Hello again. It was all supposed to be going a little more right now. Sadly I must report that it is not a little more right.
For one thing I haven't been screaming, nay drolly droning, into empty cyberspace with any regularity.
In order to preserve identities and dignities and such, suffice to say that the contract I accepted, despite my concerns has proved far less reliable than I was concerned it might be.
This equates to a very poor contract, more easily identified as casual labour. I suggested to the agent through whom I obtained this role that I should be employed (and paid) on a consultancy basis.
The staff are like characters from a cross between a bad soap and The Office
(with Ricky Gervais, I'm not au fait with the US version that starts screening here next week I think). I could deal with this, were it not for the fact that they could not (to use an English phrase which I am sure translates) organize a piss-up in a brewery.I missed one day's work because the kit hadn't turned up. When I went to site I discover I could have worked on the existing kit.
Half-way through that installation, I discover, as a result of chasing down the office for information, that a server had not been ordered and no-one had the balls or the political will to pressure the supplier to bring the delivery forward.
Resulting in NoozeHound being without work for a week and a half.
There is also a severe irony: The management were disgruntled by my suggestion that my employers were not very professional. I kid you not.
On Sporting Endeavours
(of others of interest, not of NoozeHound)
When last referring to the sporting pursuits of my beloved Arsenal (and not indulging in online japery) I mentioned the AZ Alkmar game.
Between then and last night I have witnessed two frustrating draws. I can only imagine how frustrating it must be for those with a more vested interest than myself.
The papers today and comment in general is of the new crop of wonderkids at Arsenal. Steve Sturridge and Lee Dixon shared the view that neither Arsenal or Liverpool had changed significantly from last season, Liverpool were a two-man team and Arsenal were still frail in defence.
I think Liverpool could quite easily have brought about another frustrating lost lead last night and were unlucky not to get a penalty. I thought the arm on Watt was good for a pen too though.
I don't want to sign up for the 'writing Arsenal off' camp by any means, but two teams in AZ and the Hammers, neither setting fire to tables, mugged us of what looked like comfortable victories.
I know damn well that higher-reaching teams will punish us much more severely should we take our collective feet of the pedal with such alarming regularity. Something the lot from down the road will gleefully take advantage of too I should imagine. That really would be full circle and proof that we haven't progressed.
On Cinematic Entertainment and Inconsistencies of Plot
Returning me to Up. In addition to marvelling at the handiwork that had gone into the visual representation of a corduroy (I think) jacket; beyond the tears I shed at the start (serioulsy) the immense indignation I felt during the climactic battle.
When we meet Carl Fredrickson, he goes to the movies as a small boy to see news-reel footage of his adventurer hero, Charles Muntz. When he finds him again 60-odd years later he is every bit as fit as Carl. Ignoring the fact that a septuagenarian might have trouble trevailing large airborne objects, it is harder to ignore that an octogenarian would be higly likely to experience far greater obstacles to performing dangerous stunts.
No-one batted an eye. Great movie nonetheless.
On Sacrilege and Inaporpriate Cover Versions
I'm sure she is a very nice lady and I really do have nothing against her.
I have analysed my dislike and come up emty-handed. I just couldn't quite like what she's released to date. I heard her latest release this week. Not happy.
This is one of my most super-dooper favourites:
I can see how some sycophant might flatter Florence and her machine that the vocal would lend itself to Florence's own particular vocal charms, producing this:
Not the version they play on Radio 1, no less wrong for all of that. No matter how many remixes, it will still be WRONG.
Welcome to the disappointment.
is the writhing mass of rat bodies and the best bit of 
have a broken connection - I am very sad.