2003
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New Beginnings
I self censor what I write more and more these days, and looking back at some of the earlier wordage I realise that, like me, this site has evolved. Firstly there is the constant need for approval, the checking of referrer logs to see if I’m popular or not, then the recriminations of self to…
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Forwarded
Couldn’t resist. Some wisdom from children: When your dad is mad and asks you, “Do I look stupid?’ Don’t answer. Hannah, age 9 Never tell your Mom her diet’s not working. Michael, age 14 Don’t pull Dad’s finger when he tells you to. Emily, age 10 When your Mom is mad at your dad, don’t…
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Wrong
There is something wrong about being in work this close to Christmas. It’s the first time in about 5 years I’ve done it and it’s just not right. Mind you, there is a perverse pleasure to be gained watching people scurry about at lunchtime, panic etched on their faces, consulting hastily scrawled lists or mobile…
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Period Festivities
We were at the Raymond Gubbay Christmas Concert: Carols by Candlelight, tonight. It was more classical than I thought, but I knew all the pieces. Stand out was, of course, the chorus singing Stille Nacht, a wonderfully soft, harmonised arrangement which I’ve heard before. In fact I was surprised, as was Louise, at how many…
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Shame
So I thought I’d take a quick skim through the other ‘almost’ winners of THAT competition (which I really don’t wanna say any more about as I fear I’ve already upset Gert – still luv ya sweetie!). (“sweetie”? WTF?) I happen across the runner-up: apparently nothing at all, and see there is a Powershot S30…
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Recovering
As usual our Christmas party was a cracker. Yes, I’m still recovering. Skipping past the ‘better than average but still not too great’ food (which, considering they are catering for 300 people at the one time, I thought was pretty bloody good), the night kicked off with a band. A very good band. A very…