It has been a busy day for PMC. His kitchen is spotless. He claims that the surfaces are clean enough to eat from. Had you ever seen his kitchen you’d realise this is a claim indeed.
He’s put his pictures up on the walls. The place is brighter suddenly, more homely. It has only been eight [...]
I’m glad men can stand to go to the loo. Particularly when their backs are to the door. That way, I have no idea if my housemate realises he didn’t lock the door and I walked in on him mid pee.
It appears that at least one other colleague agrees with me:
There’s no coffee in the coffee.
Then what’s it made of?
Dark water.
I’m worried about some music recently composed for some work I’m doing. The worry is that I’m working with a composer I don’t know and he prefers to work alone. I’ve always had input before. Blindly accepting what he offers seems a little nerve-wracking, if I’m honest.
This one is run so tightly to the wire [...]
On opening the curtains this morning I experienced two conflicting emotions within mere centiseconds of each other.
Firstly, misery: It’s raining
Followed by excitement: It’s *snowing*
What a difference a degree makes.
You know how I love crepuscular rays?
Look what I’ve found.
I’d argue that they are still crepuscular rays. But then, I’m a pedant like that.
The local metro is very good. A little too good as I use it more than I’d like. One of the quirks of it I enjoy more than British Rail is the fact that the ‘the next stop’ announcements are all live and not pre-recorded. Each journey you get a different voice with a different [...]
If I am not posh enough to be petulant, could I be pestilent instead?
It has often surprised me that, being the indelicate sort that I am, I bruise so easily.
We used to have bruise competitions, one of my rugby comrades and I. I would nearly always win. My favourite rugby incident was a black eye after tackling a rather hefty young lady as she past. The bruise was [...]