To insivinity and beyond

March 30, 2006

Last night at bed time…

Have I told you how much I love you today Sam?
Nope.
I love you millions and billions and trillions and zillions.
Well I love you insivinity Daddy.
Insivinity?
Yeah, it goes on forever and ever.
Do you mean infinity?
Yeah, insivinity.
Say IN.
in.
Say FIN.
fin.
Say IT.
it.
Say TEE.
tee.
Put them all together.
Insivinity.
IN-FIN-IT-TEE.
Insivinity.
Night-night sweetheart.
Night-night Daddy.


Commuting and walking around London…

March 22, 2006

…provides heaps of material for blogging. So, let’s start with some messages for some of my fellow commuters.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

You are not more important than me, you just think that you are.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Your journey is not more important than mine, you just think that it is. If it were more important than mine there would be flashing blue lights and sirens – This is a distinct possibility.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Pushing in to the ticket queue at the railway station is going to make you unpopular.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Feking around with your iPod/Mobile Phone doesn’t excuse you from looking where you’re going.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Feking around with your iPod/Mobile Phone and crossing busy roads should be mutually exclusive activities.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Placing your bag/coat/newspaper on a seat on an overcrowded train doesn’t entitle you to two seats.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Tutting when someone asks you to move your bag/coat/newspaper from the spare seat next to you will make you unpopular.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Looking at your feet or a point some some five million miles away whilst walking does not give you the right of way.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Your mobile phone ring tone isn’t charmingly amusing – it’s annoying. It doesn’t define you as a quirky individual, just a knob head!

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

I can hear your iPod.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Your music is crap.

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

You have the whole of London to stand in – I’m standing in this bit so fek off!

Look where you’re going you gormless twat!

Have a nice day!

There, that’ll do for a start.


Health warning

March 17, 2006

This just arrived in my SMS inbox…

The latest craze with clubbers is to fill a woman’s vagina with vodka and drink it through a straw – Experts are now warning about the dangers of minge drinking.

Thanks Col - we can always rely on you.


And there I was, gone…

March 10, 2006

So, I finally left my old job at Crap Co. I spent the last couple of weeks deleting it from my memory. I made a few friends and learned an awful lot about how not to manage people and projects. I can not believe that I tolerated two years in the company of such Luddites. Good riddance.