Manchester. Usual story. Can't blog.
[Update: Well, blog a bit. Not that I have anything interesting to say. Seems wrong being in an office when Yahoo! have gone over to their Christmas theme. The new train timetable is ruining my life. I'll be in the office later today because my morning train is now half an hour later than it was. The life of a TV celebrity is not easy. And I have my stint covering for Richard Bacon to think about. I've considering taking the easy listening route. Nothing but James Last and Roger Whittacker all night, with the occasional Barry Manlow thrown in.)
[Update 2: Just noticed that I really didn't have anything interesting to say. This update is far more interesting, in a metatextual sort of way. And it rhymed too. Er. Doop doop de doo...]
[Update 3: Does anybody know what leisure consultants would want for Christmas? I was thinking socks.]
[Update 4: Socks are a bad idea.]
[Update 5: My eyes are sore. This is hell.]
[Update 7: I have a phobia about the number 6.]
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Silenced Again
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Leisure suits?
Erm.
Bah dum dum?
Yes, but the other day one of my kids was talking about her forearm and I leapt in with, "nope, you just have the two! Ha!" and rolled around laughing for five minutes or so. Wasn't even drunk, which might have been the problem now that I think about it...
It is entirely possible that I'm just weird but new socks are awesome. I love new socks!
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