Monthly Archives: August 2006
So, as the loner army of Mark Thomas prepare to descend upon Parliament Square’s mad exclusion zone, each conducting their own, entirely separate and unconnected protest, I want to join all right-thinking bloggers such as Rachel from north London in … Continue reading
There’s been a good deal of hoo-hah about space bins from the future found deposited like changelings among the normal bins. Now, I’m normally an advocate of civil liberties, although like anyone who isn’t mad or a fucking moron I … Continue reading
Hello. We’ve just returned from a weekend near South Cadbury, Somerset’s arguably more convincing answer to Tintagel. More on that, and Glastonbury, and Burnham-on-Sea, later. I’ve got to go hang the tent up to dry.
On Friday, full of a hangover, I plain forgot to get the food out of the other office’s fridge to make sandwiches. Supplementing margarine sandwiches with as much junk food as my liver could take, I consoled myself with the … Continue reading
A few points of clarification would be judicious, regarding the terminology and vocabulary employed in the recent post on the discovery of dozens of parking permits down my car’s dashboard: The use of the phrase “the nauseating smell of dead … Continue reading
Cleaning Hrududu today, I let K. hack away at the mud on the wheel-arch rims and hubcaps while I concentrated on the more civilized task of spraying the windows with Windowlene (I’ve received an official communication to the effect that … Continue reading