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    June 14

    One of those bad ideas that keeps getting worse

    Tomorrow, I'm going out for a picnic with Louisa (my best man), her boyfriend and her soon to be step-daughter, Ella. Which means that I'm going to be spending a large proportion of the day with my future sort-of-niece person. I'm obviously quite keen that she likes me.

    Louisa has taken it upon herself to inform me that Ella doesn't like people with beards and in fact gets very shy and withdrawn around them. Now, Louisa is a long-time facial hair hater herself and her badgering to shave is often the impetus for me to grow a beard in the first place. However, keen as I am, I promise to shave before the morning.

    The problem is that my beard trimmer's gone missing. I hadn't planned on needing it before the wedding and, as we're moving house before then, I assumed it'd turn up. I don't like looking for things, when laziness is so much more fun an option.

    So, after a cursory search, I abandon the idea of my trimmer and go looking for more... creative methods of beard disposal. The first idea I have is nail scissors. They're sharp and people trim their beards with them. I'm sure I can cut it down to a length good enough to be wet shaven.

    The plan is good, just like planning to cut down a hayfield with a strimmer is solid in theory. The problem becomes apparent when I realise that it will take me hours to even do my chin alone. I briefly consider expanding to a larger set of scissors, before remembering that I've never been that good with hand-mirror-eye co-ordination and am likely to stab/slice/cut off part of myself trying. I could abandon the attempt here and wait for the morning to borrow someone else's electric razor, but I now have a thin line of baldness across the front of my chin. It looks like I should really have a zip there. Weirdness has never stopped me inflicting myself on society, but I feel I could have another go at being creative.

    Plan C involves lots of shaving foam and my rarely used wet razor. Theoretically, low-tech should only cause me to pluck my chin-forest, but this razor can hardly be called low-tech. It's got 23 blades! And it goes at Mach 3! And it's stealthy! With turbo! And the foam matches it for an unparallelled shaving experie... oh. I've run out of foam.

    Plan D. No foam, just the uber razor. It's a lot smoother than I expected, with barely any plucking at all after the first stroke. I congratulate myself for being on the way to a smooth chin, only to realise that the razor is completely clogged with hair. And has been since the first stroke. There appears to be no visible effect on the beard.

    200,000 strokes later...
    I have clearer a small patch of my skin. Images of strimmers and the Yorkshire Dales are running through my head, but a perverse desire makes me seek to shape what I have. If I'm planning on looking ridiculous, I may as well look ridiculous in the way that entertains me the most.

    Thus, what you see here. A masterpiece.

    weirdy

    PJW

    June 05

    My day today

    Sloth - Deliberately slept through three alarm clocks and grabbed breakfast on the run, in the cause of, "Just five more minutes."

    Wrath - Vented my ire via expletives when faced with someone who decided to take my particular set of backroads shortcut to work at 10mph.

    Envy - My boss actually made the statement of, "I'm the ideas man. I'm not here for the implementation or the practical details." I went off to attend to the implementation and practical details, muttering about how nice it must be to earn shitloads of money for having ideas and not worrying about how they're going to become a reality.

    Pride - I got my assistant manager to agree, "Yes, you were right. It does look better that way."

    Gluttony - Took full advantage of free pizza and drinks in staff meeting.

    Avarice - Mentally bitched about the pay during the staff meeting and daydreamed about how much I'd buy if I won the lottery tomorrow

    Lust - There's a Caroline here. QED.

    PJW


    May 29

    Idiocy in the workplace

    I talk a lot in work. A lot a lot. My style of selling things involves getting my customers to like me very quickly, so that they'll treat me as a friend advising them on cool stuff, rather than an untrustworthy salesman who could be out to con them. This has to happen kinda quickly, so I end up giving them large, concentrated doses of the rubbish that I spout to those of you on my friends list: stupid jokes, absurdist statements and self-deprecating humour alternated with ridiculous vertigo.

    However, since I talk to about 20 different people a day, five days a week, the jokes get repeated often and the patter is developing into something akin to a well-rehearsed standup routine (albiet, not a particularly funny one), tailored to whom I'm talking to. This has the advantage of allowing me to successfully sell even when my brain isn't even remotely in gear, as I can do a half-decent job on auto-pilot. The down side is that, when you have an auto-pilot, it's so much easier to make a complete tit out of yourself by not concentrating on what you're doing.

    Take today, for example, when I was taking back a pair of headphones that someone had bought in error. I was taking down the name and address for the return and my customer told me that his name was Maddock. Because I'm a big sports fan, my brain tends to connect names to sportsmen/women and I'll often reference this in my patter (unless the name's something like Wilkinson or Beckham, in which case, I'll assume that they get it all the time and don't need it here as well. Obscure ones always get referenced). So, I checked the surname by saying, "Maddock - like the rugby player?" to which I got an assent.

    It was about a minute later, as I was progressing through the paperwork, that my brain kicked back in and noted that this gentleman has a very pronounced New Zealand accent, was strongly built and appeared of Maori descent. It also noted that Maddock is not a particularly common name, especially among Maoris who live in Bath.

    "Sorry sir, I just wanted to check that I haven't said something really stupid. You're not Joe Maddock the rugby player, are you? You are? Oh. Hi. Sorry. I'm not a Bath fan; that's my excuse."

    Mr Maddock, if you're reading this, I am sorry.

    PJW


    PS. In other news - check out how cool this is. We have one of these in work, on display. And I made that happen! Okay, so I don't get paid as well as I could, but my job could be far worse.
    May 13

    You're So Right For Me

    Attack of the MEME!!!!1!

    Memage
    1. Put your music player on shuffle.
    2. Press forward for each question.
    3. Use the song title as the answer to the question

    What does this year have in store for you?
    Filthy/Gorgeous

    What does your love life look like?
    Blue

    What do I say when life gets hard?
    Scoobie Snacks
    [As a proclaimed comfort food addict, this is so true that it's not even funny]

    What do I think of when I get up in the morning?
    Danger (High Voltage)

    What song will I dance to at my wedding?
    I'll Leave The Light On
    [Tickled by the fact that Caroline's meme actually selected the right answer for our first dance, although I suspect she cheated]

    What do you want as your career?
    No Phone

    Your favourite saying?
    Beautiful World

    Favorite place?
    Zombies

    What do you think of your parents?
    Catch

    Where would you go on a first date?
    Shut Up

    Drug of choice?
    Destiny
    [Sounds like a club drug if ever I heard one]

    Describe yourself?
    Cry Me A River
    [BWAAAAHAHAHAHA!]

    What is the thing I like doing most?
    Have It All

    The song that best describes the Prime Minister?
    Flavour Of The Week
    [I swear to God that I didn't cheat. I promise]

    What is my state of mind like at the moment?
    Tender

    What music will be playing or will you be thinking of when you meet your true love?
    Chocolate Salty Balls
    [snickers]

    How will I die?
    Fallin'
    [Boy, my iTunes has a sense of humour]

    The song that will be played at your funeral?
    Don't Let Me Get Me

    The song you'll put as the subject?
    You're So Right For Me

    PJW
    May 08

    So, in other news

    Sulians lost the final at The Rec last night. It was bloody annoying, cause our pack got bullied in a way that it hadn't in the league game against them that we won a few weeks back and, while the game was close in score (went into extra-time at 24-24), some parts were embarrassing for Sulians. Our scrum getting abused for a pushover try near the line was not a highlight. It's strange, cause our pack was mostly unchanged from the league game (with the exception of a talented and skilled hooker who spent last night trying to avoiding drunken mouth-opening) and it shouldn't've got bossed like that.

    Still, it was a journey and hopefully we should be able to go one better next season. A very good evening followed though, with the team and supporters getting mildly intoxicated on alcohol, including a home-brewed potcheen, courtesy of our centre's granddad, so it wasn't a wasted evening.

    Moment of the night: Attempting to run and leap on a friend's back (for some unspecified reason) only for him to see my shadow coming, duck with perfect timing and see me go flying through the air to faceplant on tarmac. Thank god for alcohol-cushioning allowing me to find it hilarious more than painful.

    I also spent some of yesterday going to see the Iron Man film. It's a great, great film and spoilers will commence in [highlight to view]-o-vision under here:

    I'm not a comics person generally and have no prior experience with any of the characters, but I was instantly taken by all of them. Tony Stark is a lonely genius who drowns his isolation in the vice that his wealth can afford. Robert Downey Jr was brilliant in portraying the naivety of Stark, showing him as a man who believes wholeheartedly and naively in all of his tissue-thin justifications for dealing in arms, only to have them ripped away from him. The look on his face as he realises that the bomb which is about to blow him up has his name and logo on it is priceless.

    I have to have the one complaint about the first Iron Man suit which Stark uses to escape captivity. I'll buy scrap metal stopping all bullets and allowing him to survive a plummet to earth, but I won't buy that not a single bullet from the hail found the giant eye holes. However, beyond that point, the new suits that he builds are beautifully imagined and something that you can easily believe in. They're also beautiful characterisation - Stark builds them, not because he's going out to fight the injustice of the world, but because he's got the idea in his head and he wants to see what he can do with it. It's also symbolic of his fear and anger at being captured and tortured; he wants the biggest and baddest toy to make sure that he's never in that situation again.

    It's an odd superhero film, because the world is the bad guy, rather than there being a strict supervillain. Sure, Obadias Stane is mad and evil, but he's an amoral arms dealer whom you could imagine existing in the real world. He's not a larger-than-life evil overlord and his fight with Stark is powered solely by greed. Also, Stark doesn't go out on the streets to fight crime and, in fact, hasn't designed the suit to help people. He only gets the idea of using it as a weapon while destroying things in a fury after learning that his weapons are still out there, fuelling terrorism and tribal warfare.

    The end battle is nice, although I'm not sure about the Arc Reactor ex machina that finishes things. And the final touch is brought by the press conference, where Stark makes a vague attempt at sticking to the cover story before deciding, with a smirk, to say, "Okay, the truth is... I am Iron Man."


    If you're going to see it at the cinema, then stay to the end of the credits. They're very, very long, but it's worth it. I went to see it with Andy, who apparently always stays till the end, and I'd've been miffed if I'd missed the last scene.

    PJW
    May 06

    Plug-N STIX!

    The tampon industry's response to Powerthirst. The damned embedding
    link is very broken, but this is worth following the clicky to see:

    http://www.cracked.com/video_16098_tea-time.html

    PJW
    May 02

    Cinema trip?

    Anyone interested in going to see Iron Man this Wednesday? I have the day off (and certainly don't need it to prepare for anything anymore) and was thinking about going to see it on a lunchtimeish showing.

    Anyone wanna keep me company?

    PJW

    Qu ni de

    Well, it's made life simpler, at least.

    - I don't need to worry about going into town to get a new set of studs for my boots anymore.
    - I don't need to worry about getting my kit cleaned and sorted for lineout training on Saturday morning anymore.
    - I don't need to worry about sorting out my diet to get myself ready for Wednesday anymore.
    - I don't need to worry about tidying the house in preparation for my parents coming down for the game anymore.

    It's made life a hell of a lot simpler not to be playing or subbing in what would've been the biggest rugby game of my life. Now I can use the vast vistas of time that I'd booked off from work to start writing again, finish that boardgame idea, brush up on my foreign languages (learn to say things that aren't swearing in Mandarin, for a start) or work on that vague webcomic thought I had. I'm being productive, instead of bitter and I'm not focussing on how I've been kept off the bench by someone whose recent performances have shown him incapable of running an accurate lineout, disruptive to the rest of the pack's scrummaging and slow around the pitch. It's unexpected free time and really, it'll be quite good just to have some time to kick back, instead of working myself into the ground for a game that really probably didn't mean that much anyway.

    <twitch><grins disconcertingly>

    PJW
    April 06

    Randomly fluctuating accents

    Ever have the kind of day where something happens to you and you think, "That'd make a great anecdote/LJ post; people will be able to laugh at my pain/awkwardness/unexpected nakedness/etc." And you put a little note in your mind to remind you to tell your nearest and dearest/the people on the interwebs the story.

    But somehow, along the way, the story gets lost, and instead of entertaining your friends with funny stories, you end up talking about work. This is because the anecdotes are kept in the same part of the brain that is mined by the plot-bunnies and are therefore turned into ravioli.

    However, I ate some ravioli this week for the first time in many years. And I guess that's why this story of me and my accidental Scottish accent has returned to my mind.

    My accent tends to be fairly flexible at the best of times. As a kid with a posh accent, in a school full of people without posh accents, I learned to tone it down quickly and I guess it's continued being a little bit chameleonic from there. If I'm talking to someone with a strong accent, then occasionally, I pick up slight traces and inflections in my own speech. It's quite a useful trait in some respects; it's a boon in sales, for example. People like talking to people like themselves and you can get a lot better reaction out of a posh person if you speak poshly, than if you speak like a wideboy (and very much vice versa). So, occasionally, I deliberately push it a bit more.

    However, a few days ago, I ended up accidentally being Scottish.

    I was talking to a Scots customer about a computer and it came upon me suddenly. I progressed quite quickly from talking with a mild inflection to answering his questions with a pronounced (and probably quite appalling) Scottish accent. This would've been bad enough, but it turned from a few questions into him actually wanting to buy the computer in question, so I was stuck like that until he was out of the store.

    Every time a colleague came over to ask me a question about something, I had to answer them in a Scottish accent and suffer the weird looks. There was no exit point, no way of regressing back to my normal voice without looking even weirder than I was already, but I couldn't help worrying about how fake my Scottishness was sounding during our twenty minutes of conversation. And of course, as soon as I started thinking about it, it got stronger and stronger.

    To make things worse, he was a really nice bloke. He was patient, sensible and not a dick, which is a nice contrast with a lot of the people I serve. And he was rewarded with a lunatic impersonator who kept half of his brain busy worrying about his accent and the other half struggling to maintain it, leaving nothing for the actual "advice about computers" bit that he's employed for.

    <le sigh> I just thank god he didn't ask me any questions about where I was originally from. I might've panicked and claimed Bulgaria, rather than try and perpetuate the Scots fiction.

    PJW
    April 05

    Overexcitement

    Old Sulians 68 :: Westbury 0

    We're in the final!
    We're going to play on The Rec!
    We thrashed Westbury!
    I scored one of the tries!
    You would not believe how disconcerting red socks are when you're used to seeing black and whites!

    Woo!

    PJW

    Red socks

    I've been wearing my black and white rugby socks for years now. They were the colours for my school teams and I've continued wearing the same colours (although obviously through several different pairs!) for both of the clubs I've played at, in a Barbarians style, despite occasional entreaties to buy socks that matched the rest of the team. I wouldn't count them as 'lucky' per se, but I'm comfortable with routine in my kit and I've always worn black and white socks.

    However, today, I will be wearing new red socks for the game against Westbury (breaking another routine of never playing in something I haven't trained in). I was asked by the 1st XV captain at training on Thursday to get some for the game and my usual protestations caught in my throat. Sure, I like my routines and sure, I don't like being told what kit to use. I've played for the 1st XV often before, before he was captain and selector, in my black and white socks and it wasn't an issue. Certainly no-one's cared so far this season. However, it occurred to me that the reason I was being asked to conform is because I'm actually being considered as a worthy part of his 1st XV selections now.

    So I bought red socks. I'm starting today, in the Bath Combination Plate semi-final, and I can't wait to get onto the pitch. My competition, Tim, is still unavailable, but I want to make that a non-issue; I want to make my selection a matter of choice rather than necessity.

    Wish me luck.

    PJW
    March 31

    Wickedpedia

    I'm posting this here, as well as on the Wikipedia discussion page, as I want to make sure that I have a copy. I don't know what the Wikipedia netiquette is for editing other people's tirades on the discussion page, but I'd like to make sure.

    I came across the Wikipedia entry for PC World a little while ago, when a colleague told me I needed to see it. For those who can't be bothered to follow the clicky, it's uniformly negative, with some areas blatantly going against Wikipedia's rules on citing references and instead just citing opinions. I found it mildly amusing that people with grudges had written a biased article and went away again.

    I came back a few weeks ago out of boredom and saw that the article was the same, maybe even worse, and decided that I wanted to do a bit of editing. I'm not the hugest fan of PC World, but they are a lot, lot better than they used to be. The article obviously couldn't've been edited that much to still be in that state and I would be doing a service to balance it a little and correct some of the more hysterical claims.

    When I came back to the article, with the intent of using history pages to show a friend how bad it'd been before I'd edited, it was almost back to where I started. A quick glance of the comments showed that editors required citations of the new bonus structure before they would allow any removal of the (unreferenced!) claims that PC World staff were still on commission (I wish!) and that there was a "Sales-oriented culture that pressurises staff into promoting more expensive goods, regardless of suitability" (the [Citation needed] that is currently (and possibly impermanently) there was added by me just now). A further glance through the history showed that I wasn't the only person to try editing the article, with some people resorting to flat out vandalism in frustration at being constantly re-edited back to something which is frankly verging on libel.

    The article is currently bouncing back and forth between insanity on either side, with the anti-PC World people being quicker on the draw/more established on Wikipedia and any attempts at rationality being swatted by both sides. I wrote the following manifesto on the discussion page, in the vain hope that some kind of middle ground might be reached: where tales of PC World's shiteness could be mixed with occasional messages of 'but they are trying!'

    I don't hold out much hope.

    PJW

    Balancing the article

    The article, as it stands, seems to be very aggressive towards PC World. Granted, the company has done some pretty reprehensible things in the past and customer experience fluctuates wildly depending on which store they visit and which member of staff they meet. However, the article reads like a hatchet job, with individual customer reviews of a personal bad experience with a store held up as the status quo for the chain and there are people aggressively re-editing attempts to introduce any opposing viewpoint. I myself attempted to add one of the positive Ciao reviews available (such as this one: http://www.ciao.co.uk/PC_World_Shop__Review_5053345) and it was quickly deleted. The negative Ciao reviews are still referenced in the article.

    This is in startling contrast to the articles on Currys and Dixons, both of which barely mention any criticisms, despite the chains having as bad or worse press as PC World.

    Another example would be the infamous commission claim, which has bounced back and forth from edit to unedit. The staff at PC World do receive a monthly bonus which is based upon total sales figures. This is not necessarily something to condemn the chain for; they are in the business of selling things! The previous commission system, however, was something to condemn them for; staff were bribed with individual profits for selling particular products. These commissions were, of course, funded by manufacturers, meaning that the advice offered varied depending on what was most profitable for the salesperson to sell! The current text of the article, and some of the editors, appear sceptical that any change has occurred and so any editing to the sentiment that any claim of an abolition of commission 'is misleading' is swiftly unedited.

    I feel that this lack of balance is responsible for some of the vandalism of late. People work there to make their living and while the quality of service and effort may vary from employee to employee, I'd imagine that several of them are quite proud of doing their best at their career and thus quite hurt when see what they consider to be insults to their efforts.

    I would like to propose merging the criticisms and controversies and re-examining some of them for verity. I would also propose a section entitled Changes, which could ennumerate the attempts that the chain have made to improve service (such as removing individual commission, removing product-specific commission and introducing the Power of Knowledge training).

    I am in no way proposing a whitewash of the article, or in any way claiming that the chain is whiter than white. It has problems and those problems are many and varied. However, I'd like to conclude by pointing out that the 'Criticisms' section contains 8 unreferenced statements, such as "Sales-oriented culture that pressurises staff into promoting more expensive goods, regardless of suitability, and often with misleading or incorrect information", without any citation of any source. Any attempts to defend the store or its employees have been met with "Provide citation" edits (which would be very difficult to find, considering I don't imagine many companies publish their employee handbooks and bonus values on the internet).

    I would be willing to spend some of my time to provide a draft of my proposals, although I will obviously not bother if they will be instantly edited, without consideration of their merits.

    Completely pointless

    I'm a big, big fan of the Firefox browser and will use it over Internet Explorer wherever the web will let me (98% of it and increasing...). However, I've not really played much with one of its major advantages, extensions and plugins. No doubt, there are got some kick-arse bolt-ons that you can install into Firefox to make it do shiny things, but the only ones I've found useful from day to day are IEView (right-click, open in IE. For stubborn webpage design) and Scribefire (which is about 1% less effort than opening each blog individually and posting by hand. And is now bricked. Again).

    Now I've found a third thing to screw into my browser. It's not functional. It's not practical. It doesn't improve the speed or efficiency of my web-browsing at all. It is the Stop! Hammertime! extension, which now allows my computer to greet every use of the stop button with MC Hammer.

    I give it maybe a week before I'm bored with it, but until then, this is the best use of an open-source license known to man.

    PJW
    March 29

    Aftermath

    Stothert and Pitt 12 :: Old Sulians 17

    Absolutely fantastic game. Playing against wind, rain and slope for the first half, we turned around for the second half only 6-0 down. A perfect start to the second half saw us gain field position, win a clean lineout, slice open their defence and score a try under the posts to go ahead by 6-7 and we never looked like going behind again. A drop goal widened the gap, before Stotherts' indiscipline led to them having their lock sinbinned for punching, allowing our forwards to score a pushover try off the back of the resultant scrum. Two penalties weren't enough for Stotherts and we closed out the game.

    It was the most fun I've had in a rugby game for a long time; I was highly wound up for the game and I'm now experiencing that sweet type of exhaustion that comes from giving every physical thing you've got to a cause. 1st XV rugby is much harder work than 2nds, but it feels so much more rewarding when it comes off. I still think that there are things to work on from my performance, but I got nearly 100% good reviews from the touchline again, so I must be doing something right.

    God damn, that was good.

    PJW


    Edited to add: You know my nice time-saving gadget, Scribefire, which allows me to dual-boot my two blogs? Well, it's just been updated. And now it no longer works. Testing, testing...

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    Teamsheet for the weekend

    For those too lazy to click the link, I'm back in the 1st XV again. The selection is due to Tim (normal Sulians substitute hooker and first in line to the throne now that Louie's injured) having to work, but it's still a good thing, as it gives me a chance to prove my worth. I see it very much as an opportunity to make a&nbsp; "What the hell was that all about?" statement over this selection.

    Although it was obviously disappointing in an egocentric way, I wasn't overly annoyed about being dropped from the starting lineup. Tim has been involved with the 1sts all season, my selection in the previous game was due to his injury and he's clearly currently ahead of me in the pecking order. However, I was thoroughly unimpressed about not even making a slot on the bench.

    I was passed over for Tony Joyce who, while an excellent player in general, is more than slightly short of match-fitness, having played one game all season and that one at the start of February. To have him parachuted in above me gives the message&nbsp; that I, the regular 2nd XV starting hooker and semi-regular training attendee, am a worse bet than someone who is half-fit and hasn't played for months. Which is insulting. I'm actually now fuming that he was selected over me in February; I didn't notice the selection at the time, but it's one which sends out the signal that a 2nd XV regular is not good enough unless all other options have been exhausted. I'm sure that's not the intent, but even a kindly worldview, which sees the situation as players with prior reputation being picked over regular 2nds, is not conducive to a good team spirit.

    Whatever the reasons, I've had enough. I don't know whether it's poor selection or whether they do actually hold me in such low regard. I want to make sure that they can never ignore me again and that, when they next come to discussing my position, my name comes up as someone they want, rather than someone they'll settle for if there's no other options.

    PJW
    March 25

    Meme I up, landlord

    [01] Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
    [02] Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
    [03] Post them here for everyone to guess.
    [04] Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
    [05] No Googling/using IMDb search functions!

    I will openly predict that no-one will get number 15 (Caroline might've, but she's seen the answers and is thus disqualified). Number 3 has two quotes, simply cause I couldn't bare to pare down the quotable quality any more than that. If you haven't seen that film, you really, really need to.

    PJW


    1. "She's gone. And the present is trivia, which I scribble down as fucking notes."

    2. "I had this dream... I'm in this restaurant, and the waiter brings me my entree. It was a salad. It was Lloyd's head on a plate of spinach with his penis sticking out of his ear. And I said, "I didn't order this." And the waiter said, "Oh you must try it, it's a delicacy. But don't eat the penis, it's just garnish." "

    "You know what I'm going to get you next Christmas, Mom? A big wooden cross, so that every time you feel unappreciated for your sacrifices, you can climb on up and nail yourself to it."

    3. "Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys."

    4. "Hey Man, I'd think twice about what you're doing. You could wake up a lot more fucked up than you are now."

    5. "Unlike the American government, we prefer not to get our bad news from CNN."

    6. "Well, what you plan and what takes place ain't ever exactly been similar."    - Guessed by Craig

    7. "Noah was a drunk. Look what he accomplished. And no one's even asking you to build an ark."

    8. "He took down my pants and he started writing the alphabet but he was writing it with his tongue."    - Guessed by dBexx

    9. "Err, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think they're gonna be armed with? Guns, you tit!"    - Guessed by Doug

    10. "Victims; aren't we all?"     - Guessed by Talking Natural

    11.  - "Susanna, four days ago... you chased a bottle of aspirin, with a bottle of vodka."
           - "I had a headache."    - Guessed by dBexx

    12.  - "What if I were in a coma, and the doc says, "One more day?" "
           - "I'd throw you into the ocean... Shock therapy."

    13. "We are about to become the proud possessors of 2 million quid in useless notes because the Queen doesn't like her picture. Jesus Christ, it's self self self self for some people!"    - Guessed by Kendrick

    14. "For me, all for me. I killed my best friend, you let me think I was going to die, and you watched me kill my best friend. I killed him for a fucking coke!"

    15. "You're getting a divorce? But why? You guys are so perfectly psychotic together!"




    March 23

    Wibble bounce boing

    I started eating chocolate at about 9:30am this morning. I haven't yet stopped and the only thing to dilute it has been highly-caffienated Diet Coke.

    <bounces>

    <jitters>

    <eats more chocolate>

    Happy Easter all.

    PJW