Hoky Carpet Sweepers

Today is pay day. Hurrah! The one day in a drab and dismal month of work that has any joy or meaning.

And it has been such a long time since we last got paid, what with Christmas and the holidays and having to spend our hard-earned pounds on snowshoes and ice-picks and other stuff we didn't want, just so we could get in to work.

But enough of that. We have been paid and what better time to treat yourself to a new household appliance? Our resident Domestic Goddess has already done so - and look how happy she is!

You may not know this, but in the olden days carpet sweepers were made of wood. No, really. Look:

If you read the small print you'll probably come to the conclusion that this wasn't what you'd call environmentally sustainable; the carbon footprint of 19,000 miles of carpet-sweeeper transportation alone is a nightmare, and I bet the vermilion forests of India have long since become extinct.

Isn't it a good job we've got plastic and aluminium and other ecologically sound materials these days?

Our Domestic Goddess has purchased the HOKY 23T Carpet Floor Sweeper. It is so light a 90 year old can use one, so small it will fit through your letterbox (and even it doesn't, Wilf will bring it in for you) and they last FOREVER!



Those of you on management salaries might like to consider the Hoky PR3000 Rotorblade Carpet Sweeper. A carpet sweeper with rotating blades! How great is that?!!!

My God It's Full of Snow

Snow Snow Snow. Non-stop snow. Okay last week there was so much snow the university was closed (best start to a new year ever, way-hey!) but now it is melting, it's grey and dirty and slippy, and quite frankly I've had enough of it.




Happy New Year!

Happy Christmas!

Well it could have been a very jolly Christmas Eve indeed,but guess who decided to come into work to day with the sole purpose of stopping us from having a party in the office?



Happy Christmas everyone - see you in the New Year!

Party Day!!

Woo-hoo! It's Christmas Party Day!

Actually not so much woo-hoo. Since everyone got made redundant in the summer there's not a lot of us left to party with. There's every chance the dance floor this afternoon will look like this.

You can hang around under the mistletoe for as long as you want, there's no-one here to snog.

Still it can't be as bad as last year's party, which took place when the redundancies were first announced. Happy Party they called it. It wasn't. There were women crying in the chill-out corner, the dance floor was constructed of broken desk-tops (not that anyone felt like dancing), a fat bloke went round yelling at everyone, and for some reason we were given plasticene to play with. Therapy probably. Most of the plasticene ended up being modelled into genitals, with varying degrees of talent and success.

Sigh. Let's hark back to happier times. Only two years ago we had so many colleagues we could have a real party, with tinsel and music and party dresses, and people danced so hard their bosoms fell out.

Digital Native

Web 2.0? I've got the hat - bring it on!

Mandingo

It has come to the Crab's attention that even a tatty, old, quite probably stained copy of Mandingo is scandalously priced on Amazon. £38.95!

And yet the cover art is so delightful it might almost be worth spending that amount of money - it may well turn out to be a lucrative investment.

Anyway, at that price it's unlikely that we will all be getting a copy in our Christmas Stockings this year. Santa's magic, but even he has his limits.

So if anyone would care to post a book review we would all be most grateful, or failing that I suppose you could resort to the DVD for a bit of festive family viewing.

A Seasonal Test

Ooh, it looks like I've managed to make myself a blog. I wonder what I should do next?

Okay, the intention is that this will be a lively and erudite discussion about all things librariamenical (sp?) but if it rapidly descends into a seething cesspit of vitriol, hatred and spite I would consider my job well done.

However right now the sun is shining, it is Friday afternoon and I am feeling quite optimistic. So instead here is a picture that I think encapsulates seasonal goodwill.






PS. for those of you who came in late on the discussion, the answer was "Mandingo".