On my way home on Friday night I was reminding myself that I only had to remember one thing this weekend. At some point I needed to pop down to Balham station and get a new monthly ticket as mine had run out. It would save me from the carnage that is the ticket office …
Category Archives: General Musings
Its a Slippery Slope
Did I really just have a low fat pizza for tea? It’s definitely an oxymoron. Luckily I accompanied it with a full fat ceasar salad and a calorie packed glass of red wine. Phew.
Tacky, But
Web quizzes are so last year. I point to this one solely for the edification of the bloke who was my best man and who usually goes by a different moniker around these parts. What decade is your personality living in? Although I suspect I may be able to guess what answer he comes up …
Health Concerns
Its official, Harry Potter is bad for you. Now I’ve got an excuse not to read any more of them. Badly written nonsense.
Idle Hands
So, SWMBO and No.1 Son went to stay with Granny and Grandad for a couple of days. Faced with such unaccustomed free time, what did I do? Well, last night I turned the television off and wrote a web application using quixote. They don’t call me the wild man of Balham for nothing. Mainly because …
Distraction
I’ve not got a lot to say, as you’ve probably gathered. So here is a picture of number 1 son "scoring a try". The eagle eyed will note that the ball he is using has a silver fern on it, meaning it’s New Zealand All Blacks memorabilia. I’d like to apologise for advertising the number …
Sing Along Now
Who can take a sunrise Sprinkle it in dew Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two? The candyman The candyman can The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good Who can take a rainbow Wrap it in a sigh Soak it in the sun and make …
A little sporting politics
The mighty England overcame the South Africans on Saturday. An event marked by my acquisition of a new favourite pub, of which more later. But never mind that, the
20/20 Hindsight
On reflection, this album should have been called "Songs from the Big Hair". This post has been brought to you by the friends of Siegfried and Roy.
Treading Water
There is an amusing story involving me, number 1 son and an inordinate amount of poo coming, just as soon as I can get the words sounding right and in some sort of order. Whilst I’m slaving over a hot keyboard I’d like to leave you with a thought; The hour is late, the lager …