A sign up in my local Costa Coffee shop: Iced Coffee’s Now Available. Apart from the fact that iced coffee=gak, I am appalled again. Iced Coffee’s what? I ask. Iced Coffee’s mug? Iced Coffee’s book prize? Seems like we have lost the high street shops that for years abused the poor apostrophe, only to be replaced by chains that do the same.
Then there’s the ridiculously named drinks. Why not indulge in a delicious Banoffee Frescato? No thanks! I’d rather have something that doesn’t have scat in the title.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Costa. Their hot coffee is marvellous, latte is spectacular, just have a problem with the signage. And if any Costa people are reading this, I’d really love to be shortlisted, thnx.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch. I did the interview with the Wales on Sunday and it will, fingers crossed, be in the paper this week. I will dutifully go out and buy a copy and scan it in for the site, so that everyone can have a good laugh at my Civil Partnership photo again. Susie is in hilarity now over the Sunday Merc article, she has a ‘mental image of you and Alys fleeing An Unnamed Village pursued by pitchfork-wielding peasants’. She is from Penarth so can be forgiven I hope.
I am applying for jobs now to such an extent that I could write the applications in my sleep. I am sick of journos asking me where I work and me having to answer ‘NHS Admin’. I’d much rather have an exciting job like, ooh, maybe ‘I’m studying for a PhD in sleep and dreaming’. There are two studentships going in Swansea at the moment, one in sleep and the other in eating. Two of my three favourite habits, you know the other one (yes, writing of course, what were you thinking?).
I can just imagine the sort of contortions my family and friends will put themselves through making cracks about this for the five years as I study. But it would be worth it in the end, even if I don’t sleep much meanwhile. No, when you study sleep, you have to actually *stay awake* while the study subject is sleeping. It is not sleeping through the whole study, it really isn’t.
Filed under: Novels, Silence, Writing, life, media | Tagged: job hunting, media, punctuation
