Monthly Archives: August 2011

As much as I don’t really respect what I do, I am kind of bound by certain confidentialities in a lot of what I do. Therefore I can’t really talk about the most interesting part of the day where I raised … Continue reading →

[This might be less painful if you listen to a song while reading it, can I suggest the one at the end of the blog? Scroll down, press play and then scroll back up and read this…] It would be … Continue reading →

You wouldn’t believe this but I love writers and writing. Admittedly it’s not something you can tell by my daily texts. I do love writers though. Like actually love them. I specifically love about ten or eleven writers. They make … Continue reading →

I think it’s fair to say I have been worrying about going to see my Dad in hospital since his lung transplant. I also think it’s fair to say I should not have had those samboucas last night. But it … Continue reading →

I spent the last half an hour (ish) at work today trying to throw a CD in to a paper recycling bin at work. This is as cool as it sounds. The recycling bins are basically just locked wheely bins … Continue reading →

It’s boring to rant about ticket prices. Then again I am a boring (fat, ugly) cunt. Who is better than you, so I will decide what I write about and you will fucking read it ok? I got up at … Continue reading →

I’ll be honest: I am beginning to think the WordPress blog prompts are not randomly generated from a vault of thousands…today’s were, Remember that one time on the bus, when…? Share your mass transit stories. Describe your ideal Saturday night. … Continue reading →

It’s not often hearing that some strange man has cut open your dad and severed a major organ causing the organ to cease functioning is not bad news. When the strange man is a surgeon and the action is part … Continue reading →