Their own words?

Boring intermediate student with non-existent social life, or any other type of life. :|

As of Monday I will be an Office Administrator with a government agency. Plus I'm still hoping one of these days to get paid for a short story...



I drink to drown my sorrows. Unfortunately they've learnt how to swim.

Assistant online knicker-seller and devoted human member of staff to four cats, who I very much hope have not decided to go looking for me...

Sarah! Hello! Has the Lake District dried up completely in the heat yet?!

Don't like to worry you further but can you also do a head count on your ducks there? I seem to have gained one since you've been gone....

No, it'll take a lot of drought for the Lake District to dry up! I think I'm in the best place I could be in this kind of weather.

Ptolemy Duck is still here, safe and sound. Yours have obviously simply bred. Fancy you not noticing the egg!

Glad to hear it, honey!

Actually it was a false alarm, so you can rest easy now. Turned out the bath-sponge had sunk, that's all. With one corner sticking out of the bubbly bathwater like the stricken stern of the Titanic silhouetted against the final deadly iceberg, it was all too easy to mistake it for the tail of a duck.. and yet I could see Cuthbert* still bobbing happily around down by my toes....





* the duck - for the benefit of Holly ;-)



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* I'm backing the campaign to get the official Stalker for 2007 evicted *

Gulp...! So Cuthbert was bobbing around by your toes.... and whats the name of the duck again? Oh, Im putting my imagination back in the box marked caution!

I've been told that I'll get the sack if I walk out because of the hot weather and no airconditioning (98 degrees in the office at this moment and that's with all the fans going full blast all day and the blinds drawn) - tempted to try it out.................

Graphic designer, editor, writer, web programmer (yes I'm self employed and I'll do nearly anything anyone's prepared to pay me for)



Jesus saves; Buddha does incremental backup.

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I know that there's a minimum temperature below which people with [most types of] indoors jobs can legally be required to stay at work, but suspect that the rarity of really high temperatures in Britain means that no legal maximum has ever been defined.

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"God rot Botchkamos Istochnik!"

I thought there was a maximum temparature...I seem to remember a flatmate getting sent home once. But apparently I'm wrong, according to various websites.

The WHO reckons it should be 24 degrees centrigrade. Let's all go home! (Well, I'm at home, but you know what I mean....)



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Do something pretty while you can...

Isn't it around 45C?



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Those who forget the pasta are doomed to reheat it.

You lot were mentioned on our news last night. Apparantly the 'heatwave' is so bad that there's talk of sending outdoor council workers home when the temp hits 30. The newsreader had trouble keeping a straight face.




Well, I'm sorry, but 30 just isn't hot enough to send ANYONE home!

What do starving writers in garrets eat ? Most things, if someone else has prepared it for them.

I cannot eat anything with curry, paprika, chilli or more than the slightest touch of mustard, pepper or ginger. I seem to be unusually sensitive to heat-producing spices, and they simply burn my mouth. I can't even eat more than a couple of ginger biscuits before my mouth is stinging.

Care packages of biscuits and sweeties welcome :)

30 degrees?

I'm struggling not to laugh as well! Poor, fragile Brits...



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Those who forget the pasta are doomed to reheat it.

It's a good news story, but that's all. It was reported with tongue firmly in cheek over here as well. You're maybe forgetting that this is Ground Zero in terms of self-deprecating irony.

Yep we love the heat (but atm i'm almost looking forward to going to work to keep cool and as I'm a legal proof reader (poss the most boring job in the history of the universe) that's seriously ironic...) - also a freelance editor/ex Montessori teacher/definitely not domestic goddess/foster mum to various cats whose permanent staff have temporarily left the building.



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If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur.

Finance controller or Cost Accounting Manager, for a pharmaceutical plant, multinational company
(yes, the reason I travel so much hehe)

translation: I work for part of a global capitalist conspiracy

(erm, this last bit was added by my gf ;))

My job description is "Clerical Officer", which means clerk/typist. It was changed a couple of years ago to make us feel more important. Didn't really work...