Shopping Hell

I can commiserate fully with this, and I can ever offer a potential (limited) solution. Shop at a 24-hour store. My local Asda is open 24hrs, and there is no greater pleasure than meandering round at 1 a.m., stopping randomly, at times for no other reason than you can. Admittedly you do have to negotiate round the shelf stacking staff and some stray cardboard boxes, but that just makes it seem kinda edgy and deviant, like you are sneaking round the shop illicitly. Or maybe I need to get out more. Aside: How many other people grew up wanting to play Tig in a closed supermarket?

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Weekender

Friday night. A work colleague’s 40th, several beers (and the creation of the Crushinator) then onto a house warming party. Home by 2:30 a.m. Hungover already covered, thanks for the cures guys! Saturday night. Dinner at brother-in-laws (a superb home cooked Indian meal), several bottles of red wine, back to in-laws house, where we were staying, at 4:45 a.m. Sunday. As covered, Dad’s birthday. Home again by 8 p.m. to restore the house to order in time for today. This morning. Mild shakes, completely shattered. Stayed up until midnight watching Abyss Live. As Nick says: “If there’s one thing the BBC is pretty damn good at, it’s popular science.”

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Horrible experience

My thoughts are with Tom after his flat was burgled. He speaks of that moment when you awake in the middle of the night, gripped by momentary paranoia, before realising that it was nothing. Unfortunately for Tom it was a guy stealing his DVD player, X-box and a treasured camera (a present from his friends). As with most tales of burglary that I’ve heard, it is always the loss of a physical object that evokes fond memories that hurts the most.

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That reminds me

Must dig out the spandex wrestling outfit, maybe it’s time for a comeback. Or maybe not. [This post will not make sense unless you were one of the 4 people involved in the conversation in the October Cafe in Princes Square, Glasgow, at around 6:30pm on Friday evening. Suffice to say I AM THE CRUSHINATOR!] P.S. I’m taking bets that a certain lady will add a rude comment about this, she’d better not let me down!

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Hungover

Feel bleuch. Belly is gurgling, head is fuzzy, mouth feels like the proverbial arab’s sandshoe. There is only one thing for it. One Large Chocolate Milkshake from McDonalds. I’m not sure why, but it works for me. What’s your best hangover cure?

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Time stands still for no man

Leia made me think about time. I can remember watching TV on 31st December 1999, watching New Zealand and Australia celebrate the new millenium. It was mid-day and slightly unnerving. As a measurement of global distances, time is often the method used. “Yeah L.A. is 9 hours ahead of us” “It’s a 14 hour flight, so I’ll arrive 2 hours after I left” The definition of time (noun): the measured or measurable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues. The definition of time (verb): to arrange or set the time of. World Time Zones – Kiritimati is only an hour ahead of us in the UK. Time Zone abbreviations – handy for non-US, we only have …

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Past Times

I’m terrible at keeping records, I’ve been hunting through disks and CDs at home trying to find previous versions of this site. Found a couple but still looking – I’m putting together a little retrospective you see. What’s scary is that some of them are still there.

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