useless
I chose option 3. I tried calling the French place and the course was full and the sculpture was too far away and i was hungover.
And then at the weekend i was supposed to be playing cricket on the Sunday and going to the park for a nice day out. I ended up staying up late on Saturday and drinking and ended up sleeping til 5. So another wasted opportunity. It was nice doing nothing though.
Right that's taken me to the end of the working day. woooo.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Advanced pick up techniques
As I was walking to the gym yesterday (because I regularly go to the gym. It is not a waste of money at all. I am definitely not one of those people who go quite a lot when they first join the gym and then find it easier and easier to make excuses not to go... today i have not gone because i am hungover, which is a perfectly good excuse) I was waiting to cross a road. An attractive woman was walking up to the crossing and was noticed by the occupants of a van that was driving by. In order to let the attractive lady know their thoughts on her beauty, they beeped their horn repeatedly and the passenger stuck his head out of the window and made kissing movements with his lips. As you can imagine, the woman was very impressed by this romantic display. Love was in the air and if only they hadn't driven off in to the distance it might have been the start of a beautiful relationship.
I have 3 options for this evening. 1. start a sculpture course 2. start a French course or 3. Go home and play world of warcraft. Obviously option 3 is the most attractive but I think I might regret not doing something useful. hmmmm.
As I was walking to the gym yesterday (because I regularly go to the gym. It is not a waste of money at all. I am definitely not one of those people who go quite a lot when they first join the gym and then find it easier and easier to make excuses not to go... today i have not gone because i am hungover, which is a perfectly good excuse) I was waiting to cross a road. An attractive woman was walking up to the crossing and was noticed by the occupants of a van that was driving by. In order to let the attractive lady know their thoughts on her beauty, they beeped their horn repeatedly and the passenger stuck his head out of the window and made kissing movements with his lips. As you can imagine, the woman was very impressed by this romantic display. Love was in the air and if only they hadn't driven off in to the distance it might have been the start of a beautiful relationship.
I have 3 options for this evening. 1. start a sculpture course 2. start a French course or 3. Go home and play world of warcraft. Obviously option 3 is the most attractive but I think I might regret not doing something useful. hmmmm.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Daily Grind in the Great Wen
My journey to work this morning was improved by two things. Firstly, the surprising April sunshine making the whole process all together more enjoyable. It is perfect at the moment. Not hot enough that I sweat unpleasantly but just warm enough to comfortably go with a short sleeve shirt. And secondly, the sight of a short man walking towards me receiving a text message. It must have been a very pleasing text judging by the huge grin that broke out on his face along with a big chuckle. It is nice to see people so obviously happy.
And I had never heard of London being called the great Wen before reading the e-mail my Dad sent to me today. A brief interweb search brought up that William Cobbett famously called London "the great Wen," but my half assed searching has not explained why. And I can't be arsed to find out at the moment. Maybe later.
P.S I did finally work out why it is the great wen. A wen is a harmless cyst, especially on the scalp or face, containing the fatty secretion of a sebaceous gland. I get the impression that William Cobbett didn't like London.
My journey to work this morning was improved by two things. Firstly, the surprising April sunshine making the whole process all together more enjoyable. It is perfect at the moment. Not hot enough that I sweat unpleasantly but just warm enough to comfortably go with a short sleeve shirt. And secondly, the sight of a short man walking towards me receiving a text message. It must have been a very pleasing text judging by the huge grin that broke out on his face along with a big chuckle. It is nice to see people so obviously happy.
And I had never heard of London being called the great Wen before reading the e-mail my Dad sent to me today. A brief interweb search brought up that William Cobbett famously called London "the great Wen," but my half assed searching has not explained why. And I can't be arsed to find out at the moment. Maybe later.
P.S I did finally work out why it is the great wen. A wen is a harmless cyst, especially on the scalp or face, containing the fatty secretion of a sebaceous gland. I get the impression that William Cobbett didn't like London.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Blackpool - Centre of the Universe?
I was down in Woolacombe for the weekend, enjoying the sunshine and, whilst having a couple of beers in a pub to finish off the evening, sat at the table of a tattooed Scottish coach driver from Blackpool. He was driving a group of old people down to Woolacombe for the weekend. He was having a miserable time and he found the lovely sea side town of Woolacombe to be horrible. Particularly when compared to his town of choice - the mighty Blackpool.
I have never been to Blackpool so I can not say for certain that I disagree with the man. Blackpool could be an absolutely amazing place and I could have been seriously missing out for the first 28 years of my life by not visiting. I have seen Blackpool on television and read about the town though and I am fairly sure that I would not be that impressed by the home of the biggest mirror ball in the world. What thought process went on behind the building of that? "It's going to be great. We've got this great big new club (I assume that is where the mirror ball is housed), but we're missing something. The middle of the room feels a bit empty. I know a huge great mirror ball will finish things off nicely. Yeah I like it." Did they initially plan to make the world's largest mirror ball or was it a stroke of genius when they saw the costs on mirror balls and realised the world's biggest was an affordable option?
Essentially what I am saying is that it is quite clear that I am right and he is wrong and Blackpool is shit and Woolacombe is great.
I was down in Woolacombe for the weekend, enjoying the sunshine and, whilst having a couple of beers in a pub to finish off the evening, sat at the table of a tattooed Scottish coach driver from Blackpool. He was driving a group of old people down to Woolacombe for the weekend. He was having a miserable time and he found the lovely sea side town of Woolacombe to be horrible. Particularly when compared to his town of choice - the mighty Blackpool.
I have never been to Blackpool so I can not say for certain that I disagree with the man. Blackpool could be an absolutely amazing place and I could have been seriously missing out for the first 28 years of my life by not visiting. I have seen Blackpool on television and read about the town though and I am fairly sure that I would not be that impressed by the home of the biggest mirror ball in the world. What thought process went on behind the building of that? "It's going to be great. We've got this great big new club (I assume that is where the mirror ball is housed), but we're missing something. The middle of the room feels a bit empty. I know a huge great mirror ball will finish things off nicely. Yeah I like it." Did they initially plan to make the world's largest mirror ball or was it a stroke of genius when they saw the costs on mirror balls and realised the world's biggest was an affordable option?
Essentially what I am saying is that it is quite clear that I am right and he is wrong and Blackpool is shit and Woolacombe is great.
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