…is being allowed to stay up long enough to watch Blackadder or Miami Vice, despite them being ‘vapid’. Or (legally) drive. Or drink alcohol. Or the fact that the woman who just did that to you, wasn’t actually breaking the law. And paying taxes, obviously (although I don’t think she actually did in that particular […]
Made a New Year’s resolution? Of course not, you’re all completely perfect already. Admittedly, I did acquire a new pair of running shoes in the sales and I’ve taken special care to walk through ankle deep mud in them, just so no one would think they were brand spanking new when I went for a […]
Now, I know none of you have commented on the last 100 posts of mine. What, your RSS reader wasn’t working? You say you can’t see anything here that I’ve written since August, either? Well despite the obvious shortcomings of the browser you’re reading my blog with, I’m still going to wish you all a […]
The ad agency probably went with “knowing” or else one of the sick masochists actually believes this.
Okay, okay, they might have a point with the words “…will be crammed full…” I suppose.
….Flights to Germany cancelled because Lufthansa pilots have gone on strike, but travel by French railway quick, easy and efficient - although still with a slight Gallic charm:
When being served lunch “Bière?” - places can of Kronenbourg on table.
“No thanks, I’m hiring a car when I get off the train.”
“Ah, of course.” And replaces the […]
At least according to the Microsoft calendar at the bottom of the screen.
Now, it’s not just that it’s Microsoft that makes me slightly suspicious of that date, but rather that a few weeks ago I was looking through essays that I’d written at middle school that my mother had kept in her attic of […]
…are a bunch of (insert expletive of your choice here depending upon your sensibilities - I’m going with ‘people who, perhaps upon reflection, are not entirely competent’).
That is all.
Say, purely for the sake of argument, that one has been to London for a job inteview and is invited to meet friends at the theatre afterwards. A wonderful idea, no? Unfortunately I have very poor knowledge of London geography, so was advised that it was on page 26 of the A-Z.
Unable to find “The […]
1 p.m. phone call. “Can you come to an interview this afternoon? No it has to be this afternoon.”
It is *quite* near Euston station though, so if I run when I get off the train…
Orange. Life, as you like it.
See, it’s dead easy. That was weeks and weeks with no problem at all – and you can do the same too! Just read tomorrow’s instalment of “Blogging: You don’t have to write every day” – it’s the first step to your cure.
Oh, and check in the day afterwards for part two, obviously……
