I warn you, though, that you may need to put on your flares and stick some flowers in your hair... 
I warn you, though, that you may need to put on your flares and stick some flowers in your hair...
Now I can relax a bit before panicking about the cosy little chat. *wibble*
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Well, it was getting a little old and cranky, so at ten to five I left work and headed for Curry's and picked up a smart new lappy for less than £400. I'm not sure if it will be worth trying to get the old lappy fixed but in the mean time I'm going to start downloading software that I had on the old one onto this nice shiny new one. Most of the stuff I had was free, so there's no problem there.
I've already got AVG and Live Messenger, so that's the basics sorted!
Next, the really good news. This afternoon a job offer dropped onto my desk. A job at the Academy Media Centre doing exactly the same job as I'm doing at the moment, yet at a higher pay grade. I have previously stated that I would like to get out of Graphics/Repro, but this is just too good to be true. Good words have been put forward for me by my boss and, provided I put in my application before Thursday, I should expect to have a nice cosy chat with my prospective employers.
Fingers crossed, folks! 
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emotional constipation
That feeling when you just really couldn't give a shit.
"I was going to vote for Jedward on the X Factor, but just couldn't be bloody bothered"
"Man, I've been feeling like that for weeks. We both have emotional constipation."
I will, of course, try to keep up with everyone else, so that I'm not too far out of the loop on my return so don't be surprised if I pass a comment occasionally.
The Wednesday quizzes will still be there, but possibly little else.
I need to concentrate on finding my ideal job, so regular blogging is going to have to take its place on the back burner for now.
LEST WE FORGET
In mind of all servicemen and women past and present, and their families and friends.
Bless you all for your efforts for this country and this society. You will not be forgotten
The technical reason is to repair the damage that occurred even before the tagging debacle.
The personal reason is just that. Personal.
I'll be back. Hopefully sometime soon.
This applies to all my blogs, except for the Official Quick Quiz, which will be there every Wednesday at 9pm GMT.
Catch you all later, unless you're on Facebook. In which case, I'll see you next time you gift me a bloody pizza.
November 5: Piglet Flu
During times of pandemic, the common flu is known as Piglet Flu. While less deadly than Swine Flu it still makes you feel like shit. However, because it is not infamous like swine flu you get no respect from having it. So you feel like crap and no one gives a damn because you don't have h1n1.
Doctor: How do you feel.
Patient: Like shit.
Doctor: Well the tests came back, you don't have swine flu. So get the hell out you lazy good for nothing bastard. Come back with a real illness.
Patient (as he is thrown out) But i really do have the flu. Even if it is only piglet flu.
I'll be there! My first archaeological dig, organised by HCPS, of the two tumuli on the common just about a mile from where I live.
What's this? I hear you, me beloved readers, ask. Has NotBob gone mad? We all know his main interests are science, rock music, drinking and moaning about work! Why the sudden interest in archaeology?
I think it's down to watching hours and hours of Time Team. 
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Note how many of those are song titles from The Ferret. Now I can't add a song title index widget on that blog. This is most annoying.
And the same goes for a list of artists, should I ever feel the need to post anything by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band. 
Actually, I'm using Google Chrome. 
Blimey! He's got about as much luck as me! 
Hallo liebe,
Ich sehe Sie Ihren Ansprechpartner
How are you today Ich hoffe, dass alles mit dir ist alles ok, es ist mir eine große Freude, Sie zu kontaktieren und mit der Kommunikation mit Ihnen ab heute, bitte, ich möchte Ihnen die Lust mit mir zu haben, so dass wir uns kennen lernen können einander besser und sehen, was passiert in der Zukunft.Ich werde mich sehr freuen, wenn Sie mich durch meine E-Mail (maryjammeh[at][well known ISP].com) für eine reibungslose Kommunikation schreiben kann und alle über einander wissen. Ist es von Ihnen in Ordnung, kann ich Ihnen meine Bilder und Einzelheiten über mich in meinem nächsten E-Mail an Sie.
Ich werde warten, von Ihnen zu hören, wie ich Ihnen alles Gute wünschen. (Maryjammeh[at][well known ISP].com)
Remain Blessed
mary JAMMEH
My response -
Well, with my very limited grasp of German I can tell that the greeting starts with a friendly "Hello, love" but anything past that is beyond me although by some of the content I can tell it's a bog-standard "I would like loving relations with you" style scam.
Nice try, but I shall remain blessed by my confusion and complete lack of comprehension...
*delete*
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Yes! It's British Sausage Week!
In order to celebrate the Great British Banger tonight I decided to dine on three Lincolnshire sausages with chips, peas, sweetcorn and a fried tomato with a dash of sweet chilli sauce to dip me sausage in.
It was lovely! 
Isn't he gorgeous?!
]]>For the first time in a long time I am actually sitting at home thinking "it's actually not too bad being me. No, scratch that. It's good to be me!"
I'm happy for once, and I have absolutely no idea why this sudden wave of euphoria has hit me, but I'm going to ride it for all it's worth.
SURF'S UP!
]]>Vodaphone certainly haven't been making it easy this afternoon. And it all worked so easily last month - what's gone wrong?
Other pubs wouldn't give that kind of service. They'd want you out of the door as soon as possible.
Yes, this is the pub that I'm inviting everyone to for the Woking Blogmeet at the end of March. You'll love it, I promise!
So far I think I've only got one or two definite attenders along with several possibles. Meh! It's still months away yet.
]]>]]>I divide officers into four classes - the clever, the lazy, the stupid and the industrious. Each officer possesses at least two of these qualities.
Those who are clever and industrious are fitted to high staff appointments.
Use can be made of those who are stupid and lazy.
The man who is clever and lazy is fit for the very highest commands. He has the temperament and the requisite nerves to deal with all situations.
But whoever is stupid and industrious must be removed immediately.
Gen Baron Kurt von Hammerstein-Equord (German Chief of Army Command, 1930-1933)
Thanks to a clear-out of my lappy bag I've found a copy of a music and movies quiz book, so there aren't going to be any cryptic clues to band names, just straight questions (I know that will please someone).
]]>Yes, I'm going on about my coat again.
Saddle soap to give its leathery goodness back to it, boot polish to tidy up the hem where it has dragged occasionally on stairs and uneven ground, and buttons because I've lost two in the last week.
Then I need to send it back to Higgs Leathers for a minor repair. The seam on the left shoulder, which I use predominantly to carry my lappy bag on, has started to come apart.
Oh well, it's only been five months since I got it and I've been wearing it every day. These things happen.
Who'd have thunk it, eh? Our own sun is a variable star!
Actually, I'd suspected it for some time what with the 11-or-so year cycle of sunspot activity. I just never thought it could vary so much in such a short space of time...
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And yes, that's the mug and saucer/lid that my parents brought back from their favourite holiday destination this year. Last year they gave me a couple of t-shirts.
]]>Mr Patel's spokesman said: "Absolutely no offence was taken at all by Atul. It was taken in a very light-hearted way."
When are people going to see that this fella has a sense of humour. OK, sometimes he steps way over the line, but this was just harmless, light-hearted banter and it was taken as such. Get a grip, people!
]]>October 27: cocktail weenie
A person obsessed with the minutiae of bartending practices and traditions, especially regarding the preparation of mixed drinks.
"Their cold gin flip was fairly authentic, but it really should be made with cubed ice, not crushed."
"You are such a cocktail weenie."
urbandictionary.com.
Oh dear... 
For some reason I just couldn't be bothered to get out of bed this morning, and this afternoon we had visitors.
OK, I had a plan.
I was going to dig my bike out and take a ride out over the common to take some piccies of what the Preservation Society are doing to return the place to its former glory, and believe me, they've been very busy. Unfortunately a touch of late-night insomnia led to me not getting out of bed until after 1pm. And then add to that, looking out of the window this afternoon to find that it was raining...
Ho-hum. Maybe tomorrow, eh?
]]>I only have five jobs on the go at the moment.
*looks at clock*
Ah! Now I know why. It's not 3pm yet. 