Jesus River Fever Beep.

Here are some odd tid-bits floating about in my gray matter:

One of the interesting factoids that Han’s told us about Cambridge is that something magical happens every Christmas morning at Jesus College. It goes something like this:

Setting: Jesus College Porter’s Lodge.

Phone: “Ring-ring.”
Porter: “Hello?”
Person on phone: “Is this Jesus?”
Porter: “Yes.”
Person on phone: “Happy Birthday!”
Phone: Dead.

Except for the tragic death of the phone I think it is hysterical, it happens every Christmas something you just don’t get tired of.


Also you may notice I love Green River and you may notice that you have no idea what it is. Well it’s only been caffeine free since 1919. It is a lime soda that can only be found in Midwest America and is best served from an old-timey soda fountain in the form of a green cow, but can only really be found at the Ace Hardware on 111th around St. Patrick’s Day. The Green River Soda Company was born from the Schoenhofen Brewing Company out of a need for a new line of business created by the signing of Prohibition. (British translation: The U.S. got rid of all its alcohol. I’m sure you knew that, but just making sure. You know the whole Al Capone thing, yeah you know.)

Green River is good because it is hard to find and it is really green. It is not the most poetic ode, but it is true none the less. Trust me you don’t want me to bust out with the poems about Green River.

Other news Chris just called he is going to the hospital for tests to see if he has glandular fever which at first I thought sounded very exciting. Like consumption, yellow fever, whooping cough, plague, something good and literary to suffer from. But no it’s just another word for Mono – the kissing disease – who’s he been kissing? I better have this disease otherwise I’ll be offended at our lack of making out.

As for news from the frontline, or the headline, or even the byline if you will; at the ol’ newsstand today we’ve got a new nutter to add to our list o’ residents of greater Norwich. This guy, late 20’s dressed nice, casual, clean, holding a bottle of squash (American translation: Brit: a concentrated drink made of crushed fruit etc., diluted or to be diluted with water. [This squash had yet to be diluted – like eating straight Tang or Kool-Aid in liquid form.]) and a bag from Ice Land. (American translation: Brit: Not a country but a cheap store selling frozen food stuff. Think Aldi with freezers.) Strange thing about him, he talked only in beeps ala Beaker. Yip he just stood there beeping, drinking squash, beeping, and standing next to me till his bag flew away in the breeze and he left beeping.