The beauty of having a special pen that scans your handwriting as you go is that you can jot down stuff anywhere, as you think of it. Provided anyone can decipher your terrible handwriting…
Then there was that time that we went to the Bakelite museum…
Yes, I’m serious. Whilst driving through Somerset, Liz and I stopped in at the odd asparagus farm and suchlike, and as we drove past one road we saw a sign pointing to “Bakelite Museum“. It was the source of much
This is what happens when you leave idiots unsupervised
We drive to Land’s End. Still, lovely spot.
Those lucky, lucky fish
It’s brilliant being at the top of the food chain (as a species, I mean – I’m not claiming to be at the absolute pinnacle of the food chain personally… although apparently human flesh tastes like chicken…). It means that
You know, some days I have no sympathy that your little blue-green planet is going to be demolished to make way for a hyperspace bypass.
Do you want to hear about a comprehensive shopping cockup, boys and girls? No? Oh, well you’re rather out of luck then… The setup So, Liz decided that she wanted to buy a telly. Something to do with paying for
Where is she?
At the end of 2008 a bunch of us went to Copenhagen for a random weekend trip. “What’s that got to do with anything? It’s the end of 2010 for god’s sake!”, I hear you impatiently scream at your monitor,
Sorry, ranty tanty time!
Many people who write personal blogs – I’m not talking about professional bloggers, opinion formers, and shapers of the social media landscape here – are very quick to describe their own content as “rants”. I’ve been extremely reluctant over the
Spiro, you thesp… rumbled!
I emailed this to a few people recently, but there’s no reason it shouldn’t go unblogged… One of my learned contemporaries is a chap by the name of Pete. He lives in New York and goes by the moniker “Spiro”
They can’t help but not misunderstand it!
There’s a big difference between saying something amusing in response to a circumstance, and having a stock phrase or line to trot out whenever a certain thing happens (typically accompanied by a broad smile). Personally, I’m absolutely shocking when it
The internet is a mysterious and yet wondrous place
Going back a few years when Brian & Olivia still lived in the fair town of London, we had a nice little get together involving a few vino rossos, a healthy amount of the talking of bullshit, and for some