Further to the 'Hello Number Six' incident...

We have seven tills, plus an extra one, which is next to till one and which we basically don't use because it's really inconveniently set up. Yesterday we were so busy we used it. But it doesn't have a number or a call button, so the girl on it was using the till one call button as well.

Customer: ...who is number one?
Liz: Ahaha, uhm, whichever you like... (You are, number six!)

Syl, who phoned me last night ♥, suggests that I'm not actually working for [Well-Known High Street Shop] but on the set of the remake of The Prisoner.



I should also add -- if you remember, in June Nori visited and Pez and I went with her to Berlin, where we found the East Berlin green crossing man (and associated merchandise) to be supremely disturbing and/or hilarious.** Well. What you may not know is that Pez, in her infinite Pezness, also bought cookie-cutters in the shape of the green man and the red man.

The green man cookie-cutter makes supremely disturbing biscuits. It's really sort of beautiful, yet traumatic.

I'll leave photographic evidence of that one up to her. Possibly they shouldn't be shown before watershed.

** They weren't the only slightly bizarre thing we encountered, either.



ETA: Royal Mail delivery on Sunday morning. O_o What is this madness. One would think they were actually trying to get everyone's mail delivered for Christmas! *g*

Pick Out Your Cloud

Going in to London the clouds were so low that the tops of all the bank buildings over by Canary Wharf were lost in haze.

I've had dim sum, bought a couple of really cheap handbags (mmm sales), been to a fascinating tea shop, caught up with Sarah, and been to see Monkey.

Monkey is fantastic and if you have a chance to go and see it while it's still on at the O2 I do recommend it. It's a combination of music and acrobatics and animation and stageplay. The cast are all Chinese and it's in Mandarin, but with screens off to each side giving English when it matters. The costumes are amazing and some of the acrobatics are just stunning and it's pretty funny sometimes, too. It's such an interesting fusion of... all sorts of things.

That's the limit of my oh-so-intelligent assessment at quarter to eleven at night. *g*

(Mum, you were wondering what Journey to the West is: wikipedia article which might illuminate things at least a little, and the thing I went to see today.)