So I made a pact with myself only to update the journal when I had something interesting to say: I read the last few updates, and even *my* narcassism had trouble coming to terms with what was written. There is such a thing as trying too hard to sound funny and clever, and I am well-versed within that feild of self-expression ( Read more... )

The United Kingdom is conspiring against me: It appears to have magically altered itself during the night to become about the size of France. Thus, the time required to get from Stoke to Glasgow (correct sp now methinks) is between four hours and....holy *Jesus*....eleven hours!?! What the fuck? Are Virgin trains getting me there via the Cape of ( Read more... )

It's been a slow week, kids. I have no idea why I'm updating today, since the majority of the interesting shit that *might* happen *hasn't* happened yet, leaving me with a week bereft of anything useful to say. But I have an hour to kill before Serenity screens later this evening so I'm going to have to think of some filler to pass the time. Enjoy ( Read more... )

Sillyness.

It's all Xanith's fault.

AT :)

So yeah. Just a question: Tazers. What batteries do they take? AA's? Tripples? Or those funky little square-shaped ones that everyone always wants for christmas? How exactly do you recharge an instrument of self defense that pumps out some 50,000 volts of stunning death, anyway? On the mains? I'm sorry, but I just can't think of a viable scenario ( Read more... )

We're getting Christmas stock in at Argos now. Christmas trees have decended upon our warehouse like a forest of fluffy green javelins and speared every member of staff into the racking. We cannot fucking *move* for the damn things, and you don't pick them, they pick *you*, chiefly by falling on your head from a great height and comically ( Read more... )

So, I was walking down the street when Bob Dole flew *out of the sky* like a flaming ball of thespian, blazing an arcing trail of fwoosh! across the stratosphere and the damned guy landed right in front of my feet and I *swear* he was giggling like Peewee Herman *all* the way down...and in the crater that he so gratefully left, I found this ( Read more... )

I'm paranoid, you know. Friday got along all fine and dandy, although in the spirit of true farce my mum actualy *hadn't* told my Dad that I'd left uni, which led to a rather interesting, if slightly confused conversation over some rancid cider. He took it relatively well, which was a surprise, but I suspect that's down to the fact that he's having ( Read more... )

So. Yesterday was *fun*: I had a day at work that did not involve harbouring the burning desire to drive fork lift trucks into the rabid, roving eyes of my customers, nothing whent missing from the stockroom, which usualy suggests that the Wizards that live within it are on holiday (probably corpse-camping MikeyT?) and I was not accosted by hooded ( Read more... )

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