Did you hear about the sailor who drank too much port? His pay was docked!

When I am sat in front of a blank screen I cannot think of a thing to say. But when I am trundling along on the bike (especially on the motorway) I can think of reams to say.

How, I wonder, can I manage to mount a keyboard on the handlebars without falling off?

Just out of curiosity I've downloaded the LJ client to find out if this is going to make life easier.

Not a bad weekend...

I've done very little except sleep and play on the internet - thank the gods for broadband.

I still don't fully know what this site does.

I just wrote a really silly extemporaneous piece for this thing, and even worked out how to set the mood when the silly bloody thing timed out on me...

Knickers.

In the mean time I will learn more about the possibilities of this site and even (maybe) rig the keyboard so that I can type more comfortably.

Riding round London I have a major bugbear with the way that pedestrians arrogantly wander out in front of me and then look mildly surprised when I object to the way they stroll across the road. Normally it is me who gets terrified. Today was different - one even dropped his shopping in his haste to get back on the footpath ( Read more... )