The internet is a powerful thing.  In an hour of boredom, having run out of things to do (it's hard working in a vacuum... everyone else in the University of London is on leave!) I searched for my long-lost exes online.  I've found two.  All I can say is that one now works in t'meeja and one is a college governor.  These are your clues.  Find them ( Read more... )

It's nearing the end of the busiest week of the year for people in my job.  Long hours and too little sleep have taken their toll.  I looked in the mirror this morning and staring back at me was the bastard child of Basil Fawlty and Bella Emberg and, man, that ain't good...

*Note to self: bleach tash when I eventually get home.*

May have seen this before, but I have to post Goodle News.

Yey!  Lovely baby swans!

Now, I know suicide is not a funny subject but I just wanted to share this on this rainy Friday morning:

Entertainers in pier rescue drama

There's something wonderful about Lionel Blair and Alan Carr responding to the call for help.  I can imagine them fighting their way through a gawping crowd with the cry "Let us through, we're light ( Read more... )

OK, bad morning so far, with my work email behaving like a bastard and a dreary day ahead but nothing could have stopped me getting angry over this: Church supports gay-snub fireman.

So the Archbishop is concerned about the poor widdle firefighters getting all hot and bothered about having to work near gay people who may make comment about their ( Read more... )

My gf rang me on the way to work and informed me that someone's slashed two of her tyres.  She's checked and four cars in our road have been done, so I suppose we shouldn't take it personally.  It's a pisser as it's the second time this year it's happened to us and our next-door neighbours - probably worse for them as they only bought their car ( Read more... )

I have nothing to say, although I have some good ideas for Who pr0n for the first time in ages.

I've also just farted so the next person in my office had better have no sense of smell....

You know what's worse than not recognising your colleague when he's cut his hair and shaved off his moustache?

Not recognising her when she's cut her hair and shaved off her moustache...

Eek.

I love Stuart Jeffries... he makes me laugh.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,1788752,00.html

Happy happy birthday
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