Following morris dancing practice last night, purely as an act of homage and tribute, I joined housemates James & Emma 2, and The Amazing Libby at Camden’s (in)famous Woody Grill in celebration of the man who invented the doner kebab,
T minus 40 minutes & counting…
We made it to the airport okay, and 2/3 of us ran the checkin gauntlet (more on that another time), so now it’s just the waiting game…
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I’m going snowboarding in the morning. Hurrah. 7 days in the more northerly bit of Sweden. Yay!
Jingle jingle, etc.
A quick blog while I hurtle north on a train for a few days of festive rest & snuggling up – I hope everyone’s able to spend this time of year with the people that they love & care for.
Damn, that boy can play!
Completing a Scandinavian triple-play on jasonbstanding.com I thought I’d share this little gem (yes, it’s a lot of blogging for one day, but that Copenhagen epic has been obstructing the flow in here for a couple of weeks): as many
Mooooooooooooooo yeah…
December 1st. Movember‘s over for another year, and thanks to everyone’s generous donations my ‘tache has nudged a healthy £353.06 in the direction of The Prostate Cancer Charity. Once it hit the £250 mark I knew that simply cultivating a
Mo + closure = mosure?
The trouble with being prodigiously hirsute is that after a relatively short interval of not shaving, one’s moustache loses definition – this simply won’t do, of course, and is why I had to find a moustache expert up to the
Did you ever MO that you’re my heeeeeeeeeroooooo….?
Oh yes, it’s THAT time of year again – Movember! And, given my lack of charitable activity of late (in honesty, I’ve not done much since the great hospital abseil) I thought what a perfect chance to promote awareness of
The Led will not be gotten out again
Straight from the horse’s mouth. Oh well, at least it’ll reduce the aggregate global amount of sphincter-twitching that goes on from day to day.
La Plastique Barbe du Destin (The Plastic Beard of Destiny)
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