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Upon walking back from lunch the other day, I noticed that the building across the road from our office had a “For Sale” sign tacked out the front of it, and so taking heed of the only instinct I seem to have gained which indicates that I’m supposed to be getting more mature & responsible,…
Being world famous isn’t as hard as it used to be – admittedly that depends a bit on your definition of the term “world famous”; it has been made much easier in the last 10 years or so with the advent of this digital medium, where you can hang out any manner of personal endorsement…
I’m no great scientician, however I do find science interesting and I envy those who had the brain capacity to stick with it (my scientific academic career consisted of getting straight ‘A’s in chemistry right up to the point we started doing vapour pressure, at which point I lost the plot & never really recovered. …
In response to my recent Facebook message from Mr J. Davis of Adelaide, South Australia: I’d like to suggest that there’s more than one form of victory available. Yep.
Oh dear, it’s another taxi anecdote. Got a cab home from work last night (the closer to the next morning it gets, the less inclined I am to stand about waiting for buses), and I wave this clown over right? As the turn of phrase goes, I say “Hi mate, can ya take us over…
Recently-ish, in the habit I’ve grown accustomed to now, I had a birthday. This temporal landmark doesn’t always seem to inspire a massive shower of gifts in the way that one quietly hopes it will, however I do from time to time receive a happy smattering of such tokens from my nearest & dearest. It’s…
OK so I just got a text from my mobile network (name removed in case anyone takes umbrage): Hello from XXXXXX. Just to let you know we have made some improvements to our network in your area. So, you should now get even better coverage from XXXXXX. What interests me is the phrase “in your…
This evening I had my usual free-ranging type of conversation with a cab driver whose cab I happened to be in the back of, and he mentioned his surprise that more people in London don’t just start talking to each other if there’s nothing better to do. This struck me as odd, and I pressed…
Seems I misunderestimated the massive and wideranging talents of the Royal Mail. Got a card through the door to say “we tried to deliver a parcel but it wouldn’t fit through your letter box – come & get it!”, so I did. Well, I nearly did. I went to the postal depot and handed over…
I know that sitting around wishing for vast amounts of cash to appear in one’s bank account is a fairly silly thing to be doing, however wouldn’t it be nice to be able to convince once of these guys to hand over 0.1% of their take-home pay? The chief prompter of this vein of thought…