be bap alula

i'm having one of those 'don't open that email' days: you know, when every email you read requires you to add about three things to your already ridiculously long to do list. rather worryingly I've started doing my lists in contrasting colours. as if that's going to make the dozens of things i must remember not to forget to do any easier. there's no colour code to it, you'll be delighted to know (red - do it now or your eyes will fall out, blue - delegate it to someone once it's been on your list for too long, green - I'm fucked if I'm going to do that, even if it is in my job description) just one blue, one red to separate the different chores.
i went and picked up a sarnie for lunch. actually it was a bap (one of my favourite words). tuna with onion and parsley and 'PICKLE?' as the guy shouted at me when i asked him to bring out the Branston. while i was in the cafe (where they are always so brusque i ask myself why i give them my custom every time i go, see PICKLE) the bloke in front of me did something that i find intensely irritating. he pronounced every letter in the word ciabatta. and he pronounced the c like an s!
it's things like that that trigger high-school masacres and people throwing photocopiers out of the window!