Month: March 2003

Why must the Inland Revenue make everything so complicated?

I wonder if we’ll get to see the pictures that the bloke took?

Update to the story about the swotty prefect from yesterday: today, The Sun reports that the great British institution that is Phil The Greek has made a brilliant insult to the lad upon meeting him:

Utter class.

AFF: in readiness for the FA Cup quarter finals, and knowing that my team is the bookies’ favourite, I’ve made a few judicious transfers:
OUT: A Cole (to keep within the rules for the number of players from any one team), Winterburn, Malbranque, Solksjaer
IN: W Bridge, Lazardis (to keep within budget), Kewell and T Henry.
That leaves me four transfers left, which should be enough for me to deal with any injuries, and to bring in another Leeds player for the next round (assuming they go through), safe in the knowledge that there will be a vacancy when either Arsenal or Chelsea are knocked out.
The Cup is as good as mine (famous last words).

Went for a walk after work this evening, down the canal to Hunston and back, again seeing a kingfisher. It’s good to be able to walk after work again, although it was only just light enough. If it had been cloudy, it would have been too dark.

I’m pooped. I slept really badly last night and had a very strange dream involving some large white marble cubes on a red sandy plain under an orange sky. I needed to open them but couldn’t figure out how to do so. Goodness knows what that means.

Readers might like to check out Red Cardinal. This online store for DVDs, books, CDs, clothing and goodness knows what else has been put together by the lovely Claire.

I asked the other day if any of the locals had been to or heard about Mango, a wine bar in Arundel. I can report that it’s really very good, a bit like Woodies used to be, only filled with a much younger crowd, mostly 18 to 20.

Oh dear. I think Brighton’s fate has been sealed tonight. Division Two, here we come.

Almost forgot the anti-virus software – soon remedied.