Notes From A Meeting
Written on a pad in today’s meeting
Me: I have absolutely no idea what’s going on.
Colleague: There are 125 lights in this room.
Actually it was good and we got a lot done, which is why there was no post this morning. Doesn’t stop you leaving comments, though, does it? Jesus.
One comment by lunchtime today, people. One. Can you count them? Trick question. One. I will turn this blog around…
No, I’m just messing with you. How you doing? Apologies for the late update today.
I’d forgotten how much I like hotels in the daytime. There’s a quiet transience about them, especially on the airportwards edge of big cities. Hammersmith is such a place, being near Heathrow, where body clocks go out of sync.
It’s enough to make me Thomasesque (or Dylanesque like Dylan Thomas but not Bobesque).
The shoppers, the businessmen, the mistress made up for the finger buffet, the conference debutants, the tea-timing two-timers trawling for trysts, the bored teenage boy too young to be “Sir”, the children charging Nintendos under the piano while London waits beyond revolving doors - outside, in the rain.
Plus they had wireless broadband and free pastries, so why not, right? They do a nice cheese board at the Novotel. Well, you know - they are French and everything.
How is that racist?
June 20th, 2007 at 8:51 pm
Hey, I did MY part!
June 20th, 2007 at 9:41 pm
You may be happy to put up not-a-proper-posts, but some of us are not prepared to put up not-a-proper-comments. So there.
June 20th, 2007 at 9:51 pm
True both. I let you down.
June 20th, 2007 at 10:18 pm
No, Cliff, you let yourself down, and that’s the hardest bit to bear.
June 20th, 2007 at 10:34 pm
Man, she’s tough on you.
WHat’s Wendy got to say about it?
June 20th, 2007 at 10:35 pm
HEy! That means she called my comment a not-a-proper-comment!
Katy?!
June 20th, 2007 at 10:37 pm
It’s actually not. I let myself down all the time, today especially.
June 20th, 2007 at 11:36 pm
Oh Cliff. It’s done. Let’s just learn from this and move on.
June 20th, 2007 at 11:51 pm
Hey wait a minute! I’m over here gettin’ my comments impugned! Nothing is over! It’s not over until I say it’s over!
(* ahem *)
Sorry., Rambo moment.
June 21st, 2007 at 9:44 am
I was away on business, I’m afraid. Maybe someone could invent an out-of-office-auto-reply sort of thing that automagically generates a few comments for the blogs you read…
June 21st, 2007 at 9:54 am
I’m joking around. I was writing this before people left messages and I’ll be writing it long after they’re gone.
June 21st, 2007 at 11:02 am
I did guess as much, but it’s like taking children to see Santa Claus in shopping centres, you don’t want to think about ruining the magic.
I like hotels and airports and train stations because it’s fascinating to think about why all the people are there, and where they’re going and maybe they’re doing something more interesting than you are.
June 21st, 2007 at 2:10 pm
I’m just here for the women.
June 21st, 2007 at 5:44 pm
Ed - sorry it’s taken me so long to answer. I’m still reeling from the blow, to be honest. 10am, and NO POST!
June 21st, 2007 at 10:52 pm
Yeah, he really let a lot of people down, didn’t he?
Katy took him to task for it better than I would have though.