So perlmonger fitted the new security beam things yesterday, and then when I was in the bath I heard the warning chime go. I called him and got no reply, so I assumed it was him ( Read more... )

€7.45 for a Venetian choc ice. God knows where some sort of reception area.

They are among us, and ruling us.

They have huge leathery wings, and look a bit like the chaps in Arthur C Clarke's Childhood's End, a book of which I'm very fond. These lords are, however, less benevolent.

We knew they were coming, of course, as we were walking across the horned bridge by the Watershed, and I remarked on how many jets there ( Read more... )

I spent what seemed like most of last night dreaming about writing HTML e-mails (oh the shame) about orange Le Creuset cookware. I have no idea why ( Read more... )

I had a bit of an insomniac night - between 3 and 4 a.m. is my bad time. So when the doorbell rang at 7:45, I was asleep; dreaming of having to make boeuf stroganoff for captainblue, while my mother was hanging the laundry of bed linen on the line. Lets not go there, eh?

anyway, I digress.. The postie had two packages - one addressed to perlmonger, and unbranded, ( Read more... )