Bloody hell tally-ho!

Dr. BJ and I met up with DDDG (soon to be my barista) and Skiwi for drinks, appetizers and documentary watching. Being that Dr. BJ has been housesitting for That’s Not Chinese, we haven’t seen a whole lot of each other lately, so this opportunity gave us a chance to reconnect.

After the documentary, Skiwi was showing us several of his yard sale finds. One of his proudest finds was a five-disc CD player. He popped in a little Zap Mama and was showing us the tabletop wine opener (also yard sale) when the CD stopped playing and a weird noise came from the CD player. Skiwi was baffled and immediately got up to remedy the situation. Unfortunately, the player wasn’t cooperating. Dr. BJ and I did as we always do, blamed Agnes. Skiwi, however, opted to cuss it out a bit and I thought I heard him say, “Tally-ho!” “Did you just say tally-ho?” I asked. “No,” he said and then did some sort of tribal dance move, “I said bloody hell and this is not blogworthy.” “Tally-ho, bloody hell, same thing,” Dr. BJ said and added. “And it is all blogworthy. BW baby!”

Skiwi quickly solved the case of the yard sale CD player –  all fingers point to Zap Mama – and joined us for a last drink. He was still pretty upset about the musical disruption/technical difficulties. “Bloody hell, you don’t want those types of things to wrong,’ he said with great frustration, “especially when you’ve invited journalists over.”

Once home, I was getting ready for bed and placed my phone on the docking station. A few seconds later, I heard FatGirl’s voice. Somehow, my Google voicemail downloads started playing and I could not get them to stop. “Bloody hell,” I complained. Fortunately, after a lot of failed attempts, I figured out how to stop it from playing – tally-ho, off to bed!