During the interval of ‘The merchant of venice’ (I went to watch this play last night at GSA – very very good by the way) I overheard someone say that they were feeling hot and flustered.
Nothing unusual there you may point out, and this is true it is perfectly normal. The thing that isn’t normal is that I suddenly realised that I didn’t actually know what flustered meant. Of course I had a very good idea, due to the context that I’ve heard it used, but I don’t know the actual definition.

So I decided to look it up (as I so often do):
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I would like a device that when used will produce instant canned laughter. Surely such a thing must exist? A gadget to get out of the awkward position of having made a joke that falls flat.

If such a device doesn’t exist then it should, I may even be tempted to try and make one myself (probably not but I’m enthusiastic right now).

If anyone knows of a gadget like this, leave the link!

As some of you may know I had a volvo, before my current car, and before I got banned from driving. For a long time this 20 year old car has been sitting on my parents driveway, basically just causing an obstruction. For a while I had the intention of putting it on e-bay; the idea of advertising ‘One volvo, doesn’t start’ really appealed to me.
Although it didn’t appeal to me quite enough to actually do anything about it.

Fortunately for me (and perhaps more so for my parents) the local council recently ran a scrap car amnesty. So now, after just over a year, the trusty volvo that served me so well has left. Gone. Finished. Scrapped.

A bit sad perhaps to see my first car go the way of the crusher (I assume at least) but then given my procrastination of selling it, pretty predictable.

So long trusty volvo, you will not be forgotten.

btw it didn’t have a name, I don’t do that kind of thing to cars.

Well I thought it would happen eventually, spammers have found a way through, by using trackback to hit my comments section. I am still completely flumoxed as to why anyone feels the need to try and advertise in the comments of old posts on my website. Seeing as a) they get moderated and deleted before anyone sees them, and b) They advertise sites that don’t exist. c) My readers, (thats you, you happy happy person) don’t give a flying toss about poker and the sites that offer it.

Spammers are stupid and we should throw stones at them.

At the moment I’m not blogging quite as much as I’d like (I’ve got a backlog of stuff to write about). So I thought I’d explain in a lame excuse kind of way by listing my typical activities during a week day, based largely on yesterday:

  • 7:00AM: Alarm goes off, I get dressed, brush teeth and wash face, pack lunch in time to leave at 7:15AM
  • 7:32AM: Get picked up from Guildford station by Dave, for a lift into work
  • 8:20AM: Arrive at work, try and write a blog before 8:30AM (when work starts)
  • 10:30AM: Tea break, generally surf random stuff, possible time for blogging
  • 10:45AM: Back to work
  • 1:00PM: Lunch break, quick sandwich, and a cuppa-soup, then play 4-5 player multiplayer Farcry, yesterday in the last game of lunch break I actually uttered the phrase ‘And that’s kicking your ass!!’. As I was in top place at the end of an 8 minute match with 17 kills, second place had 9… mucho pleased.
  • 1:45PM: Back to work
  • 3:30PM: Tea break, usually surf more stuff, another chance for blogging. (Note I rarely make use of all these chances.)
  • 3:45PM: Back to work
  • 5:00PM: Work ends, play bridge builder while waiting for my lift home.
  • 5:35PM: Lift home
  • 6:20PM: Arrive home, change and go to the gym
  • 8:00PM: Get back from the gym, have a shower, prepare and cook a meal
  • 9:00PM: Food ready, now eat
  • 9:15PM – bed: Either socialise with housemate and watch TV or practice guitar

Then repeat.
Although on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have Breakdancing and Capoeira respectively.

And this weekend I’m going down to Plymouth to see parents, friends, and have a guitar lesson.

If you think about it toast is pretty weird.

Making bread is quite an involved process, there’s mixing, kneeding, leavening. Then a bit of squishing, then cooking. Eating seems to naturally follow all this hard work.
Unless, you decide that after having done all this (or strolled down to the local baker/supermarket, whatever) you’re going to cook it again!
A flash burn of cooking, close to burning on both sides to produce ‘toast’.
I think that ‘toast’ could quite legitiamtely be called biscuit bread, due to the cooked twice nature of it.

Even though some people call something else biscuit bread.

For the last few days I’ve been using conditioner. Now before you jump to conclusions I must point out that I bought it by accident; you see (this is a tip for the guys really) if you find a bottle of hair type product in the supermarket which is standing on its head, it is not a brilliant idea to get the last dregs of shampoo and save that little bit of money.
Oh no. Apparently, as I was later informed by my housemate, up-ended bottles of hair care product are always conditioner.

And no it hasn’t made my hair silky smooth and luminous or any of the other adjectives that are associated with product comercials. So don’t be fooled!

It is a common saying ‘Actions speak louder than words’.
Something that is perhaps more obvious but in some cases really does need to be said (at least in my case) is this:
‘Words speak a lot louder than thoughts and plans’

To this end, and falling in with ‘The year of Rob‘ and ‘Living in the moment‘ I am trying to actually say some of the things that I plan to say. As I may have mentioned I tend to do far too much planning in general.

A bit mystifying that comment I’ll admit, hopefully all will become clear over the next few weeks* 🙂

*This is no guarantee that anything will become any clearer at any point in the future.

I didn’t bother watching anatomy for beginners last night. Even though this show is the talk of the town right now, I really couldn’t be bothered. It is actually very interesting, in a sightly gruesome oh-my-god-I-can’t-stop-watching kind of way. The problem I have with it is that it’s on very late ( starts at 11) and there seems to be nothing in the show that I don’t already know.
I’m not quite sure how I already know it, maybe GCSE biology went in a bit better than I thought.
Anyway, I decided to get an early night, got a bit paranoid after watching ’10 years younger’. Apparently lack of sleep gives bags under the eyes, which if they get too bad will stay, and then you’ll look older and blah blah blah.

Kerplunk.

Yup, Tim the osteopath has given me a months rest until the next appointment, saying that I should be all fixed up. Then if that session shows up no new problems, wait three months, then six, then visit once a year. For a kind of body MOT. Which I think is a really good idea myself.
So yeah, back still hurts but should be on the mend, and my bill of health currently runs in at just over £200.

At least its a clean bill, I’d be rather annoyed to pay all that money and end up with a dirty and taty bill of health. That would just be rude!