Month: March 2003

Oh joy. I’ve just discovered that the nursery’s online catalogue has been lost in the PC-crash debacle of last week. This does not make me a happy bunny.
EDIT: I’ve managed to recover a backup version. Phew, woo and yay!

Children are being put off of train travel by Thomas The Tank Engine, apparently. Meanwhile, adults are being put off by stupid RMT strikes.

Looks like I’ll be in Charlotte, NC for the weekend of October 3-5 for David and Andi’s wedding.

For all the people coming here looking for photos of Freddie Ljunberg, I suggest that you try Arseblog, as it’s fuckin’ excellent.

Why is it that carving a joint of roast pork has me thinking about Warren Mitchell saying (of Wall’s sausages):

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Bless.

Who hasn’t been in this situation at some time or another? Mind you, I usually just dive in with the L-word and scare the bejeesus out of the poor unsuspecting soul, which is probably why I’m approaching 32 and still single.

To the person who came here by searching for celebrities living in Sussex, you’ve come to the right place, as I am THE leading internet celebrity in the county. Oh yes.
Cough.

AFF: through to the semi-finals of the Cup. But not by the wide margin that many pundits were predicting. I don’t think this is going to be easy at all. A lot will depend on this afternoon’s draw.
UPDATE: phew, glad the remaining Premiership teams didn’t get drawn against each other.

Bora has just popped round. The last time I’ll be seeing him for at least six months. Still, knowing Bora, he’ll turn up one evening when I least expect him.

Apologies if you’ve tried to use the archives in the last 24 hours. I updated the template of this site at Blogger whilst browsing using Mozilla, and it’s completely chewed the code. I think I’ve fixed everything now, but if you find anything wrong, let me know.
I’m not sure if I like Mozilla or not. It is faster than IE, that’s for sure, but maybe I’ve got too used to the way that IE works – which, let’s face it, is pretty good in the latest version.