Category: very old blogging

Have You Ever . . . ? …has to be done really

TPL – 41 points taking me to 419 total – a pretty good performance, with four goals for my team. Could be challenging for the title soon at this rate (yeh, right).

Bonking plywood reindeers offend residents

Online paper shows sex clip as investigative journalism – I’d hate to have my important parts distorted.

Man honours president by making plane-shaped car. Now, would anyone do something like this if Tony Blair recovered from some illness? Nope, I don’t think so.

just learnt that a friend has been diagnosed as having cancer of the bladder – these things always seem horribly unfair.

Weekend report:
Friday. Aaaaah yeeesss. Friday. Hmmm. I’m not sure that Andrea would appreciate me telling the world what she got up to on Friday night – I think she is hoping that everyone else was so drunk that they won’t remember. Therefore I won’t tell you, but suffice to say that most people who saw what happened are unlikely to forget.
The occasion for this debauchery was the beginning of Kev’s week-long birthday beer extravaganza – starting with a west-to-east pubcrawl across Chichester city centre. I picked up the crawl at pub three (Andrea had been there from the start), and I was fairly well wasted by the end of things (w2 – pub seven). Kev was snogging various people, and SJP managed to pull a fella who she was still with many hours later (and very nice he seems too). DA peaked too soon and had to be ported home by the eternally patient DAGS. Many other people were also drunk and there were a goodly number of people that I didn’t know. The crawl inevitably ended up back at Kev’s (there was a film crew in W2 – no don’t ask me why) – I cried off somewhat short temperedly around 1.40, followed by Andrea at god-knows-what-hour (escorted by Sacha and Ian – thanks guys).
A whole week of this AND exams? By Sunday I’m going to be a wreck.
Saturday and Sunday were a revision-fest, punctuated by a takeaway and a trip round to Tim’s for birthday champers and chocs.

today I had the first of my marketing exams – the second is on Friday. I can’t say it was a joyous experience, particularly as the first question was only worth 10% of the marks but took getting on for 25% of the time. However, I’m fairly confident that I have done enough to pass at least, although I won’t be holding my breath for an A grade – I needed another 45 minutes writing time to get anywhere close to that. And today’s paper is perceived (by me at least) as the easier of the two. So now I have to spend the rest of this week preparing for Friday – not only the exam itself, but also the post-exam piss-up.
This week is also punctuated with birthdays – I’ve mentioned Tim’s. There is also Kev’s 30th (Wednesday) and Andrea’s (__th) on Friday. So much drunkenness shall prevail to distract me from the matter at hand. I just hope the case study is on the drinks industry.

Meg talks about her brother dismantling things in his youth. I have memories of my brother dismantling things too, although it was never computers (we only had Etch-a-Sketch back then). In fact, it’s a habit he hasn’t grown out of, and now you will invariably find him building things or dismantling them – Land Rovers used to be a favourite, until he got all domesticated, and now it is kitchen units. Unlike Meg, however, I don’t possess many fixing skills, so inevitably rely on big brother or dad to fix stuff.
Anyway, the point of this is that it was my big bro’s birthday yesterday – the big lummox was 39. Happy Birthday Timbo.

Minister uncovers ‘patron saint of election chaos’ – and he used to scrawl graffiti and stand around with his nose hanging over walls.