Tuesday, October 04, 2005
It's Slough Time!
Checking the visitors to this fine display of time wasted, I noticed a certain (unknown)individual from Slough, England. For those fans of the original British"The Office", having someone from Slough deign to visit your humble web chateau is a day of exhortation and loud banging of cans. How can one not imagine that the person on the reading end of things is no one other than the "decent but long-suffering everyman Tim, whose ambition and imagination have been crushed out of him by the banality of the life he dreams uselessly of escaping."?And if not Tim, then perehaps it was David Brent, who is "...as appalling as only reality can be"?
I'm not sure how to take in this visitation. Is this fine person of Slough so bored with his/her job/life/place in the material world that this was the only place left for them to come to?
Or.
Was an instant pick-up needed by this person to recover their wits from the (seemingly) slow hand ground pace of life's ambitions in Slough.
My apologies to this reader, if they happen to stop by again. I'm sure Slough is just as nice, if not nicer, than Scranton, PA, the site of the American version of "The Office".
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CP I'd look at those visits as reaching out to get a handle on what real Americans are about. I can't come up with any person's name that would be a better ambassador for the US of A than yourself. After you get tired of the real estate career, perhaps the dimplomatic corps is where you should be.
Depends, DarkoV - what was he looking for?
If it was pr0n or somesuch, probably Gareth.
You must read the poem, Slough, by John Betjeman, which begins...
"Come friendly bombs and rain on Slough,
It isn't fit for people now..."
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If it was pr0n or somesuch, probably Gareth.
You must read the poem, Slough, by John Betjeman, which begins...
"Come friendly bombs and rain on Slough,
It isn't fit for people now..."
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