Film musings; conference; online chatting

Lit a few candles and bought a small pumpkin in honour of Halloween/Samhain. As last year, Ray came up to exclaim over the candle flames and my low-key display of pumpkin atop bits of straw. We didn’t bother this year with readings but instead watched a DVD of The Dish, a wonderful little Australian film that he had picked up a while ago and thought, correctly, that I would like. Lovely, quirky and full of sympathetic characters.

Sticking with films, finally decided Ruth and I must get around to watching Helen’s DVD of The Princess Bride, which she lent us at a dinner party around two years ago now and which has been sitting on top of the TV at the house ever since. As I'd started to feel vaguely guilty about still having it given that apparently it’s Helen’s and her family’s favourite film, I insisted that we should hunker down and watch it. Ruth shuffled into the living room sulkily to join me about 20 minutes in, but, surprisingly given her general low tolerance of light-hearted fluff, ended up having more truck with it than I did. The two leads (Cary Elwes and Robin Wright) are dull - her especially - and the film in general is OK but unmemorable, making it somewhat puzzling that – according to Wikipedia – it’s apparently become a cult hit in the US. The only characters with any life/charisma are Mandy Patinkin’s Inigo Montoya and Christopher Guest’s six-fingered Count Rugen, though the latter’s a pretty small part.

Can’t help wondering if Mandy Patinkin’s movie career was at all stymied by his first name. Plausible. One suspects that if Brad Pitt had been called Julia Pitt it might have proved a barrier to his achieving full bland A-list hunk status.

Got despatched on the 6th to attend the NSS Conference 2012, as the team’s current NSS contact was unable to go and a brief reference I made to the NSS in a recent meeting appears to have been interpreted by my boss as volunteering to take over some of the admin work. Got up to town early and breakfasted at the 49 café on Marchmont Street (excellent coffee) before killing some time wandering through Russell Square and a couple of other squares enjoying sun and people-watching, including noting the statue of Rabindranath Tagore in Gordon Square. Arrived at Woburn House conference centre and met up with Em, the former head of the Information Office’s forecasting team who left the OU for Heriot-Watt last year and is now evidently involved with the NSS there. Dutifully took notes and scarpered when the conference finished at 3.15, after a start time of 10am. Love the public sector.

Am once again in the business of renegotiating with mobile phone companies, as my Galaxy S contract ended at the end of October and as I’m not using anything like as much of my call or data allowance as I expected to, nor am I desperate for an upgrade, have decided to go back to Pay As You Go for a while. Keen to avoid pushy sales patter, I decided to do the necessary negotiating via Vodafone’s online chat service. This resulted in two quite helpful ‘conversations’ amusingly peppered with an incongruous collection of phrases. Conversation 1, with Riyaz, started with the helpful 

 

followed shortly afterwards by the more puzzling

 

followed by the surprisingly colloquial

and closed with the charming

Conversation 2, with Mitesh, ran partly as follows (for 'You', read me ...):

In fairness the service is quite good and certainly enables cutting to the chase in a way that you'd be lucky to get away with via telephone.

Sticking with service providers: have been deterred from taking my car to KwikFit after rushing down to the Richfield Avenue branch on a Sunday afternoon a few weeks back suspecting I had a slow puncture, as a tyre appeared to be deflating. They inspected the tyre, assured me I didn’t and that it was only that the valve was loose, but then, perhaps in vengeance for not having actually been able to charge me for any work, claimed that the treads on my two rear tyres were almost down to the legal minimum. Prudently deciding to get a second opinion before splashing out, I booked it into Anglos a week or so later; they called me mid-morning to say that I still had 4mm of tread left and KF had been having me on. Tsk.

Anglos have evidently been nominated for Small Garage of the Year 2013 in Car and Accessory Trader. Looking at their somewhat gaudy headed paper, they were Regional Winners of ‘Golden Garages’ in 2010 and 2011, and the winners of Best Garage Service in the Citizen Motoring Awards 2009. Seemingly a lot of small-scale motoring awards out there.