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I won't go on for too long at this point, because I'm using Richie's (spare) laptop and I know how he thinks that updating one's weblog is an unhealthy and unclean deed. Went out the other night under the pretense of a pool night, however as it turned out there wasn't an available pool table…
One day there was a lovely little sausage named Jason, who all the people loved and adored. One weekend in August he went away to Windsor and across to Bath, and had a lovely time. When he got home he was all excited about the prospect of writing about it on his webpage. But when…
Not much to report, but as anyone who knows me will attest, that's never stopped me from reporting it before ! Tonight I'm moving into “my own place”; graduating from being a couch dweller at last ! Mind you, this arrangement's only for a couple of weeks, but it's a start. I'm still checking out…
For a fair while now I've been under the suspicion that weird things happen to me and cause me to be late for things. Most of the time the people I'm telling them to give me that look that says “sure, sure, give us another excuse”, but I really wonder whether *everyone* experiences these delays…
I don't know much about fashion. In fact, probably hundreds of people would testify to that end, and provide enough evidence to allow Fashon Squad to throw me away for life. I admit, I've been guilty (in front of fairly sizeable crowds, I might add) of wearing bright orange trousers; it hardly seems to matter…
I just had a chat with one of the blokes from this floor whilst waiting for my coffee to be fabricated. By way of inter-office banter, I described how the coffee machines were like the ones out of Hitchhiker's Guide. The guy sort of grunted quizzically and asked “What's a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy…
OK, I thought I'd start this off with a list of a couple of key differences between life here and back at home, primarily cos that means I can walk around the flat photographing stuff. 1. Washing Machine – it's in the kitchen. I mean, what the hell's up with that !? This is ENGLAND…
The London Underground truly is an amazing thing. The only reason I can think of for why it's so hot down there is that it's closer to the Earth's core than I'm used to being. Today I caught the tube down to Canary Wharf for the FIRST DAY OF MY NEW JOB (that's another story)…
ATTACK OF THE CLOWNS ! Elite Horsham rock outfit “Attack of the Clowns” are having their final gig on August 28th, and I wouldn't be much of a diehard devotee if I didn't mention it here ! AotC have rocked Horsham before, and once or twice I've even been there to witness it (in between…
OK, there's possibly not ninjas. I just unwrapped a new shirt the other day – for my interview, and all – and once again was confounded by the number of pins that shirt manufacturers secrete within those things. It truly takes some concentration to get all those damn things out, and it's a long-held belief…