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Lovely Practical Ring

Posted in rambling cack by David Wylie on January 20, 2007

Lovely Practical Ring

I’m fascinated (I think that’s the word) by the way ladies rings are evolving these days. I’m unsure as to whether it is anything to do with the relaxing of the rules concerning who is or isn’t allowed to make rings officially. Jewellers used to have the monopoly on ringmaking. Now other people can make rings. Ringists? They can be made of metal, plastic, stone, (precious or very non-precious) wood, string, felt, stuff. I’m amused by the impractical nature of the new wave, so much so, in fact, that I was moved to create a Lovely Practical Ring for my wife, using materials I feel capture the mood of the moment in ringmaking. As I have linked to my favourite ringist’s work in this post, I will translate it into french. Unfortunately, I must feed the bears, and don’t have much time to translate. Babelfish should do the trick, it’s always really accurate

Here we go…

Je suis fasciné que (je pense qui est le mot) d’ailleurs les anneaux de dames évoluent de nos jours. Je suis incertain si il soit quelque chose faire avec la détente des règles au sujet de qui est ou n’est pas laissé faire des anneaux officiellement. Les bijoutiers avaient l’habitude d’avoir le monopole sur ringmaking. Maintenant d’autres peuvent faire des anneaux. Ringists ? Elles peuvent être faites de métal, plastique, pierre, (très ou très non-précieux) bois, corde, feutre, substance. Je m’amuse par la nature impraticable de la nouvelle vague, tellement ainsi, en fait, que j’ai été déplacé pour créer un bel anneau pratique pour mon épouse, en utilisant des matériaux que je sens la capture l’humeur du moment dans ringmaking. Car je me suis référé au travail de mes ringist de favori dans ce poteau, je le traduirai en Français. Malheureusement, je dois alimenter les ours, et n’ai pas beaucoup d’heure à traduire. Babelfish devrait faire le tour, il est toujours vraiment précis…


Found it

Posted in rambling cack by David Wylie on January 15, 2007

My quest to be ‘10% more bad’ recieved a heartening boost today when I found my bad ring. Being bad hasn’t really proved to be as easy as I had hoped. I fear I may have become chronically good. The ring is like the elastic band that anxious people who have undergone behavioral modification therapy wear round their wrists. I put it on to reassert my commitment to mild badness. Yeah right. I found it in the pocket of one of the squarest jackets I own. I had taken it off for a meeting with nervous, very straight people I wished to create a good impression with. How bad is that? It’s not bad at all. It’s actually good.

The rock stuff is coming along well. The Killers. The Kaiser Chiefs. The Fall. The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. Orange Juice. The Arctic Monkeys. The sound system in my new car is the best I have ever owned. Covers up the sound of the 1980’s Ford Transit diesel engine. Rock, well…rocks

What facial care products could you not live without?

Posted in incredulous nonsense, rambling cack by David Wylie on January 11, 2007

I haven’t read anything except work stuff this year. Actually that’s not true. I read an article in ‘Red’ magazine, a memorable publication that can be found in our toilet (for ladies). The only thing I retained from ‘Red’ magazine was a question from an interview. “What facial care products could you not live without”. Fortunately, my sense of absurdity was switched on, so our guests for the evening were spared the rant. What facial care products could you not live without?

Tonight I really went for it and read a whole magazine, one that wasn’t in the toilet. It was ‘the Word’ a magazine that seems to be the work of peeps that wrote for ‘Q Magazine’ and the ‘NME’ back in the good old days when you could store anything between 1 and 10 songs on a (harrumph) portable music player. Anyway, this ‘the Word’ magazine was entertaining. I’m going to move up to a book. My post Christmas concentration levels are increasing. Tina’s neighbour in Englestan once said “once you’ve read one book, you’ve read them all”.

Here is the weather forecast, sponsored by the Reformed Church of the Canton de Vaud;

As it is unhealthily warm for the season, then by celestial law, it’s going to get really really bad soon. We’re going to pay! Pay! The 24heures front page proclaiming that we are to suffer at a later date (unspecified) was a manifestation of the general discomfort felt by God-fearing people all over the Canton “they say it’ll be really harsh in February, March…blah blah…short summer…blah blah…” “they” of course being every molecule in your body, and the molecules in the body of the colleague you had coffee with this morning.

If it does actually get bad, please feel free to mock me. I’ll start an ‘I told you so’ category.

Wow. Rather a lot to say for myself this evening.

A sort of health care/café culture/second hand bookshop mashup tribute to William McGonagall

Posted in rambling cack by David Wylie on January 10, 2007

During a post-motorcycle headrush last year, I wrote an email to my friend in the form of a poem. I suppose the post should really be a tribute to Stephen Patrick Kelly, one of the good guys. Technically it’s not really a poem, more the result of an excess of neurotransmitters available in my synaptic clefts. I think it’s good enough to slap some paste on and stick up on the interestingnet, so get some of this;

It was on an exquisite autumn day in the month of November

A Monday or a Tuesday it’s difficult now to remember

I went off to Media Markt, got some new speakers and wee Ellie

Whilst footering around instead of getting dressed, did lose the remote for the telly

Which has absolutely nothing to do with my trip up to Neuch’ to visit Stephen Patrick Kelly


He strode into the caff with a daft big grin and his napper fairly shorn

And a sort of extremely elitist trendy camera bag, but with the camera itself long gorn

Whilst the sun went down, or maybe the overcast sky made it appear dark, he was drinking green tea

And we blethered, and he told interesting tales about life’s rich tapestry

Amongst them some precisions about paramedical training in the Chaux-de-Fonds and the folk doing their ASSC


We extracted ourselves from the caff with the smackhead waitress who couldn’t remember the name of the place

Off to the second hand English bookshop we did race

Only it really was getting on, and so unfortunately I had to up the pace

Although Stephen managed to get to the bookshop and from what he tells me, the prices there were ace


He got back into his muckle big motor and headed up to the Chaux-de-Fonds after handing the lady in the shop a few penny

Probably stuck on an obscure hoochter Tcheuctar tape by someone with a name like “Mary-Anne McIlhenny”

The drive up that road involves a temperature drop of several degrees

And in the winter, the balls off a brass monkey the cold can freeze

Stephen Patrick Kelly can tell magic stories of experience and yearning

And the best bit is that while he’s telling them, you can hear the wee wheels turning


Hungry for McGonagall? Get your gums round this


Can’t think of a title that would do justice to this odd toy

Posted in incredulous nonsense by David Wylie on January 9, 2007

Can’t think of a title that would do justice to this odd toy

Originally uploaded by Dame Margot Fonteyn.

My boy got this from his aunt today. It looks like an ordinary green plastic New Beetle. It isn’t. It spins round in circles, the lights flash on and off, and the roof, loosely based on the Mercedes SLK mechanism, folds in and out of the wee plastic boot. Sounds normal?

Here’s the fun, incongrous bit. It plays “The lonely Goat Herd” from “The Sound of Music”. Really loudly. What’s that all about?

New Year Resolutions

Posted in Uncategorized by David Wylie on January 4, 2007

Umbrellas Up!

Originally uploaded by Dame Margot Fonteyn.

Well if you can’t write them in a blog, what use is a blog. Here are my earth shattering New Year Resolutions, in no particular order*

I’m going to become a Personalorganisationmeister. No more piles of paper on my desk. Oh no. No more important mail mixed with bin fodder

I’m going to be at least 10% more bad this year. I am becoming distinctly well behaved, and it’s not good. Not good at all, in fact. I’m going to swear more, be gratuitously critical, there will be more mocking. More guitar/drums/bass/vocals and a bit less jazz/electronica