There, OK ? I said it. I used that word. It's the Irish word for “having a good time”. Now without wanting to appear *too* cynical, I just want to make it fairly clear that an Irish good time isn't necessarily any better than a regular garden variety good time. Or maybe it is, and…

OK, I'm over this bloody snow already.

It comes as a moment of extreme satisfaction and excitement in any Nouveau Londoner's life when – despite being told repeatedly by folks that this particular meteorological occurrence no longer takes place – you get a decent sized dump of snow descend outside your office window… And we weren't talking a pissy 5 minute sprinkle…

Isn't MSN Messenger a lovely thing ? The answer, of course, is no. This afternoon half of the people on our floor installed it, and we had a bit of a Group Chat on it. The problem was, we have 2 girls called Hannah who work up here, and they'd both set their nickname to…

Well kids, there's another tick on the list of Uncle Humpy's lifelong goals being realised ! As the photo below illustrates, I've now met The Goodies ! OK, well that there was one hell of an action packed weekend. And I suspect if I ever have another one like it, I shan't survive – this…

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh !? I'm SOOOOO over this moving thing. Thank god tomorrow's The Big Day, and that'll be the end of it. As someone who's a sworn ground-floor-liver, it seems somewhat silly of me to have signed a 12 month lease for a 4th floor flat. Ah well… thinking never was one of my strong points….

One of the coolest things about living in a place like this is the opportunities that turn up that you just wouldn't normally get. Thanks to some nifty spotting by Paul the Dodgy Neon Wombat, it seems that on the morning of my impending house move, I'm gonna be checking out This: What the hell…

…send a picture or two. So going by traditional rates of exchange, here's about 6000 words. Nottingham Castle, taken by me. The photo, not the castle. They don't allow that much luggage on the train back to St. Pancras. Justin and Charlie at the bar the other night where we went for Ellie's birthday. I…

Just overheard in the office – Resident silicone bimbo talking on phone to somebody, giving them a password for something. She'd obviously been asked to spell it for them: “OK, it's S for Sugar” “Then P for Psychological” … OK, maybe ya had to be there.

From my desk at work, I can see out a window (note: this is the first job I've ever had where I wasn't trapped in a windowless void). When I first got here, there was a nice view of Hampstead Heath. However, since Christmas or thereabouts there has been some construction going on, which we've…