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Sometimes a story comes along that's just too ripe not to tell. Hopefully everybody involved in this one can see the funny side… During my packing up to move to the UK, I decided that bringing a suit would be a good idea. The one I wanted to bring turned out to need a dry…
You've got to question the mentality of someone who buys an espresso machine and then a week later gives up coffee, don't you ? And now, I'm gonna succumb to nerdly behaviour – because I don't really have anything else to report – and throw in this Music Meme: Total amount of music files on…
And in typical fashion, Jason and Charlie's new broadband arrangement is off to a flying start! We signed up with a crowd offering 4MBit ADSL, both being a little tired of the shambles of an ISP we both used before, and rather blindly hoped for the best. Clue number 1 reared its head when their…
Wow, who would have thought ? I must be turning British – I'm about to write my second blog entry about *weather* ! What's next ? A dissertation of optimum underground routes from Baker Street to Wimbledon ? Anyway, as previously reported, we've had a spot of snow in ole Londonny Town, and initially I…
I'm a little surprised I haven't read this over at Waxing Cynical before today, but what I now intend to vent about is the TV phenomenon known as “World's {adjective}st {topic}” shows. Television Production to me seems like a sine wave of ever decreasing amplitude – as time goes by you get high points and…
Dublin update's in the pipeline, and has started, so when I get around to finishing it it'll appear in the list below this message. This weekend I don't remember doing a great deal really – it was meant to be a nice relaxing weekend at home, however I can't say that the relaxation component has…
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…