It was inevitable. My favourite office toy died today. R.I.P.
My friend, John sent me this the other day. I have it on good authority this is no fake and was actually taken at his workplace. Even though it’s not the big, fat, hairy variety of spider, I’m very glad I don’t work for Easynet!
Surely Kev is the man to win Newcastle United the Premiership, Champions League, FA Cup, Grand National and Boat Race. If not, they can always sack him and get someone else.
Supping on Bulmers, while watching Leeds beat Crewe live on Sky Sports, with the players impressing even Simon the Gooner – not a bad way to spend an evening.
It was nice to see Leeds striker, Jermaine Beckford grab the winner; even nicer to see his commitment in the post-match interview. When asked about his future at Leeds, he looked down at his kit and replied “What shirt am I wearing, Bruv?”
Clearly a young man with aspirations, who therefore has no plans of joining a mediocre club like Derby. He does speak like a West London chav, though – still, you can’t have everything.
My external hard drive with all my MP3s and videos is misbehaving. One of the partitions will not be read, the second is running incredibly slowly. Luckily it looks like I have been successful in transferring the MP3s to the PC HDD. Time to buy a new external drive next month – I may treat my PC to a 750gig drive.
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
