Monthly Archives: August 2013

Quite the stroke of bad luck: I have travelled to London to stay overnight ahead a meeting tomorrow and there are people I like who have done likewise. Rather than sit in my hotel room in my underpants and order … Continue reading →

Today is day two of maturity self-assessment. The goal is a conference on Wednesday, attending it relatively fresh and not hungover. The challenge was a wedding yesterday, going to United on a Bank Holiday Monday and a night in London … Continue reading →

I’m sat in a church. It’s not a religious thing, it’s a wedding. I’ve naturally gravitated to (and am told to sit with) two teenagers, the young end of being teenaged at that. Thankfully I have done well out of … Continue reading →

I am in Marks & Spencers, shopping for some clothes to wear for a wedding. My plan is that if I look around the offering here and find nothing then I am fine to get something overly expensive from the … Continue reading →

Sigh ber Dine became self-aware Self-awareness can be such a smug state of being. This is especially if you are a smug twat. I am a smug twat. I was sat at my desk this afternoon metaphorically shaking my head … Continue reading →

I prefer the annoying grate of my iPhone going raaaaaah-raaaaaah-raaaaaah to wake me up – if I have to be woken up. My partner prefers some music to rouse her. It’s a free country. The downside is the things between … Continue reading →

Now it is abhorrent to assume guilt of others and I think everyone deserves a fair trial. But I’m prepared to accept – based on reading a very minimal amount about it – that the two British women are guilty … Continue reading →

I got around to watching the final episode of Channel 4’s French-people-not-being-dead-anymore drama The Returned this evening (ce soir). Because I am coof I watch things after they have been on, using storage devices, iTunes and iPlayer etc. This means I avoid … Continue reading →