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Current Bologs: Page 173 of 173Christmas and thatTuesday, December 23 2008 02:50 GMT Our little Humph used to really relax herself whenever we played Air. It would appear that "wor Leo" reacts in the same way. I wish he and Humph could have met - they would have loved each other. We've had a week or so of Christmassyness and it's feeling good! And that doesn't even include the excitement we both feel about going back to London in two days time! How did that happen ? Last Friday was our staff "do" [Americans: "do" means a party sort of thing] and it was most amusing. We went to a huge bowling place at 11am, that had a working bar. Nuff said. A couple of hours later we went to a bonkers Italian Family Theme Restaurant and got arseholed whilst talking bollocks and eating some vaguely Italian food. That's a good day, especially when the company picked up the tab. So much better than my experience last year when I worked for Shiti. We're both really excited about coming back to London, but Michele may be even more excited than I: she hasn't been back for over a year. Arses - there were loads of things of axis-shifting proportions that I wanted to rant about. Be thankful for my crap memory. PrintersFriday, December 19 2008 03:08 GMT For many, many years I have harboured a deep grudge against printers. Apart from the old text-only models, that were astonishingly expensive and astonishingly reliable, all printers are shit and exist solely to make the world a worse place. Evidence as follows:
FairnessWednesday, December 17 2008 03:20 GMT If Bernard Madoff had been British, and had prospered in the UK, don't you think the papers over there would have made far more use of puns ? I mean the guy's name is pronounced "Made Off" - it's a headline writer's dream. But so far I haven't seen a single paper taking advantage of it. Maybe they all think it's too obvious. Well that never stopped The Sun. Perhaps they all think it's too serious to joke about. Well that never stopped The Sun. Regardless, I'm in awe of this guy. He made an absolute fortune by ripping off not just the ultra-rich, but the most grasping, greedy, odious, ultra-rich, snobs he could find. He even had selective entrance requirements to weed out the people with too little public-image or [I'd love to believe] not enough to lose. Either way, the guy was very clever and could easily have ducked out earlier, taking all of the money and disappearing...but he chose not to. You can't put this down to plain greed, because we're talking about billions of dollars. It can only have been boredom or guilt. Perhaps the guilt he felt actually turned him on all of these years, in some sort of S and M way. Perhaps when he confessed, he finally managed to come. Either way Bernard, I salute you. Nicola Horlick sounded almost rabid when she criticised the American Government for failing to regulate his egregious liberties. Communist bitch. Fucking bloody arse biscuitsFriday, December 12 2008 03:22 GMT Recipe for a shit day
Actually, now that I'm sitting in our warm house, laptop on my lap, parrot on my shoulder, glass of red wine in my hand, and crab spag-bol in my belly...it all seems pretty good again. Big BaillocksWednesday, December 10 2008 02:55 GMT Weird shit is afoot. The Democrats are trying to bail-out the rich whilst closing libraries, swimming pools, and fire stations. At the same time the Republicans are trying to stop them. Someone has swapped their manuals. Meanwhile, at the top level, the "new hope" is being accused of not being eligible for presidency by a bunch of die-hard wingnuts with loads of money instead of brains. And on the ground, Citi have started to fire the wrong people; rather than go for the outrageously expensive decision avoiders that got them into this balls-up in the first place, they've started picking off the people on the low rungs who actually do some work. I can only hope that all who were involved in the decision to cover Citigroup's arse with $300bn will die in a fire. Anyone who works for a company that has gone out of business recently would be well advised to tool-up, break back in, and turn on the machines. Make the shit you were making before, but keep the money. It's patriotic. [P.S. The only station we can find over here reporting the Greek riots is the BBC.] Friday, food, drink and good stuff.Monday, December 08 2008 02:39 GMT One of the things about Britain that I frequently miss is "The Quick Pint After Work (tm)." So when an opportunity arises to go to the pub after work for a few, with some sound people, I attend enthusiastically. This last Friday celebrated the departure from my old job of someone I really liked and so was an excuse for a bunch of excellent people to go to T.Hogans (by Wissahickon Station). Going to the pub after work was as enjoyable as I remember it from the good old days, albeit lacking the excellent New Cross company. Nonetheless, it was just right, and the beer wasn't to expensive either. When I say "beer", I mean "beerated water" of course. As the night went on I realized that I could either go home, or regret the rest of the evening, so I left while the rest of the posse planned their trip to "The Ballet" [ which was actually an excursion to some strip club in Conshohocken.] It was a 25 minute walk home in the cold so I managed to refuel the beer scooter with a traditional Philly Cheesesteak. Brits need to realise that the traditional kebab compares poorly to the Cheesesteak. Although obviously nothing compares to a proper after-pub curry. The weekend involved watching some excellent films [Quantum of Solace, Pineapple Express, and Burn After Reading]. They were all superb - go and watch them! |
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