Karaoke. It should be banned. Especially when 6-year olds steal the show.
There simply isn’t enough alcohol.
Kind: Notes
Six Pounds And Eighteen Pence
That’s how much better off I am per month than I was previously. Or, as I see it, three pints.
Thank you, Gordon Brown.
Well, That Was Quite A Night
I finally sobered up sometime this afternoon, right in the middle of some Perl programming. I spent some time staring at all of the symbols and regexen in the code. To be honest, I think I preferred it when I was drunk.
More if and when I can be bothered. For now… back to the pub again!
Conspiracy? No.
Strange. Four of the last twenty text messages I’ve recieved have contained just the word “No”. And that’s it.
It’s not even like they’re all from the same person (they’re from three different people). My friends are usually far more articulate than than that. I feel like there’s some kind of conspiracy to fill my phone up with negativity.
Hmm. Now I sound like some kind of hippy.
Last Firefly Night tomorrow (Monday). See you there!
Google’s April Fool…
…seems to be to not text me me Google Calendar alerts this morning. So I didn’t get reminded to put the bins out, which I’ve kind-of come to rely on. Whoops!
Best Joke I’ve Heard This Week
Following up on Claire’s post about Easter, here’s the best joke I’ve heard all week:
What did Jesus say to his disciples as he was being nailed to the cross?
I’ll be back on Monday, so don’t you dare touch my fucking Easter eggs!
That is all.
Maniac Nurses Find Ecstacy
A return to Troma Night form. This film is absolutely terrible. Watch it.
Gotta Play One More Level
Here’s an action/puzzle game for you: Spin The Black Circle. I’ve played a little and gotten up to the spinning crucifix of doom level. Where can you get to?
Aw Shit
I have a mountain of stuff to do in the next 52 hours, and my PC just kicked the bucket.
In Bulgaria
Having a great time. Only seconds left on this internet cafe connection, though.
Off To Bulgaria
Back in Aber a week on Sunday.
Apologies to everybody/thing (including this blog) that I’ve neglected this last fortnight. Will catch up with my inbox and voicemail when I’m back in the UK.
Right, time to go offline before I get branded a terrorist for using a phone on a ‘plane or something.
Scotch Pete
He’s in town. I’ve just seen him from the car.
A Very Very Short Post
I’m in a fort in Pembrokeshire. There is not much signal. But I’m having fun. And I’m 27.
Bad Advertising
Well, I’ve seen it all now. I’ve just been in a gents toilets in a shopping centre in Nottingham in which there was a poster advertising cheaper car insurance… for women.
Still Having Strange Dreams
Last night’s dream:
I visited the house of Simon [my boss] to collect £49.97 which, in my dream, he owed me. He and his wife, Jill, were there. Simon gave me a £50 note, but I didn’t have three pence in change, so I have him a five pence piece and he gave me two pennies.
Perhaps there’s something wrong with me.