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Anyone buy the Evening Times tonight? Glasgow edition that is, well if you turn to page 31 you may, or may not, recognise the person top right. Or you could just check this photo.

Yes, my lovely wife has joined me in print, and she gets a full interview too. It’s a “worklife” feature so is mainly about her job, and yes, I’m allowed to upload the photo as she “likes that one”. It’s a couple of years old mind you, and her hair isn’t THAT big anymore, nor that short come to think of it.

Ohh and whilst I’m here, does anyone want to buy a 6 in 1 card reader, or a blue light USB keyboard (which I THINK has an American layout)? It’s either here or eBay. Make me an offer!

Right, I’ve got an office to tidy up. Anyone got any bin bags?

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Reading habits
I’m a voyeur, I’ll happily admit it, I bet you are too. So sitting on the train on the way home tonight I glanced around the carriage, a woman reading some soppy book (pink cover, dead giveaway), another woman marking up a powerpoint about financial analysis, a few people reading Metro or the Evening Times. One man was reading a glossy magazine, high quality paper and cover, so must’ve been expensive. The article he was reading had a diagram, looked like a step-by-step kinda thing, of how to open a tin.

I’ll pause and let that sink in.

(A tin of what? tin of paint? tin of beans? tin of worms?)

Think beans. Think old fashioned tin opener. Think staring at the page for 20 minutes.

Frustratingly I didn’t manage to catch the cover so I will probably never know what it was he was so engrossed in… the fine art of tin opening? the succulent, post modern lines of a tin of beans? or the manufacturing process that hones rough material into a thing of exquisite design? Whatever it was, oh that I could take such deep pleasure from something so, seemingly, simple. A lesson to us all I think.

[removes tongue from cheek]

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You who forgot to tell ME
Sorry, I didn’t realise that Sunday was Internet Free Day. I apologise for surfing, I apologise for emailing, I apolo… hang on a sec. Did anyone else know about this? Did I miss the meme to end all memes? Or is the Evening Times (a West of Scotland paper) just kidding itself..
Internet Free Day? Why? Do they think that everyone who uses the Internet is addicted, can’t tear themselves away and just sit there, hour after hour, staring at their gorgeous new LCD screen, wondering whether or not they should incorporate some elements of previous designs into the new design for their site? Or whether or not they should vote in the Bloggies, or what else they can do with the Webring they maintina? I mean really… That’s preposterous…
Is it time to unplug my PC and rejoin real world?