would be to introduce a limited-edition larger duck still, so that the former Mrs. Mallards might turn out to be ducklings to a Very Big Mrs. Mallard Indeed. It's like the St. Ives riddle, only backwards. And with ducks.

After a meal at The Cheesecake Factory enjoyed by all, with many happy smiles and photos to accompany, the dozen of us retreated back to the Junior Suite at the Westin. Meg's friend Jen (and I lose track of LJ names here) had made a fantastic cake, the size of a very respectable pillow; not only had the cake a particularly zesty tang of lemon, it was frosted beautifully in white. Star attraction were four rows of six wobbly yellow ducklings all making way in a happy yet orderly fashion for each other. 24 ducks for the 24 years in the greatest birthday cake I have ever set eyes and teeth upon; here's to an 8-by-12 96th birthday cake that's just as much fun. It also meant that we could each enjoy a very generous slice of cake, boundary demarked by the duck, with still a large half of the cake left over!

Many of the friends kindly gave Meg somve very exciting-looking books as gifts (though we enjoyed the gag gifts too!) and there were plenty more photos and good humour. Even the Westin themselves sent up a well-wisher, with card and gift-basket in tow, when we asked room service for a cake knife. An extremely pleasant and comfortable evening to what I hope and believe was Meg's best birthday yet; people filed home at about eleven or so, leaving us to our own devices.

Saturday: a cuddly start to the day watching the previous evening's Sportscenter (we enjoyed the Not-The-Top Ten!) before breakfast in bed. Meg likes her eggs in the morning to be substituted by bacon - an answer to the gag you hadn't heard before - and I enjoyed a power-packed smoothie. Taking things very slowly and gently, we enjoyed a couple of tours of the cold swimming pool and the blood-temperature whirlpool, before taking full advantage of our "Privilege Plus" late checkout at 2pm. Then back to base and even a short Saturday afternoon nap.

The Saturday evening excitement was a trip out to see the Blue Man Group. Now I knew these primarily from the strength of their bizarre Intel ads some years ago, but I had looked into them over the years and the reminder that they were playing in Boston struck me as a potentially once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. (Also, I know that someone on my Friends list has listed them as an interest, but I can't remember who; the two most plausible subjects return negative, and the interests search doesn't ring bells either. Nevertheless, if it's you, thanks for the pointer.) Accordingly, I was thrilled that tickets were available and that Meg expressed an interest in coming along.

The BMG are a one-of-a-kind act, bordering on novelty but without the negative connotations that "novelty act" carries. Their main gimmick is extremely cool drumming - on anything and everything, but most interestingly on plastic tubes of different sorts and in different ways. They hammer away at the ends of tuned pipes, plus also the lengths of pipes which they extend and contract, trombone-style, to change the frequencies. (At a stretch, I suppose this could be compared to the Stomp musical with its wide variety of unlikely urban percussion and tap-dancing.) They also have a live band as backup to provide some melodies where appropriate.

However, the drumming is perhaps a quarter of the act. Much of the rest is physical comedy, with some spectacular stunts that I shall not spoil mixed in. The Blue Men themselves are ignorant, mute mimes, but they have very charming, naive characters, interacting with everyday objects - and sometimes members of the audience! - in surprising ways. It's a super sonic show, playing with both noise as well as music. The finale is spectacular and borders on synaesthetic, but is a tremendously tactile audience-participatory experience that you just won't get to have, and to share, anywhere or anyhow else. The fact that it's set to the KLF's Last Train To Trancentral, a classy, uplifting piece of '92 electronica which I hadn't enjoyed for years and years, only makes it better. An immensely joyful conclusion. Bernie (deepfun) DeKoven would love it.

That said, for me, on a one-to-five star scale, the overall show is firmly rooted in the fours rather than a five. You get an hour and three quarters for your money, straight through without an intermission, but only perhaps an hour of that is seeing the brilliant Blue Men. There are pre-taped inserts which are played from time to time, plus a lot of following scrolling messages. Now I'll grant you that these are done very well and inevitably (and happily!) there are interesting twists on the basic formats involved. Nevertheless, it sets my "is this tremendously brave and innovative art or is this a naked Emperor?" meter tingling; when the high spots are so high, this starts to feel faintly like lazy filler. It's very good at what it does, but it's not nearly as much fun as watching the Blue Men out there doing things. Or maybe I watched too many scrolling-message demos on my Amiga twelve years back.

OK, that's a quibble, and mostly one for me to show my vast knowledge of art criticism (ahem) rather than anything else. On the fun factor scale, the Blue Man Group show earns a full three barrels of monkeys. It's worth delaying your trip to see the BMG in order to get the best seats, front and center; members of the "poncho section" do don provided protective clothing, but this is more on the unlikely off-chance that something slightly messy does spatter - no non-Governor Gallagher-style smash-a-watermelon-into-the-audience style antics here. The seats we had at the extreme ends of the balcony gave us a good view of what happened on stage, an acceptable view of the video screens and a limited view of the recessed backstage where some of the drumming taken place. If you're still in two minds, read the official web site; if you think you might like the show, then you really will. Thumbs firmly up! I are having many love for Blue Man! (Meg, see this for passing mention of Charo, too...)

So we returned joyfully after the show to find our beloved friends in the apartment below packing their rooms and balcony to approximately six times safe working load for what was not so much a kegger party as a three-kegger party. (We saw the barrels ready to be rolled upstairs.) Words were had; Meg's housemates kicked arse. When the party and its repetitive bass non-music subsided in the wee sma's, we called it a night.

Sunday: definitely a day to take things easy; eventually we rolled along to the habitual brunch place to join Sunday regulars irinaauthor, muffinbutt and elsalus to dig into the brunch troughs. There were the breakfast standards, of course, but also lunch available: ziti (pasta tubes and tomato sauce, I discovered) and meatballs, or chicken, steamed veg and rice. Another big winner were the home fries: fried chunks of potato (in their skins!) accompanied by some of my favoured veg. Dessert, too: DIY strawberry shortcake (yum!), fruit salad and cookies, a single one of which sustained me for ten minutes. Couple that with inexpensive and lethal mimosas (UK translation: buck's fizz, with the champagne-to-OJ ratio almost dangerously high) and no wonder why the gang keeps coming back there week after week. Oh, there was also the Red Sox blanking the Yankees 2-0 at their home, which didn't hurt in the least. (Nobody tell expetesso about the reflected delight I took in this, please...)

Sunday afternoon was a day spent making dezzikitty's favourite family recipe eight-hour pasta sauce, accelerated to a positively fast-food 6 or 7 on top of the turbo gas stove. It's not very far from what people might think of as a bolognaise sauce (perhaps a blognaise sauce when one of us makes it?) but the slow cooking leads to tremendous tenderness and a gorgeous consistency. Mm-hm good. Filled with brunch and with wonderful smells, this was a lazy afternoon filled with watching the TLC sweepstakes (we don't mess about - bosh, O random viewer, here's a $350,000 cheque!) and sundry board games. On the playlist were Scrabble (winner: Meg, but I kept it very close - sticking myself with a J and a Q in the last pickup of tiles and not having places to play them is a killer), Trivial Pursuit Vth Mix (winner: Meg, 6-4) and Yahtzee (winner: Meg with a massive score due to a second Yahtzee 100-point bonus). Just the way to wrap things up after all the excitement.

Monday: final day, final time spent together for now, packing and so forth - hardly a barrel of giggles, but it turns out that packing is just as much fun as all the other little mundane things that we enjoyed doing together. Meg says she makes taxes fun, and I can believe it; heck, I'd even be prepared to consider that I might enjoy decorating a house if I were helping her. Took lots of silly but mostly happy photos as a gentle final-day "something to remember you by" exercise; many of these Meg will post, some of which will find home in usericon collections either here or there. I suppose this makes this 4,500 words of filler text for a GIP.

So, fully packed, and with a last few essential supplies for the trip, one final T journey to the airport in very good time. A wander about for souvenirs (wouldn't you believe it - almost all Make Way For Ducklings-themed!) and down to the gates for a few last cuddles and kisses with very few people watching. Through the security barrier - a tough final separation, as always - then sticking $1 into a public internet terminal to post one more goodbye.

Boston to Baltimore-Washington with AirTran: fantastic. Slept through take-off, only to be woken up for the drinks call. Unbeatable. Wrote two postcards. Baltimore-Washington: spend 74% of last $10 bill on stamps, nurse a Sprite (plus a refill!) at Burger King to finish off remaining postcards and dispatch them. Send remaining US postal stamps to Meg along with a card and happy/longing/missing thoughts. Down to $1.18 cash at this point - a fraction short of the cost of a packet of fries, but it's fortunate that I didn't buy them as it meant that I could buy a bottle of water from Icelandair which served me well the next day.

Tuesday: Monday became Tuesday very quickly due to travelling back through the timezones against the Sun. In-flight entertainment was My Big Fat Greek Wedding, the first half of which I could extract no feelgood joy whatsoever from, but at least I managed to defeat the irritating lumbar support to pick up about a film and a half's worth of sleep. Another 90 minute layover in Iceland (reading Word Freak on the way back; have got about a third through, but finding it suprisingly unaffectionate so far), a check of the postcards in the shop which was firmly shut on the way there, and so to the final leg of the flight. Awful breakfast, but at least another hour or so's nap, before a Hannibal-esque trek through the wilderness of the Heathrow Terminal 1/2 Eurohub arrivals section. My, that is a large airport - almost unworkably so. No problems at Immigration or Customs and I'm back in the country.

Tube from Heathrow to Victoria, nearly falling asleep, and firmly esconcing myself into easyInternetCafé as is only traditional. The 24-hour pass has gone up to a whopping £3.50 now, but it still offers three and a half hours of the best value to be had in London. (Plus a Subway store, complete with overflowing ice machine.) Chatted with Meg through AIM Express to aid the cold turkey girlfriend withdrawal symptoms; the whole café trekked outside at one point when the alarms went off.

(Aside: are the best holiday-sized currency transaction deals in the whole of the UK to be had simply by taking money out of an ATM in pounds and then hitting one of the many no-commission exchange bureaux around Victoria Station? Seems a counter-intuitive and dangerous way to do it, but there's a lot of competition and rates which seem to be bordering on 3% better than those up North.)

Coach home. Sucked a fair bit, but I had a double seat and managed to score, ooh, another two or three hours or so of sleep along the way in chunks. Also as is usual, the coaches take about 5½ hours rather than their announced 6¼, so an early return to Middlesbrough bus station. (Only to learn that the minimum fees on payphones are going up to a scandalous 30p from May - or, as we like to more accurately refer to it, "next week". Why have we grumpy old men not been told so that we can be grumpy about it?)

And so the parents collected me from the coach station and brought me home, and very soon afterwards I hit the 1p/minute phone line to Meg once more. :-) So it begins all over again, and Meg is coming to the UK at the end of May. Not long to go now, and we know there is so much joy waiting for us.

The End. The end of the holiday; never the end of us. I love you so much, Meg; many, many thanks for one of the happiest (if least healthy!) weeks I can remember.
Current Mood: lovedloved
Current Music: "LED Storm" ZX Spectrum game music by Tim Follin

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From:ericklendl
Date:April 30th, 2004 01:06 am (UTC)

Buck's Fizz? You *drank* Buck's Fizz? Ojojoj...

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I don't really like Word Freak either. I'm not sure whether the problem lies with Fatsis himself, or whether he's deliberately picked on the ugliest members of the US Scrabble fraternity, or whether the US Scrabble fraternity really is deeply ugly - but the book left me quite glad of the relative sanity of playing the game in Britain.

Getting stuck with J's and Q's... may I offer you some Super-Sekrit-Coaching-That-Your-Beloved-Doesn't-Know-About on how to deal with similar situations? dezzikitty - same offer applies! ;-) Let me start by teaching you the unusual Z word ZITI, which I'm given to understand is some kind of pasta tubes.

Love the GIP. I was looking back at some of the MSO 2000 photo album earlier in the week, which I leave as an exercise for the reader to track down. Losing the glasses suits you, and, well, it looks to me like finding Meg *really* suits you.

But you don't need me to tell you that, of course... :-)
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From:bopeepsheep
Date:April 30th, 2004 02:42 am (UTC)
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Ziti. I always steer clear of pasta types for fear of being accused of playing 'foring' words though. Are they Officially acceptable? That opens up my game quite a lot if they are...
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From:ericklendl
Date:April 30th, 2004 02:58 am (UTC)
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The best way to have arguments at Scrabble is to not decide in advance what's acceptable. :-) Investing in Official Scrabble Words (or Official Scrabble Players Dictionary for readers Stateside) is a sensible idea, as you can just flick through the list and if it's there, it's good. Makes the game incredibly boring straightforward.

Pasta types are treated very inconsistently. Common types like linguine, spaghetti and ravioli are Officially OK, but the likes of spirali and radiatore aren't. Some will (ridiculously) let you pluralise with an S, others won't. ZITI (which lets you put an S on the end) has an alternative spelling of ZITE (which doesn't). Proceed with caution. :-)
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From:bopeepsheep
Date:April 30th, 2004 03:27 am (UTC)
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Strictly speaking, ZITE isn't an alternative spelling, it's the singular. Uno zite, due ziti. So adding an S to ZITI is indeed ridiculous! I will have a peruse of OSW next time I locate my copy (somewhere in the vicinity of the set I hope).
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From:ericklendl
Date:April 30th, 2004 03:44 am (UTC)
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As it comes out of Chambers, it could be anything as far as they're concerned! I'll have to check it up sometime.

If you don't find your OSW (and even if you do), there's a really nifty piece of software called LeXpert, which lets you pull out words from the lexicons fitting almost any criteria you can conceive of. I can't recommend it highly enough.

Gotta love LJ. You write a detailed description of your week of lovey-doveyness, go to sleep for a few hours and by the time you get back two of your friends have mutated it into a discussion of pasta shapes that can be used in Scrabble! :-)
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 03:01 pm (UTC)
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I wonder if there is significant similarity between the way that Latin nouns and Italian nouns conjugate?

No, I'm talking rubbish. Fuggedabahtit.
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 02:55 pm (UTC)
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One additional issue we had to struggle with was the absolute absence of any dictionary whatsoever from the house. (I suppose we could have always used Google, but that would have been pretty ridiculous due to internal geographical inconvenience.) Accordingly we had to work out the legality or otherwise of words on the fly. Technically a recipe for disaster, but Scrabble with only very ad-hoc definitions of legality is better than no Scrabble at all. (Mmm - perhaps this only holds true when playing against someone as lovely as Meg.)
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:19 pm (UTC)

Re: Buck's Fizz? You *drank* Buck's Fizz? Ojojoj...

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I also didn't drink any BF myself - I had a very sober orange juice. Some of it was almost appropriated to water OJ down the mimosas to an acceptably, instead of excessively, boozy level.

Spectacles: I'm really not tempted by the idea of contact lenses, but perhaps (just perhaps) Sven Goran Eriksson has the right idea with his almost invisible ones.
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From:bateleur
Date:April 30th, 2004 03:53 am (UTC)

Cuuute !

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How cute is that icon ?!

OK, let's do a scientific test:

Gross [-------------------> ] Dangerously cute

Whoa - only just within safe limits there ! <grin>
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 03:03 pm (UTC)

Re: Cuuute !

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In that case, I'm glad we were not "giving it 120%", as the sports stars and other cliché monsters say. (Perhaps only in the context of commercials for breakfast cereals and "energy" drinks.)
From:2ndavemusic
Date:April 30th, 2004 05:16 am (UTC)

SAPiness

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No matter what ericlendl says, there's more to this discussion than just Scrabble-Acceptable Pasta.

1. Chris, Chris, Chris--I'd've thought someone who travels as much as you do would have known long ago: never accept baseline airline food. Always be a vegetarian, or keep kosher, or something.

2. Glad you enjoyed BMG. I still haven't been to see them. That Smurf link is very weird; I think I missed about half the references, but I bizarrely funny. GS humor=always welcome.

3. It's not a fetish, this enjoyment of "'80s American game shows," it's a calling. Meg scores high, it's true, for not tossing you out, but "Pyramid"'s pretty mainstream. Now, if you'd been watching "Hot Potato," that'd be another matter entirely. Herself scores even higher for whiling away an afternoon playing board games with you. You both score high points for not letting the other win.

4. It's a "blognaise" sauce if you spill some on the laptop while posting to LJ. They don't serve alfredo sauce in the UK? Who knew?!

5. Even if you're missing your beloved a whole lot and feeling visit-withdrawal symptoms, putting the words "cold turkey girlfriend" in succession makes for a risky read.

6 (and final). I'm glad you had such a good time, I wish you a full and speedy recovery, and the IP--not gratuitous at all. You're a handsome couple. Congratulations again on finding each other.

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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:16 pm (UTC)

Re: SAPiness

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:-) Thanks.

1. I actually quite like baseline airline food, normally. (Well, I usually fly Virgin or Delta, who aren't too bad.) Weird, no?

2. It's been doing the rounds for, ooh, more than three years now. All Your Base Are Belong To Us is so 2000, man, but it was actually relevant here.

3. :-) Very good board game city to be based in, too, Boston.

4. I didn't, largely through ignorance as to what it was in the first place!

5. :-)

6. Thanks very much indeed! Your good wishes are much appreciated. :-)
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From:imc
Date:April 30th, 2004 05:56 am (UTC)
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My Big Fat Greek Wedding, the first half of which I could extract no feelgood joy whatsoever from

We quite liked it (but then it was shortly after our big fat Italian wedding <g>).

(Aside: are the best holiday-sized currency transaction deals in the whole of the UK to be had simply by taking money out of an ATM in pounds and then hitting one of the many no-commission exchange bureaux around Victoria Station? [)]

It does seem to vary. At some times in the past when going to the USA I've found the airport kiosks to have better rates than any place in Oxford. But then, I haven't looked at exchange rates at Victoria Station, and most of the places I've been to do charge commission (about £3 minimum seems to be the average these days), though sometimes the AmEx shop in Queen Street has offered commission-free exchange as a special offer (well, assuming we don't count as commission the quite large difference between the buying and selling rates - I suppose they don't make any money at all off that, oh no).

Anyway, these days I've found the best way is to wait till we get there and then put my debit card into an ATM (it has Cirrus and Maestro logos on it and most US machines these days seem to accept Cirrus). My bank seems to charge £1.75 for this, but the exchange rate is not usually dreadful.

So it begins all over again, and Meg is coming to the UK at the end of May. Not long to go now, and we know there is so much joy waiting for us.

This may be a cheeky question, but do you see this being a long-distance relationship indefinitely or is one of you making plans to skip the country? I could wibble on a bit more about LDRs, but I shan't.
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From:meggitymeg
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:03 am (UTC)
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This may be a cheeky question, but do you see this being a long-distance relationship indefinitely or is one of you making plans to skip the country?

There has been definite research into library and archival positions in the UK, says Meg, as she runs out the door to catch a plane to Atlanta...
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From:hermorrine
Date:April 30th, 2004 12:37 pm (UTC)
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Mmmm. We should talk when you get back...
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From:imc
Date:April 30th, 2004 03:50 pm (UTC)
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Do I hear another librarian/archivist looking for a job? :-)
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:24 pm (UTC)
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More than one Bostonian professional librarian alone looking to make the move to the UK. Given there are so many librarian types on LJ, which I am convinced is not co-incidence, there must be good example of one (or more) US librarian who took their US Masters in librarianship to the UK to work. Does this ring bells with anyone?
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From:hermorrine
Date:May 1st, 2004 12:57 pm (UTC)
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Haha, no. I did used to work in a library, but now I'm firmly a computer geek. However, you can take the girl out of the library/grad school, but you can't take the library/grad school out of the girl, so I'm working on a long post about how it's really really difficult to move to another country. (not just because of Meg's comment - I'm on a community where this question gets asked almost daily) So yes, if you have any interest in the subject, the post should be up later today.
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:22 pm (UTC)
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I've heard much in favour of the "take the money out of an ATM in the destination" route in the past, and the rate seems to be moderately favourable compared to traditional banks. The reason I don't like it is that I like having a considerable amount of cash with me upon landing in the country, if only to be able to prove to an immigration officer that I am suitably funded for the trip to come.

Cheeky question is entirely pertinent! When sir_gareth came to the UK, a fair chunk of our discussion was about visa regulations. The US really don't seem to make it easy for someone to come abroad to work.
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From:selkie28
Date:April 30th, 2004 06:55 am (UTC)
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I'm just sorry that you were so sick while you were here. But it was very good to meet you -- I hope we get to chat more sometime! Also glad you managed to have fun despite your illness.
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:26 pm (UTC)
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Thanks very much! And many thanks again for the awesome cake; lots of wonderful things happened on Friday, but the beautiful, happy cake really made Meg's day. :-)
From:daweaver
Date:April 30th, 2004 12:03 pm (UTC)

Top 10

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1) Blimey, that's a good icon.

2a) It is generally better to request a %special% meal on a plane, for some value of %special%.
2b) However, when a Bulgarian gentlemen confuses the steward enough to hoick your %special% meal, you will come out ahead.

3) In my experience, obtaining cash in %country_of_destination% is cheaper - and no less secure - than obtaining it in %country_of_departure%. If you wish, you can play minor currency speculator, topping up your wallet just before leaving.

4) Being ill is not good. Being ill in a distant province is very not good. Do get better.

5) Blokes who do the washing up: thumbs up.

6) Phill Jupitus, eh? You do move in some star-studded circles, sir.

7) There are still people who don't watch 80s game shows religiously? You do surprise me.

8) KLF? A-ha! A-ha!

9) Goodbyes are always hard. Goodbyes at airports are especially difficult. Don't ask why.

10) 30 new pence? One of these years, BT may just gift you a pay-as-you-go Handy.

Hurrah, sir!
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:33 pm (UTC)

Re: Top 10

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Thanks!

6. Or Heathrow Terminal 1. It amused me, anyhow.

8. That would be the Alan Partridge remix. Now there's a thought to furrow your brow and make you groan.

10. Actually, I was given a stray Nokia for Christmas. At some point I may apply the necessary readies to make it do anything, almost certainly on a pay-as-you-go basis. However, it is a very low priority item indeed at the moment (mainly because I don't get out much) and the Orange shop (for I have a vague feeling that there is an Orange-Nokia tie-in with this particular phone which I haven't properly investigated) always seems very busy when I pass.

The winning move seems to be to investigate the BT Chargecard, which I think gives you a slightly more acceptable minimum call charge in exchange for a silly rate on the phone calls. I tried using the non-BT call boxes at the mumble (not Mumbles, for that would be diffierent) service station on the M1 - the one which isn't Trowell, but is the first one after the M18 joins the M1 between Sheffield and Nottingham and a call to 0844 6 810 810 was charged at about 1p per second rather than 1p per minute as per this BT landline. No surprise Monday evening Meg-time call for Meg, then. :-/
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From:malachan
Date:April 30th, 2004 01:09 pm (UTC)
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Glad you had fun! (When will your next visit be?)
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:35 pm (UTC)

Thanks!

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  • Meg comes here at the end of May;
  • we both go to Belgium for Chat00bage in July;
  • I go to Boston again towards the start of September;
  • Meg comes vaguely to the UK or to Ireland for my birthday in October;
  • I go to Boston despite it being closer to -40° than freezing in January.
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From:ringbark
Date:April 30th, 2004 02:12 pm (UTC)
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And I thought me in Birmingham and Viv in Leeds was a problem. Not to say me in Auckland/Wellington and Viv and three sons in Hastings. But I digress.

While living in VU, my friend Dave (nicknames: Big Dave, Fat Dave) took ill with hepatitis. It's one of the risks of drinking naturally prepared kava. After his recovery, he was in serious need of a new nickname. Hope you are not afflicted to quite such a serious extent.

I'm suitably impressed by the idea of 1p/min calls UK-->US. According to their site, you can do the same UK-->NZ. Please give me call sometime, bearing in mind it's GMT+12 here.

I've generally travelled with plastic rather than cash since 1990. Although British credit card companies seem to whack on an alarming handling charge for cash advances and foreign currency transactions, banks outside Britain don't and I've found American Express to be the best rates.

It's marvellous to hear so much joy and happiness coming from the pages you are writing at the moment. May it continues for a long time, if not for ever.
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:42 pm (UTC)
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As I seem to be keeping EDT hours or some approximation thereof, I dare say there could be suitable crossover between my evenings and your mornings. On the other hand, I know you're a busy guy with considerable commitments. When, at the weekends, would be the best time to call, please?

Many thanks for your good wishes! :-)
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From:ringbark
Date:May 1st, 2004 02:26 am (UTC)
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Indeed a good point. It's fairly late Saturday already, tomorrow Sunday has church in the morning and friends visiting till latish. Then it's the week again...I'm out most evenings this week and out of town all weekend. I'll drop you an email when I've got some windows of opportunity!
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:April 30th, 2004 07:44 pm (UTC)
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Oddly enough, we saw a double overbid at the end of a TPiR one morning, with Fields signing off in the end credits. He seemed all right, as far as I could telll, though it would have been far cooler to have Randy West get the job, of course. Hey ho.
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From:dr4b
Date:May 2nd, 2004 04:24 pm (UTC)
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THEY HAVE MAKE WAY FOR DUCKLINGS SOUVENIRS?!?!?!?!!?

Oh, um, I'm glad you had a good week. But I have to admit I was speed-reading and reached a total speed bump at that line.
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:May 2nd, 2004 05:23 pm (UTC)

A very surprised-looking duck, there

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Like you wouldn't believe. :-) Mum has got a very attractive-looking set of coasters with ducklings making way thereon, and Dad a cheerful yellow tote bag. Actually, neither of them know this yet. Given that I've bought them presents, it would probably be wise to present give them to the parents at some point. There might even be the inspiration for a duck-related icon, at long last.

Thanks for your good wishes! You really, really ought to beFriend my beloved dezzikitty, not least because the usericons she uses will cheer you up every day :-)
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From:titanic_days
Date:May 4th, 2004 01:45 pm (UTC)
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Glad you had a good time, and I was sorry to hear about the mono.

I was wondering, as I've never had a layover before and am flying the same route as you, if you could talk me through how it worked? Did you need any documentation for Iceland, not being in the EU? Did they make you physically change planes, and if so how was the baggage sorted? Anything you can say that will assuage my wibblyness would be greatly appreciated.

Hope you're feeling better, d00d.
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:May 4th, 2004 02:24 pm (UTC)
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No documentation required for Iceland! You don't go through Immigration or Customs at all - just into (and back out of) a very dull departure lounge with a very small duty free shopping area. Yes, you change planes; they deal with the baggage transfer for you. (You get a luggage label with both the LHR to KEF and KEF to BWI legs marked on it.) Bring some source of entertainment for the 90-minute layover, as there isn't one at the airport. Really.

Tip: have some US$1 bills with you to buy non-water soft drinks, because this is cheaper than £1 or €1. I think alky drinks are US$4 per - I can remember someone buying two rum and Pepsis for US$10. The food is lousy, I'm afraid, so you might want to consider inventing phantom vegetarianism and hoping that the veg option isn't even worse.

And, 96 minutes in advance, have a great birthday!

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