The birthday cake looked a little something like this:


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In a fit of paternal enthusiasm, I decided that it would only be right and proper to have a really cool cake for m-g's fourth birthday party tomorrow ( Read more... )

(sigh)

The new job is going well. While it's never going to be the dream job (since I apparently keep missing the advert for intergalactic space hero), I appear to be reasonably good at it and everyone is happy with what I'm doing.

There is a certain schadenfreude in the tales of how the place I used to work in has run out of paper. I feel a ( Read more... )

George Galloway sitting beside Ruth Davidson and agreeing with her...no, scrub that, just George Galloway sitting beside anyone and agreeing with them.

If nothing else from the run up to the Independence Referendum, I have lived to see that.

Ah, poetry. Sometimes, there's no other way to express yourself than iambic pentameter:

The game of love we both intimately know ( Read more... )

Thank you, pirate_ewan...


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After three days in the new job, it's incredibly nice to be where I am. Okay, so I don't really know what's going on yet, but the new team is open, friendly and supportive. While there's nothing for me to do except read, I've managed to do one-or-two little things which show I can contribute already. So, I do have a purpose ( Read more... )

(being deliberately vague to avoid drama ( Read more... )

As I'm pausing in Gatwick on the way home from a week in Amsterdam, I was prompted by a post from andrewducker that there is a spiral of complaints about people not reading (or posting to) LJ ( Read more... )

A couple of weeks ago, I overheard a snippet of PM Dawn's Set Adrift on Memory Bliss, which is about as bizarre a lump of early 90s hip-hop as you can imagine. However, it also triggered a huge rush of memories for one of my favourite compilation albums: the sheer majesty that is Now That's What I Call Music! 20Seriously, that album was the ( Read more... )