I was reading Marcy’s excellent Lost in Your Inbox today and happened across a post of hers that gave me pause for thought, and just a little wistful remembering.
The last few years of my life have been relatively stable. I have been in Edinburgh for about three years, and was in London for three [...]
Well after last week, which was basically just a great big week of Meursault gigs, this week is a week of just one single gig. Just one. I know! Needless to say the scurillous Bart has managed to weasel out a few things, but honestly, the man likes everything. I was in the pub with [...]
My company just gained our BS13485 accreditation… and there was much rejoicing. There is a reason I mention this but it isn’t, in all honesty, a very good one.
It occurred to me, as one of my colleagues was appointed to make sure that our calipers were always properly calibrated, that we have come an [...]
I just do not understand blokes. Last night in the pub, I was having a nice quiet chat with Mrs. Toad and Alex Cornish, and this chap who was sitting at the bar turned around and started swearing at her. More to the point, given Mrs. Toad was bemoaning her recently-disclosed Irish ancestry, [...]
Oh for fuck’s sake. It just wouldn’t be a normal week without me making a colossal dickhead of myself would it? Well never fear, it may be late but it’s happened. I’m more reliable than the fucking sunrise in this respect, it would seem.
What have I done this time? Oh just [...]
I was in the pub this lunchtime, stuffing myself with fish and beer, as we traditionally do at Proper Job, every Friday, as a matter of ritual. Whilst there I vaguely recall seeing a reference to some sort of fish from Normandy and instead my more common thought (mmm.. fish!) I found myself thinking [...]
