The gripping chronological account of our hero’s valiant but predictably futile attempts to try to sign up for a new mobile phone. Unmissable. ** The Scotsman.
You can pick anything off this shelf… between these books and these teddy bears, but not the pencils.
Like many people in London, I’m signed up to various “daily deals” provider emails. Generally they’re a thinly-veiled way to squeeze money out of people by offering discounts on implausibly priced products, however every now & again something drifts by
Situation: surreal, but fine
I don’t usually like to get involved with issues of the day, but given the messages and whatnot I’ve had in the last 24 hours I thought I’d break that rule and put together a synopsis of how I’m feeling
Take two of these, and one of these, and one of these… and all of these…
When you feel a cold coming on you hit it with vitamins, right? Everyone knows that! Feeling the unwelcome presence of a cold announcing itself, I went out to [a British chemist chain] and procured the cold-busting trifecta of Berocca,
Advertising WTF: they might as well belt us around the head with planks and shout “YOU ARE DUMB. BUY OUR STUFF.”
Just a quick bit of morning incredulousness today – whilst half-listening to the radio (Five Live, for reasons to be explained separately) an ad came on featuring a made-up scene where one man is describing to his friend the benefits
How you can tell that the holiday in Australia’s over.
Instead of looking around at the immediate outdoor environment and seeing such magnificent t-shirt conducive stuff as this: you instead peep out of your front door to be greeted with something more akin to this: For extra added bonus points,
Ad-hoc, ad-loc, and quid pro quo… so little time, so much to… errm… go!
Barely had a spare second to scratch myself – let alone write blog entries – this week. Tomorrow morning’s departure to Adelaide is presently very much on my mind, and my primary interest is not sleeping through my 05:00 alarm
Fiduciary asshattery
Supposing you were to be speaking on the phone to your bank, and they said “Would you like to upgrade your account from type X to type Y?”. You establish that there’s nothing to be done other than that they
Air-cooling update: FAIL!
The great air-movement debacle continues (as expected), but following some A-class verbal punishment by Cath, the building folk agreed to provide us with a proper portable air conditioner (rather than the indoor sprinkler they’d previously furnished us with). They couldn’t
Become a postman – it could open all sorts of doors
Just got a call from Housemate James with some routine stuff, including following up on his question yesterday of why there hadn’t been any post for him. Apparently he’s ordered about 18 things, and was expecting them over the weekend.