The blog
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The end
Two links about the last episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, courtesy of Jenny Miller’s ever-readable Heck’s Kitchen. Washington Post: Fangs for the memories, Buffy (you’ll need to fill some nonsense into their log-in screen) MSN: In Joss we trust And one from the Independent: Farewell Buffy, and fangs for the memories.
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Mobile telephony
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Bad start
On a bad day, breakfast is the highlight. No saying yet whether today will be good, bad or indifferent but breakfast already went wrong. I poured out the last bowl of my favourite honey-coated cereal (YAY! for honey-coated breakfast products), dumped half a pint of milk on it, and scarfed the couple of first spoonfuls.…
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A tragic loss
I got another of my favourite type of spam – the African money-laundering scam. It was the first since November, which is a shame as I enjoy them so much. Here it is: Subject: treat as urgent and confidential From : Mrs. Muna Zulu Iyama, refugee Camp, South Africa Email: mrs_muzu@arabtop.net Dear Friend, Complements of…
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Wiggle it, just a little bit
I saw a physiotherapist last night about my foot, which has been hurting recently. She was recommended by a chap with an allotment near ours and she bases herself out of a rowing club nearby on the Thames. So when I got there the place was crawling with fit-looking healthy muscled people (men, women and…
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It's all abaht efficks, innit?
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Read 'em like a book
I forgot to bring a book with me to read on the train this morning, so I was reduced to trying to read my fellow passengers instead. And unlike most mornings, where everyone blurs into a mass of anonymous commuter grey, there was a trainful of individuals this morning. I first sat opposite a woman…
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Neighbours
Feeling a bit better now… made it into work okay, had some orange juice which perked me up a bit. There's a crowd of morons in the next room, which was empty yesterday, either new inhabitants or people moving desks to make ready for new inhabitants. Whichever, it sounds like there's a football crowd through…
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Whacked
Feel awful. Really tired. Had to stay up to 2.30am for each of last two nights working on writing and laying-out a newsletter. Then the alarm clock going off at 6.30 for work. It's done now but I feel like shite.