![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mandragoraAnd second. And third.
If anyone's imagining I had a divine encounter with an Earth goddess, sadly not. 'Green Goddess' is the name given to the ancient fire engines that are presently being operated by the Army to put out fires. The Firefighters service is on strike at the moment (although not for long if the Government has anything to do with it - they're about to pass a new law banning any strikes by firefighters), and the Army is attempting to fill the gap. Trouble is, there are no where near as many Green Goddesses as modern fire engines, and the Green Goddesses are getting on for 50 years old, so aren't exactly state of the art.
It was interesting seeing the reactions to them though, by blase Londoners. I'd just come out of Moorgate tube station and was walking towards Bank, which is the heart of The City when I heard the sirens behind me. Naturally, I didn't turn to look, far too used to hearing the emergency services in action to get worked up about it. Typical Londoner's reaction, of course. I still remember being absolutely mortified when my sister and brother-in-law were staying with me, we'd just come out of St Paul's on the tourist trail and a fire engine went by. My brother-in-law took pictures. So terribly, terribly uncool ;)
So today it was only after the first escorting police car had gone past that I realised that the rickety green vaguely van-like thing I saw was an actual Green Goddess. So I stared. I wasn't the only one, people walking the other way actually turned around to look - almost unheard of when rushing to work. Five minutes later I heard sirens again, and there was another one. Or maybe it was the same one, snarled up in rush-hour traffic. I hope not, because it's not a comforting thought that I, on foot, could beat an emergency services vehicle. Even one on its last legs.
Then tonight, on my way home just as I approached Moorgate station again, there was yet another one coming towards me along Moorgate. And yes, people stopped and stared again.
In other news, the senior partner asked me again about my 'Janeway stories'. He remained unswayed when I said that I haven't actually written any starring Janeway and said that he really wanted to read one of them.
Bugger! (literally in the case of some of my stories).
His parting words as he left the office this evening were that he wasn't going to let this one go. So now I have to hunt out my sole published het-fic (I am not giving him a slash story to read) just in case. If I can find it, that is. I'm not sure I have a copy saved anywhere, and I can't remember the title to go searching for it.
I am so doomed.
Unless ::hopeful look:: some kind person wants to denote a het-fic, preferably Star Trek to me that I can pass off as mine to the senior partner. Hmm, if so does that make me a plagiarist? If it's plagiarism with permission?
Whatever, it's all in a good cause ::she types pathetically::
If anyone's imagining I had a divine encounter with an Earth goddess, sadly not. 'Green Goddess' is the name given to the ancient fire engines that are presently being operated by the Army to put out fires. The Firefighters service is on strike at the moment (although not for long if the Government has anything to do with it - they're about to pass a new law banning any strikes by firefighters), and the Army is attempting to fill the gap. Trouble is, there are no where near as many Green Goddesses as modern fire engines, and the Green Goddesses are getting on for 50 years old, so aren't exactly state of the art.
It was interesting seeing the reactions to them though, by blase Londoners. I'd just come out of Moorgate tube station and was walking towards Bank, which is the heart of The City when I heard the sirens behind me. Naturally, I didn't turn to look, far too used to hearing the emergency services in action to get worked up about it. Typical Londoner's reaction, of course. I still remember being absolutely mortified when my sister and brother-in-law were staying with me, we'd just come out of St Paul's on the tourist trail and a fire engine went by. My brother-in-law took pictures. So terribly, terribly uncool ;)
So today it was only after the first escorting police car had gone past that I realised that the rickety green vaguely van-like thing I saw was an actual Green Goddess. So I stared. I wasn't the only one, people walking the other way actually turned around to look - almost unheard of when rushing to work. Five minutes later I heard sirens again, and there was another one. Or maybe it was the same one, snarled up in rush-hour traffic. I hope not, because it's not a comforting thought that I, on foot, could beat an emergency services vehicle. Even one on its last legs.
Then tonight, on my way home just as I approached Moorgate station again, there was yet another one coming towards me along Moorgate. And yes, people stopped and stared again.
In other news, the senior partner asked me again about my 'Janeway stories'. He remained unswayed when I said that I haven't actually written any starring Janeway and said that he really wanted to read one of them.
Bugger! (literally in the case of some of my stories).
His parting words as he left the office this evening were that he wasn't going to let this one go. So now I have to hunt out my sole published het-fic (I am not giving him a slash story to read) just in case. If I can find it, that is. I'm not sure I have a copy saved anywhere, and I can't remember the title to go searching for it.
I am so doomed.
Unless ::hopeful look:: some kind person wants to denote a het-fic, preferably Star Trek to me that I can pass off as mine to the senior partner. Hmm, if so does that make me a plagiarist? If it's plagiarism with permission?
Whatever, it's all in a good cause ::she types pathetically::
