Monday, December 17, 2007

Oh, and...

The other most important news since we've been away -


Best. Film. Ever.

Is all.


Roger & James

Normal Service is Being Resumed

So. Roger and James have been off the interweb for a while now.

But fear not!

Roger and James lives again. Oh yes.

What we have been doing since the premature demise of R&J:

  • James has become a real published blogger and writes about real stuff that real grown ups want him to write about and gets paid real money or magic beans or something for doing it. Get him.
  • Roger is still at the same desk, overordering stationery and generally baffling the theatregoing populace.
  • James is apparently Uber Connected now. I will let him explain.
  • Roger has a NewMan, who will henceforth be known as Boy, as he doesn't count as a grown up. Which is good. He has yet to build her a TARDIS though. Which is not so good.
  • Both Roger and James spent most of the last year waiting for a truly decent game to come out on the Wii, then Mario Galaxy turned up and made them even more smug just in time for Christmas. And no, we will not sell you our consoles, all you foolish grown-ups who laughed at us this time last year.
  • Roger has become obsessed with LOLcats, about a year after everyone else. Come on, they're cats with bad grammar, doing funny things, what's not to like? No?

Roll on 2008.



It's been a while...

But I had to blog this...
A conversation between our hero, (that'll be me) and a tall, dark and very beautiful 'Persian' woman.

Please note - this conversation happened at the beginning of a recent Christmas party and no alcohol had yet to be consumed. The music however was loud. And at this point, I did not know she was from Persia.

Me: Hi there, what's your name?
Persian: Memememem.

Me: Pardon?
Persian: Mammyamem

Me: I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you. The music. It's very loud. Did you say Marian?
Persian: Marian.

Me: Marian.
Persian: Nooooooo. Maryam.

Me: As in 'Marry-AM'?
Persian: Yes. That's it.

I put one index finger on my nose and point straight at her with my other index finger in the universal sign for 'You knows it' as taken from such games as 'Give us a clue' and 'Charades'.

Persian: Yes. I know. I'm from Persia.
Me: Pardon?

Persian: My nose. You pointed it out. Yes. It's my Persian nose.
Me: You're from Persia?

What follows is a quick guide on 'What not to say when you meet a Persian':

Persian: Yes.
Me: Cooooooooooooooooool! I have a rug! *wink-wink - nudge-nudge"

Persian: Oh yes. Very good.
Me: No no. Seriously, Prince of Persia is one of my favourite games...


Persian: I'm sorry?
Me: Um... Nothing!

So - there you have it -

When trying to get friendly with gorgeous Persian women. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT congratulate them on Prince of Persia.