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[voodooflux]

I've got tea now, BTW, in case you were wondering.

Assam again. In a pre-warmed mug.

With a couple of choccy biccies too.

Yumski.

I have no cake with me today. I may need to visit the canteen shop shortly and see what they have of that ilk.

[voodooflux]

I love the smell of drivel in the morning... it smells of.... victory...

[zeitghost]

It is, errm, challenging and slightly out of phase. I feel that under certain circumstances, special occasions that maybe they, that is to say, perhaps,



Drugs. Basically, you need drugs.

I don't need so many drugs when I listen to Hawkwind...

[cailin maith]

Morning everyone

Morning Doggie

[BrowneIssue]

Just had a fire alarm... some numpty in the automotive bay smoked his tyres on the rolling road...

And it's frigging raining... (as always).

I cannot decide whether your life is an endless round of small excitements or a sheet of ceaseless minor irritations to the boundless tedium.

[voodooflux]

Morning everyone

Morning CM

Morning Doggie

[voodooflux]

Just had a fire alarm... some numpty in the automotive bay smoked his tyres on the rolling road...

And it's frigging raining... (as always).

We had a vehicle try to make a valiant attempt at leaving the rolling road at ClientCo at around 60mph a while back. That was interesting.

[Churchill]

Morning everyone

Morning Doggie

Yes please!

[voodooflux]

I do the same. I find it to be a good system.

"Hmm. I'll have to buy that one again, just to see."

It would be awful to be able to remember.

I like your thinking. I'm going to start all over again in the beer section at the local Tesco just in case I missed one.

[BrowneIssue]

I need a proper cup of tea now. The last one was a disappointment as I forgot it was brewing and left the bag in the cup for 15 minutes

I could weep.

It is so sad when that happens.

A teabag, wasted. The time, the thought, the care that goes into the picking of the tea, the making of the bag, the brewing of the tea.

The knowledge that at some point it passed through optimal strength and temperature ... but that the sweet perfection was then lost, forever.

Like some pretty daughter to a lonely farming couple in a remote valley in a far flung land. Destined to grow up beautiful, alone. Then old, and decrepit, weathered brown, wrinkled and worn out. Yet a virgin.

Such a waste. Such a tragic waste.

A pretty rising star, that blooms as a supernova, leaving heavier elements for future life to form, yet there is no life present to see its shining light. Just a hint of background radiation. Nothing left to show it ever lived.

Like an old dried tea-stain on a worktop, to be wiped away by a mould-ridden rag.

Unknown.

And unloved.