Bulbs / Miliband

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Possible bad news for migraine sufferers: Energy-saving light bulbs could trigger migraines [BBC]. Those fluorescent darkbulbs that take about quarter of an hour to reach their semi-luminescent state, one of which led me on new year’s eve to misread, albeit at a distance, a product on my esteemed colleague’s bathroom shelf as “Foaming Fascist Wash” (rather than “Facial”), turn out to be not only annoying but actively harmful for a select few.

My concern is that the government (1) seem to take at least four years to absorb new information anyway and (2) are puritanical enough at heart, even without David Miliband heading Environment any more, to press ahead with banning normal light bulbs with no regard to what that could do to migraine sufferers. Prove me wrong, envirowonks!

Incidentally, now that “the Mil” has inserted himself into this post, I am slightly disturbed by the number of my female acquaintances who have A Bit Of A Thing for the Foreign Secretary.

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He might have The Thing. You don't run into it much. We have one at work (not in this office, thanks be to god).

Unremarkable looking guy. Thinning hair. Not particularly muscly or tall. Not particularly pretty or handsome. Not particularly well dressed. Not funny. Not engaging. Not charming. I don't think I've ever seen him smile.

But the second he walks into the room it's physically impossible to do anything other than fantasize about him.

It's not just me. The first time I met him, a colleague and I both went "FFFFhhhh" as he left the room and slumped onto the conference table. "Was that just me?" I asked, trying to be vaguely subtle.
"No," she responded. "He's a sex god." Of course, at that second he walked back into the room and asked a technical question. I never felt as profoundly 12-years-old as that when I actually WAS 12 years old.

I have NO IDEA what The Thing is. None. But it's like being a metal filing next to a very, very big electromagnet.