Your move, Mr D.
In response to my recent Facebook message from Mr J. Davis of Adelaide, South Australia: I’d like to suggest that there’s more than one form of victory available. Yep.
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Taxi grammar
Oh dear, it’s another taxi anecdote. Got a cab home from work last night (the closer to the next morning it gets, the less inclined I am to stand about waiting for buses), and I wave this clown over right? As the turn of phrase goes, I say “Hi mate, can ya take us over…
I find your lack of spuds disturbing
Recently-ish, in the habit I’ve grown accustomed to now, I had a birthday. This temporal landmark doesn’t always seem to inspire a massive shower of gifts in the way that one quietly hopes it will, however I do from time to time receive a happy smattering of such tokens from my nearest & dearest. It’s…
The future is orange. You’d think it would be blueshifting, really.
OK so I just got a text from my mobile network (name removed in case anyone takes umbrage): Hello from XXXXXX. Just to let you know we have made some improvements to our network in your area. So, you should now get even better coverage from XXXXXX. What interests me is the phrase “in your…
Est le discours du chauffeur de taxi composé de merde?
This evening I had my usual free-ranging type of conversation with a cab driver whose cab I happened to be in the back of, and he mentioned his surprise that more people in London don’t just start talking to each other if there’s nothing better to do. This struck me as odd, and I pressed…
Whoops, spoke too soon
Seems I misunderestimated the massive and wideranging talents of the Royal Mail. Got a card through the door to say “we tried to deliver a parcel but it wouldn’t fit through your letter box – come & get it!”, so I did. Well, I nearly did. I went to the postal depot and handed over…
Yaddle-deedle-deedle-dee-dee-dee-dee-diddy-diddy-dum
I know that sitting around wishing for vast amounts of cash to appear in one’s bank account is a fairly silly thing to be doing, however wouldn’t it be nice to be able to convince once of these guys to hand over 0.1% of their take-home pay? The chief prompter of this vein of thought…
Dodgy Brothers Used-Car-Cash-Milking-Sophistry Emporium
Being a reasonably ethical chap I suppose I am continually flabbergasted at some of the activities my fellow human beings will undertake in order to get ahead in life. In a system where there’s a finite amount of resources, given that human wants are unlimited, it strikes me that unless there’s a social movement towards…
Marinade (not for the squeamish)
For reasons just beyond my understanding the room cleaners in my Paris hotel yesterday made off with the remaining pair of fresh boxer shorts I had for the weekend. Of course I didn’t notice this until 5:50 this morning when I was looking for them in preparation for my shower and subsequent sprint to Gare…
Err, I must be drunk? It says here that I am. Says you are too.
As reported in The Sunday Telegraph (admittedly it was a fortnight ago, but blog posts don’t just fall out of the sky you know) the New South Wales Office of Liquor and Gaming has drawn up some new intoxication guidelines. I suspect “guidelines” is probably the wrong word to be using in this instance… maybe…