July 30, 2006

Tropical triffids and brummie curry

Weekend in Brum visiting Rebecca = great, except for the 5 hour trek on a multitude of different forms of public transport to get back to London this evening, which I'd best not talk about as I'm only just calming down from the whole sorry experience.

Tropical section in BWe went to the Birmingham botanical gardens yesterday and watched the pitcher plants play with their prey, which reminded me of my class in Taiwan and the module we did on carnivorous plants. I remember that I was dead impressed that a class of 6–year old Taiwanese kids learned how to spell carnivorous so quickly, let alone grasped its meaning, but then kids are gruesome like that I suppose. Certainly they would particularly relish it when I explained to the class in graphic detail exactly how sundews, pitcher plants and venus flytraps capture and digest their prey. Yum.

Speaking of yum, we then went for curry in Harbourne at a very nice restaurant, followed by a couple of drinks, while today we braved the city centre for a couple of hours of shopping.

Tomorrow's my last day as a pensions presenter – sob. One of my colleagues has introduced me a great vegan Chinese restaurant near Leicester Sq (£5 all you can eat buffet), so we had a little outing there on Friday lunchtime to celebrate my leaving. But planning more drinks tomorrow night with my team post–pensions conference, and possibly more still on Thursday, just to make sure I really balls up the first week in my new job by turning up every day with a stinking hangover.

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  1. The stoat loves long (and well)

    Our highest assurance of the goodness of providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, desires, food are really necessary for our existence. But this rose is an extra: its smell, its colour, are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness that gives such extras. And they shine like stars in our world of shadows where treachery and betrayal are the currency of life… driving all human beings into madness and despair (and Homebase).

    12 Aug 2006, 22:22

  2. Ros

    What the bluddy hell are you on about, RObbule?!

    13 Aug 2006, 20:50

  3. Stoats know mostly struggle

    Child, child! I wither midst your blast.

    Do you heckle all sages thus?

    Do you, lofted over Our Nation’s Leaders, prate obscenities and seed Doubt?

    High, high, above the clouds, I witnessed a marmot.

    13 Aug 2006, 22:26

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