The blog
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Pumped out
This is utterly ridiculous. The car's almost out of petrol and I've now made four attempts to refill it today. Failed every time because of the effects of wombats panic-buying. Twice during the daylight hours I went to petrol stations only to be driven off by queues that stretched into the next county. A third…
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The fish stinks from the head
I see George Bush has put himself in charge of the investigation into what went wrong during the response to Hurricane Katrina. Hmmm. Presumably we can expect to hear evidence from the previously unknown group “Superdome Veterans for Truth” about how actually it was all the fault of, well, everybody except Bush and nothing bad…
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Total wellness
The new era has begun. Or something. I'm just back from the gym after a three-quarter hour induction by a diminutive spiky-haired dry-slope skier, followed by a half-hour session on a variety of torture machines. I may have over-sold my general level of decrepitude to him, however, as the speed he set the running machine…
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Things I did today
Today I: Nursed a migraine that began on Sunday and has been lurking ever since Bought an iPod Joined a health club The health club is a scary thing, but I'm sick of being an increasingly fat bastard. Yes, I know, I have some way to go before I get anything other than excessively round,…
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Pizza slash
Times of stress or empty cupboards in this house (as, I suspect, in most other houses) mean comfort eating and a take-away, or more accurately a delivery. And that, for us, usually means Domino's Pizza. I spent a very odd summer as a pizza chef during my student years, working for Pizzaland. I don't claim…
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So – anyone hungry?
And another period of ridiculous silence ensues… Mostly the lack of posts is because of being back in full-time work, with the train-based commute adding another three hours of travelling to the working day. Part of it is that most of my free time is going into the building of my new personal website, which…
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Too much metaphysics
As a general rule, I like to waft gently through life in a pleasant sort of daze, without thinking too deeply about anything. I find this approach can generally be relied upon to reduce stress levels, although it was something of a disadvantage during my former career as a politician. Regular readers will know that…
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Happy Days
And what happens the very first day I go back to the Royal Mail? One of my former colleagues avalanches a whole load of photos he took during the Bastard Project From Hell onto his Flickr account – including at least three with me in. Now, did that bring back memories, or what? IMG167 copyOriginally…
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Deja vu-ish
Well, here we go round the bloody Mulberry Bush again – after 18 months away, I'm back working at the Royal Mail this week. Admittedly, it's only part of the week – I'm in Islington again for two days – and it may only last a week or two, but still it's going to be…