Through the Lateshift; with Julian Grant.

00:06 / 26.02.04

So I hope there was a lull in the lateshift because everyone was busy getting MFR live online. Or because you have done so, and it's put you to sleep? Anyone-one-one-one?

00:27 / 26.02.04

I was waiting for someone else to say something. I’m listening to he World Service, because I love it to bits. And I’m afraid I’m up for the duration, having just woken up after sleeping all evening. My Dad actually tried to poison me last night, so I’ve spent the day puking and the evening snoozling with a hot water bottle. I’m ticketty-boo now.

00:31 / 26.02.04

I'm at work, of course, and unfortunately my machine is bolloxed so I can't get web radio. So I'm currently listening to Masssive Attack, although it's a little too mellow and I think I might need some Swans or something in a minute to stop me nodding off at my desk...

00:31 / 26.02.04

Dear me. Is that not a pretty screamingly obvious sign that he wants to disown you? What did he use to poison you?

00:50 / 26.02.04

Who can tell? He’s a really good cook, but it was a typically rambling Dad-meal with lots of different dishes. When I go over to watch football with him he likes to pull out all the stops, and one of them took a violent dislike to me.

Mazarine

01:11 / 26.02.04

Today was balls. Stupid today.

On the upside, I finally got through an ash wednesday without saying to anyone (with complete sincerity)- "Hey, you've got a little stuff right here."

01:35 / 26.02.04

Flurb, night peeps. I've got an early start tomorrow; have to be out the house by half 3. x

14:56 / 26.02.04

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

15:41 / 26.02.04

Hey, kegboy, you’re my hero.

15:47 / 26.02.04

"Danke Shoen Darling, Danke Shoen. Thank you for all the joy and pain..."

15:52 / 26.02.04

Er. I’m not entirely sure what you’re quoting there.

[conspiratorial aside] I was going to burst into this thread going “I’m here, baby! I’m here!”, which is *obviously* quoting Chef in Apocalypse Now, when he’s shouting at the Playboy bunnies, but I thought maybe you’d get the wrong end of the stick. So I didn’t. You gotta pick your quotes with care. That’s what ‘the street’ teaches you.

15:59 / 26.02.04

Danke Shoen is the song Ferris starts singing when he's on the parade float.

Believe it or not I've never seen Apocalypse Now. Ive gone to see it in the theatre but fell asleep. That's right, I, Kegboy slept through the Apocalypse!

16:08 / 26.02.04

You’re strange, KB. You’ve never seen The Wicker man, never seen Apocalypse Now...

Although I can almost match you. I’ve never seen Grease. Or the Exorcist. Or Titanic.

Ariadne

18:38 / 26.02.04

I'm here, though it's not exactly late. I'm waiting for my tea to be ready.
And out of that lot, I've only seen Grease.

Oooh! Dinner's ready!

18:57 / 26.02.04

What are you having?

Thats right BH, I've not seen those movies. However I've seen Grease so many times I could almost recite the movie word for word...and I do a kick ass rendition of "Stranded at the Drive-In"

I may go out and buy the Wicker Man this week..just so, you know, Im all cultured and such.

Ariadne

19:56 / 26.02.04

Buckwheat noodles with veg and silken tofu. Fan-dabby-dozy. And some very nice red wine, that we had to heat up on the heater in the living room because it was so freezing cold from the route home.

40%

20:26 / 26.02.04

I was just wondering...

....about the dynamics of this late-shift thing. There was one the other day when everyone was saying hi to each other, and then someone said "everyone's here". Is this a Cheers-style scenario where everyone knows each other? Is it a school-yard situation where I have to be wearing the right trainers? Cos I see all the same names cropping up every time. Is this just for the cool people? Or the people without jobs, perhaps?

20:31 / 26.02.04

All the people who post here immeadiatly get cool cred! You are now cool Lateshift style!

20:32 / 26.02.04

Or the people without jobs, perhaps?

Bingo. Although you can add ‘people without lives’ and ‘people with jobs that require them to sit by a computer for hours on end at the same time every night’ to the entry requirements, if you like. I like the Cheers analogy though, I like Cheers. The next one should definitely be called ‘Lateshift: where ev-ry-body knows your name’. I wonder if we could persuade Tom to somehow add a laugh track..

40%

20:39 / 26.02.04

(looks suitably smug)

21:59 / 26.02.04

Hey guys!

22:06 / 26.02.04

Hey, Stoatie! You seem very chipper.

22:12 / 26.02.04

Yeah, not so bad. Having spent last night being told "heads will have to roll" over a mistake made by one of my team, I've come in tonight to find that we were right all along and nobody's in trouble at all! (With some very grovelling emails, quite different in tone from yesterday's!) So right now I'm feeling great. I'm bound to start getting tired and pissed off with work soon, though.

23:04 / 26.02.04

Everyone here?
Damn, Im not wearing the right trainers at all. In fact, Im wearing no trainers at all. Can I still come and play?

23:12 / 26.02.04

I'm just wearing my usual para boots. (Well, when I say "just", I don't mean "only", of course...) I don't really do trainers.

23:16 / 26.02.04

I’m barefoot. Christ-style.

40%

23:19 / 26.02.04

Folklore has it that Christ wore sandals, dude.

23:19 / 26.02.04

Well thank god for that. I dont know what the work-ethic is there (are you at work, or am I getting you confused with Haus *again*?) but nowhere I've worked as yet as been completely keen on the idea.

Though my boss when I was working in Greece, come to think of it... eugh. He was creepy, in a way that you know he's a nice guy, but a mixture of little additions to the conversation and a thick greek accent made it a bit... blech.
"Owh, yor lov-ely faiir skeen, I theenk I need to rab sam lo-tion on eet"
*shudder*

23:22 / 26.02.04

I'm sure Christ must have taken his sandals off sometimes. When sleeping, for example, or having a pedicure.

Let's ask Mel Gibson, shall we?

23:25 / 26.02.04

Oh yeah. Well, I’m sure even Jesus Himself took his sandals off sometimes. That’s the Jesus I’m taking my style tips from.

G’bop: Eewww

23:25 / 26.02.04

Fucknuts. What Stoatie said.

23:29 / 26.02.04

Fuck, bedhead; its a job.
A job which required me to lie on a beach reading for 7 hours a day, go in the sea when I wanted, get my bus trip and sunlotion paid for and learnt to waterski for free as well as go on banana boat and donuts whenever I wanted to. I think I can handle a creepy middle ages man for that; its not like they dont frequent greek beaches anyway.

40%

23:30 / 26.02.04

I imagine in Mel Gibson's version of things, a pedicure would involve masses of blood splattering from his feet. Maybe even the loss of some toes. In the interests of realism, and strictly as an aid to faith, of course.

23:33 / 26.02.04

Er, what exactly was this job? Sitting on a beach looking fair and lovely, and occasionally having lotion rubbed in to your skin by an old man? Surely not...