OK, been here since 7:30 a.m. and it’s a straight day, no meetings, head down, work to do (and I’ve got a deadline as well).
I came in here early so I could work in peace and quiet.
Time: 8:06 a.m.
Work done: Zero.
Hmmmm.
Random burblings since 1999
OK, been here since 7:30 a.m. and it’s a straight day, no meetings, head down, work to do (and I’ve got a deadline as well).
I came in here early so I could work in peace and quiet.
Time: 8:06 a.m.
Work done: Zero.
Hmmmm.
Don’t follow the NeoFlux link to the porn music radio site. It will only subscribe you to their mailing list without asking!
Interesting guy, his music’s OK and I kinda think that most of the press around him is mis-directed. But he does look creepy. Who am I talking about? Marilyn Manson of course. (via Neoflux)
Continuing a vague theme which spawned from a comment…
I am a contributor to the Topics Blog, and have been for a few months now (five I think). I just spotted some new names and to my horror I’ve just realised I’m one of the oldest people contributing. I’m holding onto the belief that I’m not THE oldest contributor, as a couple of people don’t mention their ages.
How am I gonna cope when I turn 29 in October?
(Was that subtle enough? Or should I have pointed you to my wishlist?)
Here’s the final word on nutrition and health. It’s a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting medical studies.
The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
OK, every single damn day I get some form of search about the lovely Ms.Gallacher. So without further ado: Kirsty Gallacher.
Now don’t say I’m not good to you, and don’t worry, I won’t tell your Mum (if you don’t tell mine…)