You’re another year not older today. Another year with no way to clink a glass with you, down a drink in celebration. Another year of missing this day; of missing you. Happy birthday pixie, whatever that means now x
Ah me hearties, it’s that day of the year 🙂
Heather and I are going to see Dave Gorman in Edinburgh on . His Twitter Likes have been full of people talking about the giraffe joke. So, I have a prediction. There is no giraffe joke
Openreach, the communications firm who actually have all the telephone network and aren’t quite BT are “Sorry for the long wait” and “Will answer my call as soon as possible”. I know this because they tell me every 20 seconds. For the ten minutes I’ve waited so far…again…
Adulting: Ordering pizza because you realise every plate and dish needs washing and pizza doesn’t need plates, or cultery
Coming off the Jubilee Line at London Bridge, a fellow traveller stepped onto the (fairly long) escalator. He then turned round and sat down, his seat slowly rising. Did it again on the next flight. Can’t work out if he’s a genius or psycho!
Oh good, the buses have stopped warning us (late) they’re going to move and now tell us to hold on when they’re moving. Because we’re 5
Hadn’t realised the fare increases were to pay for the reintroduction of the bloke with the red flag walking at the front of the train but judging by the speed of my train home tonight that’s what it must be.
Just catching up on Royston Vasey. Like stepping back into an old friend’s underpants.
Just put some foil over the top of a bowl and for some reason was suddenly transported back to covering a port on a UHV chamber. Haven’t done that in a while.