Never mind the iPad/iSlate/iTray/iPlank - check this baby out!
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Saturday, 9 January 2010
Thursday, 7 January 2010
She got me going up and down.
A quote is such an apathetic way to post, I can't help myself.
"I have respect for broadsheet journalists because they haven't succumbed to degrading themselves, to writing pidgin English with all these terrible colloquialisms, the phrasing of which is just, like, embarrassing."
Attributed to Peaches Geldof
"I have respect for broadsheet journalists because they haven't succumbed to degrading themselves, to writing pidgin English with all these terrible colloquialisms, the phrasing of which is just, like, embarrassing."
Attributed to Peaches Geldof
Monday, 4 January 2010
Sunday, 20 December 2009
My New Project
Can anybody tell me the difference between flammable and inflammable? I’ve decided that I’m afflicted by common sense. It takes a moment to fully appreciate the full tragedy of this condition. Imagine trying to make your way in the world while expecting it to conform to rules of logic and reason. In a competitive labour market you don’t stand a chance.
I think I may have to found a charity for the benefit of the precious few sufferers who struggle daily to understand the random and counter intuitive events that life constantly throws at them. The real difficulty of course is that these poor souls go through life with an expression of perpetual confusion. This results in the casual and uncaring onlooker dismissing them as intellectually challenged, when in fact of course the opposite is true.
So the next time you’re in the Beehive and you see a perplexed but ruggedly handsome Irishman, don’t sneer. Shake his hand, hand him a Guinness, and murmur “I feel your pain brother” in his ear. Most importantly though, hand him a Guinness.
I think I may have to found a charity for the benefit of the precious few sufferers who struggle daily to understand the random and counter intuitive events that life constantly throws at them. The real difficulty of course is that these poor souls go through life with an expression of perpetual confusion. This results in the casual and uncaring onlooker dismissing them as intellectually challenged, when in fact of course the opposite is true.
So the next time you’re in the Beehive and you see a perplexed but ruggedly handsome Irishman, don’t sneer. Shake his hand, hand him a Guinness, and murmur “I feel your pain brother” in his ear. Most importantly though, hand him a Guinness.
Monday, 14 December 2009
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