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One of the great social landmines in the UK coincides with something done nearly every day – the sharing of food. For some reason it’s looked upon as a great taboo to take the last piece or slice of anything. The reasoning seems sound – if there’s a finite amount of a thing to be…
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…
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 of owning the new Volkswagen Transporter. One of the supposed benefits of the new model,…
Spiders and I have a bit of a non-agression pact going currently. It wasn’t always this way, but then in Australia they’re usually going into the argument a little better equipped. It started when I was about 8 or 9, and Dad made us a sort of cubby house in the back yard which was…
A new coffee vendor has opened up around the corner from the office. In light of the fact that Mystery Sandwich Girl has now been verified as an utterly unsuitable pursuit (she smokes, doesn’t drink, and she obsessively enjoys Dan Brown novels), and also in light of the fact that their coffee was rubbish anyway,…
Hello Dolly isn’t typically the kind of musical I’d embrace, in my jaded old age – written in the 1960s, it very much embodies the fanciful & superficially wholesome stereotypical thing which kinda irritates me about the entire genre. You know what I’m talking about. As soon as the curtain goes up the scene gets…
A comment on my previous post (from Wurst, who I gather breezed in from Stonch’s Beer Blog) brought up the turbulent topic of celebrity lookalike-ness. He asserted that I looked like “a cross between Jaz Coleman and that singer who was in that show with an American guy from the Mighty Boosh!”. Thankfully, Wikipedia was…
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),…
I am not a financial genius. Perhaps someone else could point out the selling point here for me? Whilst standing in the queue around the corner from work to get some cash out this morning (because my normal ATM is on the fritz) I spotted this promotional board out the front of the bank branch. …
I’m sure the plodding count of my Facebook collection is completely riveting reading for all concerned, but it seems a shame to have celebrated reaching 800, to then let 900 paddle past without mention. So firstly, congrats to Sam Brooke, my former Patrol Leader from 1st Torrens Park Scout Troop (Anacondas Patrol) for being #900….