First sign of madness The Waunch: talking about yourself in the third person. Re your comments, you obviously spent time out over the weekend by googling snakes in Australia, which makes you 1) sad 2) annoying (Because you are right, I could not remember what sort of snake it was at the time of writing. I remember now it was a brown snake. Brown snake fact: they are so venomous that they bite tractors and combine harvesters. And snakes only bite things that they think they have enough venom to kill.)
In other news, excellent misread on a lucozade sports drink at the gym yesterday: "Warning: This crap is not safe for children under the age of three. (It was cap not crap btw.) My mate *&^ collects these misreads if he has any to share with the group?
In other news, so yeah jury service. I was thinking all John Grisham, sultry blonde femme fatales in the witness stand, aged drink defence lawyers up against the might of captains of industry etc. But apparently - according to mrs househusbandnot who has done jury service - it is much waiting around being herded from courtroom to courtroom with not a lot to do. (Thinking about it, I am probably committing some heanous crime by mentioning that I am doing jury service at all. Better not let slip any more details.)
In gym related news, my v gay mate at the gym wants me to download his Donna Summer greatest hits album so that we can go running together on the treadmills together.
Feb 4, 2008
Feb 1, 2008
Bumps
Futher to Madame B's tales of serendipity:
I was walking along a beach in Dar es Salaam, and about to get mugged, when a girl who had taken over my job in Brussels five years beforehand skidded up in a yellow jeep and whisked me to safety. We went and drank expressos and she showed me a voodoo tree, and then confessed that she often was tempted to jump naked into the gangs of men working on the roads.
I was in a bar in Almaty with a colleague when the best man at her wedding walked in. She had not seen him since the wedding 20 years beforehand. Random fact about her husband: he was bitten by a black mamba in Australia. The venom completely destroyed his immunity to anything, and he would have died if he had been stung by a bee. (He actually died of something else, by which time my friend had divorced him.)
Last time I met up with The Waunch in a pub, we got wasted. Amazing, huh?
In other news, the software that I use to generate hhn is now available in Persian. Cool, huh?
In other other news, v much looking forward to doing absolutely very little this weekend, other than not bumping into people I have not seen for a decade. Lord, give me the anonymity I deserve.
I was walking along a beach in Dar es Salaam, and about to get mugged, when a girl who had taken over my job in Brussels five years beforehand skidded up in a yellow jeep and whisked me to safety. We went and drank expressos and she showed me a voodoo tree, and then confessed that she often was tempted to jump naked into the gangs of men working on the roads.
I was in a bar in Almaty with a colleague when the best man at her wedding walked in. She had not seen him since the wedding 20 years beforehand. Random fact about her husband: he was bitten by a black mamba in Australia. The venom completely destroyed his immunity to anything, and he would have died if he had been stung by a bee. (He actually died of something else, by which time my friend had divorced him.)
Last time I met up with The Waunch in a pub, we got wasted. Amazing, huh?
In other news, the software that I use to generate hhn is now available in Persian. Cool, huh?
In other other news, v much looking forward to doing absolutely very little this weekend, other than not bumping into people I have not seen for a decade. Lord, give me the anonymity I deserve.
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