Squeezed, squashed, and close to a riot

Southwest Trains are eventually going to learn that David will never give up with his no450 campaign. He has now appeared on BBC South, participated in a discussion on Radio Solent, and yesterday gave an interview to Wave 105.

Unfortunately I have no audio/video of any of the above, but here’s some reading material for everyone:

From The News (.pdf)
Page 4 of the February 2007 edition of Rail Professional
From Portsmouth Today (my, Mr. White looks cold.)

David Habershon, from Emsworth, who is leading the NO 450 campaign, said: ‘The guards are too scared to come through the coaches now. Everyone is so irate, the staff would rather stay in their little booths than face the passengers.
‘There will be a riot soon if things carry on like this.’

Cutting back on the drinking

To mark my 70th day of the 60-day Bikram Challenge (in overtime), I tried something new this morning.

I put my 2.2 litre water jug at the back of the room, out of reach.

Going through the entire class without reaching for the water is something I’ve often thought of doing. There are two “official” water breaks, but the instructor usually says, “take a sip of water if you need it and step to the left side of your mats.” One once said that the water is a crutch. In previous classes I’d managed to stay away from it during those two breaks, but once down on the floor after toe stand I’d gulp it down.

It was no big deal. I drank plenty in the hour leading up to class, and then went without until it was time to leave the room. I figure that if you’re still sweating you’re not dehydrated. It was rather nice to be free of the encumbrance of a water bottle, too. I’m always moving it around so I don’t kick it over or sit on it or let it obstruct the view of the person behind me.

Of course, the summer months may be a different story.

$68 and a clean fridge

John is on one of his house cleaning/clearing/organizing rampages. He told me yesterday that he was tired of all the stuff on the fridge door and said we could choose three items each and the rest would be removed.

Yes, dear.

The good part about this was that there was a stack of old lottery tickets behind one of those magnetic black cats. There was one dusty one up there from December 15th. I checked the numbers and discovered that we’d won $6. We walked over to the convenience store to cash it in and the machine spat out $68.

YEAH!

About the fridge . . . I must say that it makes the kitchen look at lot bigger.

Oh, and it’s going to be a while before I’m trusted to check the lottery numbers again. (sigh)

There goes another one


The construction continues next door. The builder told us back on July 19th when he started that he was going to try and finish within 90 days. I’m not even going to count.

Yesterday this scary sign went up outside the house belonging to the guy on the other side. You can imagine the two questions we have:

1. How much is he selling for?
2. Is the new owner going to live there or build more monsters?

Trying not to laugh

They say that the Camel pose is the pose that brings out all your emotions. The instructors tell us it’s okay to laugh, cry, feel anger, etc. after Camel. I got a serious case of the giggles today — unfortunately before Camel. I kept thinking back to an audition episode of American Idol that John and I recorded and watched last night. The girl auditioning was wearing pink netting on her arms. When she entered the room, Simon, in his usual form, told her she looked sunburnt. Then, when she’d left the room, he couldn’t stop harping on about her, saying she looked as if she’d been caught in a net.

I don’t know why I thought about it during the floor poses this morning, but suddenly I couldn’t stop laughing. It took all my effort to control myself. Naturally, by the time Camel came around I was dead serious again.