Category: old blogging

It’s always "nice" when a porn site shows up in your referrer stats. Clearly, one of you dirty little reprobates has been jacking off over your keyboard whilst looking at pictures of laydeez. But why you visited here afterwards is anybody’s guess!
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Sorry. Tired still. Just want to go to bed and sleep, but have dull paperwork and laundry to do. Guh.
Normal service will be resumed shortly.

My accountant has come up with a couple of stumbling blocks for The Project. Not insurmountable, but slightly irritating. But then, I guess that’s what he is paid to do – spot those things now, and not later when they are a problem.

Frighteningly busy this morning. The phone keeps ringing, I’ve got a pile of email, some documents in the post and last week’s leftover paperwork as well. Agh! I’m drowning!

I see Blogger has been bought out by Google. I’ll make some ill-informed comment on that tomorrow.

Too tired to write now. More tomorrow.

Happiness, after three hours of trains, buses and walking, is an excellent take away of egg fried rice and sweet and sour chicken in batter.

Beerage with Bren and Greg. A good evening, in splendid company. Sightings of Kearn and Stein, as well as of Matt and his fiancee, even if only in tacky photographic form (what were you thinking??).

Sounds like the Stop The War march exceeded all expectations. Brilliant!

Bradford 0 – Brighton 1. Thank goodness for Bobby Zamora. At last, Brighton move up two places.