My Tesco food delivery has just been, err, delivered. I’ve put everything away and felt like something was missing. continue reading
I was a bit late for work this morning. Not because I overslept, not because I couldn’t find my y-fronts and not because I caught my willy in my zip again. I was late for work for a very good reason. continue reading
In the previous post “Alice? Who the Fuck is Alice??“, I supplied the Daily Mirror with an answer to a reader’s question. Although I made it appear as though I knew what I was talking about, my reply was utter nonsense and I didn’t expect to hear anything further of it. continue reading
I’ve suspected this for several years, in much the same way that I’ve suspected a mobile phone won’t turn a petrol station into a flaming fireball. Now we have proof, I’m as happy as Larry that I was right all along. continue reading
In the previous post, I wrote about how people ask a question in the Daily Mirror and how someone who knows the answer would reply. I said that some of the questions were plain boring, but this got me thinking and now I’m wondering something else. continue reading
I usually bring a copy of the Daily Mirror to work. There- I’ve said it. It’s not the most intellectual newspaper in the world, but it’s easy reading and I think it’s much more interesting than some other newspapers. continue reading
When I purchase something from Argos and use my email address to for the reservation service, my relationship with them ends the moment I leave their store with my purchase. If Argos insist on pestering me with emails that ask me to submit a review, then they do so at their own risk. It’s a waste of time anyway, as I can pretty much guarantee that they won’t ever publish a review that I provide. You can see a mirrored review (awaiting approval) by clicking here.
Further to the photos of of my Nokia 9500 in the previous post, I wondered what other everyday objects could be photgraphed and made to look slightly more interesting than they really are. This post is nothing exciting, just a bunch of photos, so don’t complain to me.
At some point, we have all commented that in terms of reliability and longtivity, our trusty ‘old’ Nokias were the best phones, ever. I don’t like throwing things away and have just pulled out my favourite Nokia phone, ever. So, I’ve decided to write about it.
Our friends have a chocolate-colour labradoodle called Holly and need us to look after her for the weekend. I’m dreading the carnage.