Category: old blogging

It was beautiful and sunny and clear as I walked to work. Now it is grey and cloudy. I feel like I’ve been cheated.

Waitrose spicy Indonesian vegetable crackers – yum!
Beer tonight with Greg, Paul F, Kearn and Paul C, with sightings and conversation with Lucy, Kristian, Peter, Phil and DJ. Marvellous.

Deleting 73 text messages takes a lot of thumb work.

My attention span is very short today. I’m finding it hard concentrate on anyth

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.