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2 phrases that thoroughly get my lexicographical hackles / heckles / feckles / schmeckles up (ignoring for a minute my favourite dead horse, the word “sorry”), are the following: “Deeply”: the problem with rampantly overenthusing or overgravatising things is that when you go to actually express what you’re feeling you suddenly feel like you’re not…
Office airconditioner’s knackered. Ordinarily I’m not one to be worried about such things (unlike some of my co-workers, who regard 16 degrees as “a heatwave”), however it’s presently got 2 particularly useless options. You can either get it to dispense warm air, or it’ll put out hot air. We rang the building maintenance people last…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! After several days of failed attempts to psyche myself up to ask Mystery Sandwich Girl out for a drink, I decided that today was going to be the day, dammit. A real “GO BACK IN THERE, ARTHUR PEWTEY” moment. All week something’s been not quite right, like there was a big queue of people…
T-shirts kick ass. I love them. I have several. Here are my ten current favourites. Am not 100% convinced about the order, but it’s a decent approximation. 1. It’s a real shame that torsopants.com didn’t pull through and got absorbed into it’s much ruder mothership, tshirthell.com. I mean, they still make funny shirts, but one…
Following my earlier piece of hastily constructed drivel about the plinth project, I’ve not seen much of interest going on up there. Of course unless you’re permanently glued to the webcast then there’s not much chance of that happening anyway… assuming anything of interest *does* happen. Charlie Brooker seems to have nailed the situation quite…
Though the aftermath from Saturday night has me shaking slightly at the idea of doing a beer top ten, it’s as good a topic to tackle as any… It’s an extremely tough call, as always, and I can’t wait to read the email protests of “Wait a minute, what about [X]??”. Little Creatures Pale Ale:…
I know what this is for. Admittedly, it’s not quite what everybody thinks it’s for. However I refuse to believe that the situation is shrouded in so much mystery that people can misinterpret what is going on. Yes, it’s a button (and it’s found inside carriages on the London Underground, handily adjacent to the doors),…
It’s worth mentioning that I’ve been making various attempts to write this post for months now. You know those tasks that lurk on your To Do list but never seem to be toppled from it? Well, that. It’s now as much about me getting closure on the storytelling experience as it is about you reading…
OK so one of the joys of living in Camden (and indeed in London) is that there’s plenty of tramps about, and occasionally they’ll leave bits & pieces about the place. Found this lot out on our doorstep this morning. Looks like a nice night – couple of cans of Kronenbourg and an Onken mousse… …
Quickish gig review – on Wednesday night Libby, Owen, Belinda, Tom, Brett, Rachel, The Puzzler, Pamela and I all braved the rigours of travelling south of the river to visit the O2 dome-thing for the farewell concert of industrial rocker legends Nine Inch Nails. Admittedly we didn’t brave it all together, and even if we…