Well. This has been an interesting evening for discussion in my household. While the football was on (England vs. Holland, final score 1-1, wtf England?) we first hit upon the notion that it was odd that sales for animals in auction over here - mainly cattle, sheep and horses, although less so with the horses now - are still conducted in guineas. Farmers pay
in pounds but only after it's been converted. For example, the auction will sell a cow for one thousand guineas but as there are 105 pounds to 100 guineas, it gets converted and they pay more pounds. An internet search to find the reason for this has come up blank for me. I've only learned that guineas stopped being produced in the UK in 1813 - so why has it continued? I have no idea and am quite gutted that the 'nets have let me down thus far.
Also, have determined that Housemate Jen has secretly been monitoring me for the last year, as she works for MI:6.
...OK, not really. But we got talking about that because they are on a recruitment drive at the moment. Even had a disembodied computer-modified voice of a genuine MI:6 person on the news! V. exciting. And for the first time ever, they have an official website.
I think it was much cooler when they didn't have one and you had to send your C.V and a letter to an anonymous P.O Box number, but whatever.
I was told something about the state of bullying in schools a few minutes ago, which quite horrifies me. Apparently (I should add, Jen's school is a very
well-regarded grammar school) it's all the rage at the moment to give people wedgies. Not the 'hur hur, I've pulled your pants up your arse and made your eyes water' kind of wedgie - the type where two older boys stand either side of a first-year, grab his boxers and yank until he's lifted off his feet and the underwear rips off
so they have a trophy to wave around and laugh about. This practice has apparently been stamped down on since last week, as two year 10's (that'll put them between 14-15 years old) did it to a first-year on the bus and made him bleed so badly that he had to go to hospital. The lad now has to wait until he hits puberty to find out whether he's infertile or not.
Thankfully, the year 10 lads were expelled. Assholes.
Also, a kid got run over in front of school on Monday morning. Not dead, thankfully, just a broken leg. But still, after he went over the bonnet and roof and hit the road, he got up and ran to the pavement on the mangled leg before he passed out. Pure survival instinct right there. But ew
. The school's campaign to get a road crossing put in for the boys is still being ignored by the council. Rather typical.
In other, probably more interesting news - I mentioned once or twice before that Housemate Jen's brother works for a record company (Sanctuary Record Group
, for any interested). He's been promoted apparently, so he also deals a little bit with the company's U.S operation, which involves talent management.
Mmmhmmm. So - not content with making me green with envy by announcing that the company Christmas party is in L.A this year (or next year actually, as it's in January, wtf?), not content with going out for random drinks last night with Ben Affleck, not content with representing the Killers, Kasabian, Bob Dylan
, Oasis, Iron Maiden, Morrissey, James Blunt, Elton John etc etc ad nauseum, not content with having the Automatic round to his parent's house (his mum asked them if they were a 'pop' group and they had to explain indie to her, hee!) and at his birthday party in September, hanging out with JET and spending every evening of the week at gigs and all the record awards ceremonies there are...I now learn that Kiefer Sutherland is represented by the US arm of the company, and will be at this random January Chrimbo party.
Housemate Jen says she'll ask him to get me his autograph. I had to tell her not to as I don't do autographs. Instead, I asked her to get me her brother's life.
She said she'll see what she can do.