Archive for August, 2006

Keep an egg in your pocket (just in case)

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006
On this day 1970: The Prime Minister, Harold Wilson, has been hit in the face with an hit by flying egg.  The raw egg, thrown at close range, hit him on the forehead and bounced onto his jacket where it broke. Edward Heath when asked about the incident said:   This was a secret meeting on a secret tour which nobody is supposed to know about. It means that men - and perhaps women - are walking the streets with eggs in their pockets, just on the off-chance.”

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Big Art Little Art

Thursday, August 17th, 2006
Rachel’s new Customer of the Month

Adtool (hello); Why?: first of all = I like the name - it suggests so many things, secondly they are new Laundry folk, welcome, thirdly the are all friendly chaps who seem to like recycling and talking to me on the phone, fourthly I promised them I’d make them customer of the month, fifthly I don’t lie, sixthly (oops I just wrote sexly - delete delete) they made a complaint about the maths post last week (as did several others - soreeee) so I feel like I have to make it up to them…Adtool have requested that I move away from the Sciences and talk about Art - challenge…..

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Pythagorean Theorem

Thursday, August 10th, 2006

Thanks cheeky Andy who thought that last week’s email was so loopy he asked “….…have you been sniffing those permanent markers again?!” cuh!  I thought it was perfectly sensible and understandable.  So this week, I will not make any jokes at all for fear of being chastised, so I am going to tell you about some maths

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Time Travel

Thursday, August 3rd, 2006

You super duper lot are recycling over 300 whopping tonnes of paper, card, plastic and aluminium a year!! That’s the equivalent weight of 300 rhinoceroses, blimey. 

Go team Laundry, high five (I can’t master the high five or any five, I was in a night club once and someone offered me a low ten behind the back - I thought he wanted to jive, so grabbed hold of his hands and started to shuffle.  He wasn’t impressed)

 

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