Fucking fucking hell. Seriously, is there anything more hideous than Oxford Street this close to Christmas? Priscilla let me off an hour early, bless her, so I nipped down to do a spot of shopping. Eugh. Never let me do that again. Accomplished: well, I bought Matthew a Christmas present, but only what I was going to buy tomorrow. And I bought some ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like I live in some eerily similar parallel universe, where South West Trains is a giant octopus-like organisation whose entire efforts are bent on destroying my life. Some may call this a somewhat solipsistic fantasy, but I think it’s based on reality. I went for the 8.04 train, in a bid to be at work actually On Time (nay, even ( Read more... )

Noooooooooo!! I love Maria Bello - I think she's great. But she's not Evelyn! What's that about? If they couldn't get Rachel Weisz, they shouldn't have done it at all. Rah.

1. There was a genius picture on the front of the newspaper today of Roger Federer winning the US Open. Sadly for Roger, it looked less like man-winning-US-Open and more like throw-organic-beans-at-him. What can I say, it amused me ( Read more... )

Grandad is in hospital again. He was admitted on Tuesday. Once again, I have only found out because I rang up my mother to ask. I spoke to her last night; she clearly didn't think it worth mentioning. I *hate* it when she does that - when they all do that! Why can't they let me know what's going on ( Read more... )

The end of the weekend is nigh. Darkness is throughout the love nest. The lights on the wireless nexus thing, Marjorie's home, flicker in the night. The three of us sit in silence, engrossed in our separate virtual worlds ( Read more... )

Further to my post about I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again, I found some software that can split MP3 files, and have made a couple of little MP3s to share some of the ISIRTA joy. They really are a thing of beauty.

The Cricket Commentary
My favourite sketch ever, je pense.

The Traditional Christmas FarceJoyous ( Read more... )

I composed a post about my weekend at two o'clock this morning. Would Marjorie connect? Would she fuck! Our internet is being very troublesome indeed, so much so that later today, as a special treat, I will be ringing Virgin whatsit to arrange for someone to come out and replace our modem. Hopefully I will post my composition tonight, Marjorie and/ ( Read more... )

There is a very definite queue system in place at the Tesco in St John’s Wood. Unofficial, yes, but definite for all that. It has been in place every time I have popped into Tesco since my first interview at the Wellington before Christmas. You queue along the channel made by the tensabarrier thing, and then, when that’s full, you queue doubled ( Read more... )

So, I had a bit of a Conservapedia spiral, and ended up on this entry about the Labour party"Possibly due to the war's unpopularity, the Labour party won a much smaller majority in 2005 and has seen key bills defeated by backbench revolts such as the plan to hold terrorist suspects for up to 90 days without charge ( Read more... )