tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166916592011-11-14T10:39:00.976ZRed Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.comBlogger3971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-13623566762359160792008-10-27T21:08:00.003Z2008-10-27T21:10:34.163Z

I've moved. Those select bunch of you that I don't consider tossers can come join me at my new blog (so, um, that's pretty much all of you then)...It's at passablycontent.blogspot.com - see you there :)

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This blog is now defunct, for I am no longer a contractor.I started this as something to do in the long boring evenings in some godforsaken part of England while stuck on a contract. In my many, many nights spent in a B&B room (or a short-term lease on a flat that was too short to get cable or internet connected) this was something to write on my laptop to upload the next day at work. It was

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A couple of weeks back I attended my university reunion. It had been X* years since we all graduated and had all been in the same hall of residence. A big group of us met up every year anyway, but what with this being a special year we roped in as many as possible (one couple flew in from Texas).It was kind of strange seeing everyone again. With one notable exception everyone was either an

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Call me old fashioned, but I do not think that the appropriate response to a text reading 'Have a good day. Love you' is one stating 'I hearr you'.That's one mere step away from:Person 1: "You are the true light of my life. Without you gracing my presence my heart would be a vast desolate place where nothing could ever grow, but with you a part of me I feel our love could conquer anything!"Person

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'Oh dear!'That just conjured up toooooo many mental images, Mr. Hairy-D&D-playing-40 -year-old.

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So there I am, settling in for a minor 72-hour Ryder Cup marathon that was going well for me (though not for Europe), when Ian Poulter smacks a tee shot high into the Kentucky Sky.......and..........well I haven't got a fecking clue as my TV turned itself off. When it could finally be roused from its electronic slumber it showed all three primary colours in three different locations on the screen

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We have a cafe at work. Just that, a cafe. It has one of those chrome coffee making machines but it's staffed by the usual local 'gert lush, me luvvaaaaaaa' Bristolians.My point is that it's not a Starbucks. It's a caff, a soss'n'eggs sarnie in the morning, greasy spoon caff.I overheard one of the 'new media department' today as she ordered a:"Tall skinny latte"Seriously, die now. Die horribly.

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I was going to write a hilarious post about my weekend of hanging wid my squirrel bredren at the Tower d'Cabot, but today brought the sad news that Richard Wright (one of the founder members of Pink Floyd) passed away from cancer.It's hard to overstate the profound effect their music had on my teenage years and my cats are named Pink and Floyd for reasons that go way beyond 'let's pick something

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My favourite conversation from my University Reunion this weekend, which was had in a curry house when everyone was rather drunk but me.If you can guess which person is me, then you win a prize (of my choosing) :)Person 1. So, my friend had an accident....Person 2. Did he die?Person 1. No, no, he was fine...Person 3. What kind of accent?Person 2. What?Person 3. He had an accent?Person 1. No, an

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My cat is normal. Well, as normal as cats I talk to can be. Not that I talk to that many cats. Really.Ok, let's start that again. My cat is normal for a cat. Yeah, he's a fat whiny animal but he's a predictable fat whiny animal.The cat downstairs is mental. Properly mental. Even Britney Spears and Amy Whinehouse would nudge each other and point at this cat if it passed them by, whispering to '

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A bunch of fringe scientists are claiming that the world will end on Wednesday when a black hole is accidentally created under Switzerland, which is probably nonsense. On the off chance it is true then we'd be dead almost instantly, so really who cares eh?I am, of course, discussing the Large Hadron Collider which whizzes subatomic particles around and around a large circle, while sending other

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On things to do with America anyway....Did I mention we took a stretch limo back from midtown Manhattan to Brooklyn? Did I? If not, then what happened was we took a stretch limo back from midtown Manhattan to Brooklyn.It was awesome.Oh, and to add the long list of heinous crimes against the English language that the USA has produced is their pronunciation of 'paedophiles'. They pronounce it '

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Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiictures, who wants piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiictures?Well you've come to the right place then, as I've got plenty! :)I won't bore you all with a detailed account, but here's the best shots that Mrs. Red Squirrel and I took.... Brooklyn Bridge (which we walked across) Mrs. Red Squirrel Just off Central Park at Sunset Ghostbusters! Who ya gonna call Bunny? Midtown from Central

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I have a girlfriend.Gosh.On another continent.Gosh.Anyway, I'll write up my trip to New York properly once my darling and wonderful gf* sends me the pictures she/we/I/strangers passing took.However the brief highlights for me were:-- Having to take a detour to reach our downtown Brooklyn** hotel due to the cops cordoning off a couple of blocks while they apprehended a couple of teenage gunmen

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While grabbing a bite to eat at a local - and faux-posh - sandwich bar called Philpotts this lunchtime, I was greeted by the sight of a fat man.Not a normal fat man. Not even the fattest man I've seen.But fat. Kinda orca-whale fat.Fat people don't annoy or upset me (although the heifer on the 3rd floor at work who can't fit in the lift with anyone else is rather annoying for different reasons)

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I had a great (if tiring) weekend in Berlin, starting last Wednesday when I spent a considerable amount of time driving across the country to my Dad's as it was closer to the airport we were flying from on Thursday morning.Only, in typical Squirrely fashion, I'd got that wrong and we were flying on Thursday evening. Of course, this meant that rather than a rapid

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I'm back, but it's late and I'm still tired so I'll post properly tomorrow.With like pictures and stuff. Yeah.My post title however was my oh-so-witty response to my Dad's claim that Mr. Kellogg (of cornflake fame) invented 'colonial irrigation'.I know, I think I should do stand-up too...... *rolls eyes*

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I'm off to ze Vaterland for a few days of non-drunken debauchery.Have fun while I'm gone :)

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It's that time of year, that special moment in all our lives - yes! That's right! Iiiiiiiittsssss....*drum roll*Red Squirrel's Football Predictions PostYeah! Wooo! Go Squirrels!!![You can find last year's predictions here, and the results here]Right then, these are pretty hard this year as the top four have all strengthened to varying degrees. Plus the ones from 12 onwards will be utter

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I've been a bad blogger recently. For an excellent reason, which I'll come to later, but a bad blogger nonetheless.I shall try and make it up to you.It's not like I've been amazingly busy either. Okay, that's a lie - I've been astonishingly busy at work and am working some overtime to get the project complete before I go on my holidays (yeah, TWO of them this month. Bet you wish you were me) -

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I don't particularly wish to talk about how I've now - after 15 years of attending international cricket matches in this country - seen England actually lose. I'd always managed to attend the days when we drew or won before. Curses!No, what I wish to flabble about this evening are cornish pasties. Or rather Sainsbury's Bite size Pasties (presumably made in Lithuania rather than Cornwall). These

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After four short years, it's time for the Olympics again. Not that you'd have guessed from the BBC website, where it appears that the £700 squillion they're spending on coverage has gone almost unnoticed.I used to like the Olympics, I really did. I have great memories of watching them as a child. The diving pool at the Barcelona games, Derek Redmond pulling his hamstring, the British 4x400m team

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Do you know what I did today? Probably not.I cleared my final credit card. This makes me debt free.Well, I have a couple of years left on my car loan, and 15 years left on my mortgage, but apart from *that* I'm debt free.Yeah, okay, the overdraft - but that will be gone next month.It counts as debt free to me anyway :)

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Following on from Gorilla Banana's comment on my last post that my GP surgery looked like 'It would make the perfect castle for a gay version of Dracula', I'd like to suggest that the Parish Church opposite would make a better candidate:If Disney made gay castles, they be done in Cotham.Anyway, seeing as I was wandering home taking random photos I thought I share with you all a picture of the

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This is my GP surgery:Not that I've been more than once in the last 7 years (and that was for my shots for South America), but it (an ex-Seminary) is a truly stunning building - inside and out.

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I appear to have a new one (courtesy of my nieces):Guncle MonkeyKids eh? Gotta love 'em, because apparently you're not allowed to kill and eat them. Which seems unfair to me.Feel free to amuse me with any nicknames of your own. Not for me though, I hasten to add....

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I've had a terminal feeling of ennui all week for some fairly unknown reason, hence the lack of updates. Part of it, I'm sure, is my shoulder putting me out of action exercise-wise, part of it is things I can't talk about (dead useful sentiment for a blog that), part of it is most definitely that I spent 8 hours last weekend working on one part of a website when I should've been working on

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How is it possible to miss someone you've never met?

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I've mentioned them a few times on this blog - but never before have I had anything of such high quality to share with you.I was emailed this today by Steve, from their performance at T in the Park this year. Hopefully you can see why they really are the best live band currently going...http://www.bbc.co.uk/tinthepark/2008/artist/alabama_3/

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The past was yours, but the future's mine.Yes, indeedy. I went all retro today. While replacing my shoes (which died on wet-sock day last week) I found the first Stone Roses album for a mere £4. Bargain city.The fact that I've bought it and had it teefed THREE TIMES previously is no deterrent. It's part of my childhood - I was 15 when it came out.She Bangs The Drums - ah, convincing the school

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Are you a happy person?I don't mean right at this very moment, but in general. I've reached the conclusion that some people aren't happy unless they're miserable, that everything small and pleasurable in their lives is dismissed because it's not their personal utopia - yet their own utopia is dismissed as unreachable. So they 'make do' and are unhappy.I'd like to think I'm a happy person. Sure,

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Now this story doesn't concern me, I'd like to make this entirely clear from the start. It was told to me by someone I know whom I shall call Mr A for the purposes of this post. Not that his surname starts with an 'A', or indeed his first name. In fact, his name doesn't even include an 'A' and therefore his nom de guerre is indeed excellent.Mr A used to work in a largish building in Bristol (okay

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I really don't make any of this stuff up, but anyway........there I was, drying my socks under the hand-dryer in the toilet using the expedient method of placing my hands *in* my socks and waving them about in the hot air, when the door to one of the cubicles opened and a grey-haired Sideshow Bob look-a-like emerged.Now it should be noted that I wasn't on my usual floor. I wanted to take my socks

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When you have decided to take home a bag of used coffee granules from the office cafe ('tis good for the garden), do not walk back to your desk idly tossing said bag into the air and catching it. This will:a) cause the bag to split and spray coffee all over the stairwell,b) make the stairwell smell like the inside of satan's jockstrap andc) mean that when you glance up from furiously sweeping the

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I thought I'd share with you all a sign I saw opposite my office. If I made signs, they'd be as honest as this! :)

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Apparently I'm 'extremely bendy' (yay!) 'for my age' (unnecessary :( ) and I can hyper-extend (um, I think) most of my joints.I also appear to be unable to sit properly and that is why I can't play badminton or throw a cricket ball at the moment. I can't sit properly? But...but...that's pretty much all I do every day! Surely I must be good at it by now?So now I have to get laughed at at work

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[My email is broken. If you emailed me at any time on Wednesday then please resend. My ISP sucks.]I got called a geek today.I resent that. I might work with computers but I'm not a geek in the slightest. I dislike computers, have no interest in them and have very limited knowledge of anything outside my immediate requirements for my job.A bus driver isn't branded as an engine-obsessed petrol head

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I've not mentioned it for a bit, but in ten minutes it'll be exactly half way through the year. 183 days done, 183 days left.Which means this is officially the longest I've gone without a beer since I was 15, and that was some time ago.I'm proud of myself, and that's what's important.

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Basically I'm not sacked, but Alpha Male is. It turns out that I'm Beta Male, well I was, but now I'm Alpha Male.I hope this means I don't get sacked next.I shouldn't have been concerned but I was - simply because it has happened to me before. Many moons ago I had my contract terminated because I was friends with another contractor who was being terminated and they thought I wouldn't work

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I said something to a friend yesterday over tea/beer which he thought was amusing, and which led to my puzzlement at his amusement. I said:"I'm more 'me' online than I am in real life."It's a sentiment that I think that most of the bloggers who read this will understand, and the non-bloggers (and friends) who read this almost certainly won't.[In the context of the conversation I wasn't actually

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Before I get on to the intended subject of this post I thought I'd mention a small amount about my day yesterday, and for that we need a small amount of scene-setting...*wavey screen effect to dissolve*We're on a project. The project is over-running because the people who decided what's in the project didn't do a very good job of deciding exactly what's in the project. We are therefore in a

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People with one eye can still get a driving licence.I'm not sure why I find this surprising....

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Should you wish to take illegal narcotics at a concert and remain undetected, I recommend you don't do the following things:a) dance with your hands in your pockets so that you look like you're masturbating through an epileptic fitb) don't shake your way in time to a non-existent beat, you may stand out from the crowd andc) don't dance in your 'wankofit' style when there isn't in fact any music

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Well no-one guessed correctly so I'm keeping the prize* for myself :)And I'm off to see Radiohead in some park in London, which should be cool. I've never seen them live but they're supposed to be very good indeed. So, in your face, stalker girl!*The prize was £10,000 in stone cold cash, a Ferrari and a date with either George Clooney or Michelle Pfeiffer. Un-lucky.

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Oooh, guess who I'm going to see in London on Tuesday?First correct answer wins a prize*Sunday Edit:No-one is even slightly close :)Here's a clue - band, sold out within seconds, seeing them in a park.*Maybe

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When you have spent all morning talking in a mockney accent ("alwight geezer", "me old cocker" etc etc) along with the rest of your team in a hilarious ribbing of your cockney manager ("me old mucker" etc etc), do not answer your mobile (without thinking) in the same accent by saying:"Alwight {insert name of important client}, me old china!"Especially if the important client is a Mr. Liang, first

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-31844039099057668052008-06-17T17:34:00.007Z2008-11-13T23:43:33.040Z

And back. Did you miss me?I did find all weekend (and indeed today) that I was receiving quite a lot of positive attention from ze females of this planet. Maybe I'm not as ugly as I thought? Or then again, maybe I have some hideous mark on my forehead.*goes to check in mirror*Arse.That aside, I got back at 3am and got to work for ten. I quite obviously feel like utter, utter shite. I also pissed

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-9725666273329379672008-06-11T21:16:00.003Z2008-11-13T23:43:33.243Z

I'm off to Le Mans now to see lots of cars going 'nnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooow' past me at 200mph in the dark.Back next week, when I shall be a physical wreck from camping in mud for four nights - so don't expect much sense.Well, less sense than normal then.Yeah, okay, so you won't be able to tell the difference. Happy now? *glares*Here's some of today's pottery to keep you occupied while

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-33529191530993833512008-06-09T16:30:00.002Z2008-06-09T16:52:14.722Z

I spent Sunday running about in the sun, bruising my hands and dropping things.Yes, I made my cricket debut. Briefly.For some reason I was put in at no. 4 and was batting within 4 of the allotted 35 overs per side.Ball 1: No Ball. Ran like the cops were after me anyway.Ball 2: Defended.Ball 3: Defended not very well near the shoulder of the bat.Ball 4: Defended well on the front foot.Ball 5:

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-68220490367443000872008-06-06T18:38:00.002Z2008-06-06T19:00:22.420Z

Damn my optimistic and always-look-on-the-bright-side personality*My 'chat' this afternoon actually made it sound like a good job. Salary of 39,863,026,834,876 Zimbabwe dollars**, roughly 5% bonus scheme, healthcare, paid holidays*** etc etc.And they're nice people.I feel like a bastard now, but I'm not going to (as a good friend told me last night) take a job because I feel sorry for them. I'll

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-30977706281118155202008-06-05T22:04:00.002Z2008-06-05T22:33:13.663Z

It looks like I'm going to have to lie on Monday. I'm a terrible liar. My truth tourettes just kicks in.I'm (in all likelihood anyway) going to have to tell a company that I don't want the job they're offering. In fact, I'm definitely going to be doing it to a company in the next month or so.And the reason I don't want the job?Because.......well.........the guy who interviewed me was a total nazi

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-59737088511449902122008-06-04T19:32:00.003Z2008-11-13T23:43:33.522Z

Controversial one this time:- People who need someone else in their lives.(Note, this is just my opinion. You're welcome to disagree and have your own opinion (wrong though it may be*). )I'm not talking about people who are in relationships per se, but those that feel they couldn't NOT be in a relationship. Those people who are unhappy when they are single, that feel someone else 'completes them.

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-88728550706775250542008-06-02T15:59:00.002Z2008-06-02T16:20:18.324Z

Rats that is. Many days I feel like we should have one just to find out if this is true.Rat update:-I woke up this morning to find a dead rat next to my bed and a smug and self-satisfied (is there any other type?) cat stretching out the cobwebs next to me.All's well that ends well, you may think.Except that I locked last night's rat in my office when I went to bed.So this is a new rat - and not

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-60724490294785333652008-06-01T20:14:00.003Z2008-06-01T23:24:18.973Z

Huh, I had the idea first.....http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/7430113.stm*******************Later edit:There's a rat in my office what am I going to do?There's a rat in my office what am I going to do?I'm going to leave that rat in the hope it dies peacefully and can be found in the middle of the office and disposed of neatly tomorrow, that's what I'm going to do.I'm going to leave that

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-72696998080949204732008-05-30T16:05:00.002Z2008-05-30T16:29:41.407Z

Apparently some product placement ad aimed at gay men is out at the cinema this weekend.Which is great.Less great is the upping of the expectation level women will now have for a few weeks after watching it. Yes, I'm sure the characters in the film deserve a multi-millionaire sugar-daddy devoted to them (while lining up a succession of young virile men who aren't thinking 'ewww, this bit sags'),

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-71938299009910900522008-05-29T22:14:00.002Z2008-05-29T22:39:05.590Z

Wednesday On the one week when a contractor hears the blessed words 'we'll pay whatever overtime you can do'* I left work early to get to pottery on time.It's half-term.Bollocks.Thursday Having done a bit of overtime I left work earlyish to get to cricket nets (my first attempt at cricket for nearly 20 years - apparently I was a 'really good' batsman. Go me.)It rained after 30 minutes and we had

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-7720821715405710122008-05-27T17:48:00.002Z2008-05-27T17:59:01.478Z

Hmmmmm.Maybe that meeting I had the other week wasn't quite so shit.Hmmm. Mmm. Hmmmm.Hmmm.

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-24948535744735758952008-05-26T18:20:00.002Z2008-05-26T18:36:30.266Z

Last Bank Holiday for ages and I just feel ill for almost all of it *sulks*I did get to sit on the sofa and drink cups of tea though. Floyd likes it when I sit on the sofa as I'm easily accessible for whining about how it's a scandal that I only feed him twice a day. Plus I'm something warm for him to sleep on.Seeing as this weekend's television rated a extremely high 96% on the Tossometer, I

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-26765651984533561892008-05-23T19:23:00.002Z2008-05-23T20:13:48.979Z

Saw this wonderful quote on the BBC website today from the hicksville car salesman giving away a free gun with every used car:He added that the promotion was inspired by recent comments from one of the Democratic nominees for the presidential election, saying: "We did it because of Barack Obama. "He said all those people in the Midwest, you've got to have compassion for them because they're

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-69419680166529142302008-05-22T19:38:00.003Z2008-05-22T20:30:43.556Z

I know you've all probably logged on hoping to read my fascinating views on dwindling resources and the increasing gap between rich and poor in the world - I know I did - but sorry, too busy/tired/unarsed to type it all out. I'll maybe do it this weekend, or alternatively take me to a pub, ask me and sit back and enjoy the rant (add beer for comedic effect).My jam-packed social diary is starting

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-17706366926658328592008-05-20T19:08:00.003Z2008-05-20T20:10:02.640Z

There's a radio advert for Windows Vista that I keep hearing over and over again at the moment. I've handily transcribed it for you: "I'm Amy and I'm a reflexologist. I spent hours designing this perfect flyer and then accidentally over-wrote the copy I wanted. Luckily Windows Vista had saved a shadow copy for me so it wasn't lost, and it even played the perfect track to calm my nerves!"Wow, so

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-25783086976747853022008-05-19T20:40:00.006Z2008-05-19T21:49:40.295Z

Grim, grim, grim. Grey and miserable too.But enough of the weather, my weekend was actually good fun. The friend I was visiting (ooooh, he needs a name. Hmmm. I do believe 'N' isn't taken), N, is a bit stressed so we aimed for maximum chilloutability and minimal doing things.We did however eat a lot of food and I'm now fat(ter) :(Lots and lots of food. N and I did a lot of experimental cooking*

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-3529119919544936362008-05-18T21:04:00.002Z2008-05-18T21:09:39.130Z

Just got back from a weekend in t'north.I have shortsentence-itis.Project Innumerate Pentagon is a go.When I write a very long spec document, anyway :(I am tired.It rained.I saw the film Doomsday.I don't even know who won the FA Cup.I'm going to sleep.Will write up tomorrow.Night.

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-19964333344504113912008-05-15T21:02:00.004Z2008-05-15T22:07:57.890Z

I had a 'meeting' in a coastal (estuaral? Is that a word?) town yesterday morning. This 'meeting' will remain a mystery as I don't know who reads this - and got a mild shock last night to find my Dad reads this. Hi Dad! - plus mysteries are fun.Suffice to say that this 'meeting' was a pile of wank.Anyway, on the hour or so's drive out to this meeting I drove through a wonderful bit of English

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-27027436172097457522008-05-13T18:09:00.008Z2008-11-13T23:43:34.536Z

Up to 30% on GTA4 and I haven't played for two days. I didn't end up getting much sleep on Friday night though :)I have, instead, used my time slightly productively. By finishing my filing.Yes, I know I've mentioned this quite a bit, but to give you some idea of the state it was in - this is ONE THIRD of the paper I've thrown away during the process:I say thrown away, but of course it will be

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-75304706590234661702008-05-09T17:42:00.005Z2008-05-09T18:26:23.933Z

Things I don't understand pt. 1Tits. Or rather, women who have said breasticles wearing something skimpy and bra-less and then bouncing down the road glaring at anyone looking at them. I can't help it - it's in my genes*. I'm supposed to be looking at them. My brain will be having a perfectly normal meander through the dark recesses in my head and then I'll spy some top bollocks approaching me on

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-34728318285967868192008-05-07T20:30:00.004Z2008-05-07T20:55:28.624Z

A couple of questions for you, my loyal and dearest friends (and those of you that read this on the internet ;-P )....I feel there are three types of people - those that always find the good in any situation and are pretty much always happy, those that are in the main neutral - happy about some things, unhappy about others but when the things that make them unhappy change to what they'd like them

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-85332402640667668042008-05-05T14:12:00.003Z2008-05-05T21:43:40.385Z

This may seem like a complete surprise, a bit 'wooooooah, left field there mate!', but actually I'm not a super-organised person.In fact, it would be fair to say my world is a little bit of chaos neatly wrapped in tornado of missed deadlines and last-minute fire fighting. And I'm not even talking about my personal life - that's even worse.[As an aside, the member of the festival catering crew

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-8675452290668216912008-05-02T11:29:00.005Z2008-05-02T18:41:05.708Z

I've been off work ill for the last couple of days (some sort of nasty stomach bug that is 'going around apparently'*) and while I'm at work now I feel like keeling over at any moment. Too expensive not to turn up though :(On a positive note however, the following song has been in my head for years and years as a kind of folk-memory (in that I can remember it, remember liking it but could never

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-43748643780822851292008-04-30T18:03:00.003Z2008-04-30T18:05:23.977Z

You may have noticed one or two changes about the place (some more to follow later it seems).Many thanks to Ste for his frankly awesome design. Look, it's got golden acorns and everything :)

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-45348263927640781742008-04-29T09:39:00.003Z2008-11-13T23:43:35.133Z

Found the post, woo-hoo! :)What an amazingly packed weekend that was!A shockingly early start on Saturday (well, 9am on a weekend is the crack of dawn for me) was wiped out by a jack-knifed lorry on the M4 - which meant I missed the pre-game pint (of Diet Coke) with the boys from the internet* that had sorted me out a ticket for the Spurs v Bolton match.We missed the first five minutes due to

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-35024933420112638112008-04-28T19:25:00.002Z2008-11-13T23:43:35.471Z

Gah. I wrote a highly amusing and articulate post today and emailed it from work.It hasn't arrived as of yet.So I'll probably have to complete it tomorrow.Please come back then.

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-58667605818611895522008-04-25T10:37:00.003Z2008-04-25T10:53:19.996Z

Talking of songs going round and round my head (as I was yesterday), today I have this repeating itself. Catchy as a catchy thing made of little hooks. Caught in a net.Yeah.I dreamt last night of a nice cold bottle of beer - and then just as I went to swig it I remembered that I'm not supposed to be drinking. Sober even in my dreams. I'm so rock'n'roll*And while we're on music, to my eternal

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-69207024634490720012008-04-24T10:03:00.012Z2008-04-24T18:08:48.945Z

I wanna feel like Barbarella,but I'm just Planet Of The Apes*Teachers are the bestestests people in the world. Because of some whinge about pay (blah blah, you've got a job for life - or at least until you don't keep your hands off the twelve year olds - in an area you chose to work in and you're complaining about a pay rise? A pay rise that's in line with inflation I may add. But no, 2.45% is

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-15166377351142511122008-04-22T19:18:00.003Z2008-04-22T19:40:12.649Z

Note to self:If you are unsure about playing 5-a-side after work because the ankle you royally fucked the previous week still hurts, then don't. This will save you from:a) making you ankle hurt even more andb) getting accidentally punched in the mouth while trying to tackle and split your lip in three places.To quote Ben Stiller in Dodgeball - "No-one makes me bleed my own blood!"Being the

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-80435718508028829572008-04-21T19:56:00.003Z2008-04-21T19:58:31.934Z

Is there anything more unpleasant than walking to work in the rain and stepping on a perfectly normal looking paving stone - only to have it rear up, slosh muddy, cold water all over one shoe and leg, then run down and slosh muddy, cold water all over the other shoe and leg?I think not.

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-36806744818836379872008-04-19T21:32:00.002Z2008-04-19T21:44:04.072Z

Hours spent today sorting and filing paperwork*: 5Hours spent today burning sensitive paperwork**: 2I've got a good 3 or 4 days worth of filing to go too :(* this 'keep all paperwork for six years' thing is awesome. Being now in my 8th year of trading it means that should anything naughty, incompetent or illegal have happened in years One and Two (not that it would or anything, what with me

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-84699486935224901482008-04-18T23:36:00.002Z2008-04-18T23:44:26.506Z

I just saw an old stand-up routine by a comedian called Frankie Boyle (here he is in all his gingerness): He opened his act with the following gag:-"Do you remember years ago when they were making Braveheart and everyone said 'Oh it's ridiculous Mel Gibson playing a scottish guy, that's not going to be very convincing!'And look at him now..........an alcoholic racist."Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-6503096249481799202008-04-17T17:53:00.005Z2008-11-13T23:43:35.940Z

This isn't the greatest blog post in the world, this is just a tribute....Anyway, pointless musical references aside, it's been a few days since I last posted because I've taken some time to think about things. That probably sounds ominously serious but in this instance I don't think it is.I don't often get very heavy on this blog so please excuse my small excursion to 'Hmmmmmm-land' just this

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-29991607576130807222008-04-10T22:34:00.002Z2008-04-10T22:49:29.021Z

This wasn't the serious post I was going to make, but who cares....I have lots of faults, I readily recognise them on a daily basis. In fact, I'm second only to my sister in being my harshest critic.Because of that I can (and very often do) find fault in others. I mean, judge everyone equally right? If I can be honest about my own faults why should I ignore and cover up those of others?I think,

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-41557752930159014832008-04-09T20:43:00.003Z2008-11-13T23:43:36.180Z

Just been working again most of the night in my new office (I say 'office', it's my spare room with a new desk and chair - and 8 tonnes of assorted (read, unsorted) paperwork dotting the floor) so I'm too knackered to write anything serious.It probably made more sense in my head anyway.That last sentence just described my entire life :(Anyway, the following picture is why I'm an utter genius: Yes

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-24756656270459264782008-04-08T21:47:00.003Z2008-04-08T21:50:03.558Z

I had a post of posts for tonight.A post to make you weep tears of blog-joy.An epoch-making post about life, perfection, achievement, disappointment and hope.But I'm really tired so I'll have to do it tomorrow when I'll forget most of what I wanted to write and it'll be shite.Ah well.

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-1176714050430300682008-04-07T18:07:00.002Z2008-04-07T19:14:07.320Z

Revelation of the week:In fact, my life has been pretty much of a nothing for quite a while now and my high level of nearly daily drinking was purely a mask to fill in the gaps and to stop my brain working. I think the biggest benefit of not drinking is that I'm being forced to *do* things to fill my evenings rather than come home with a six-pack (or *ahem* 2). We shall see what the year ahead

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-58293212648107759112008-04-02T21:34:00.005Z2008-11-13T23:43:36.796Z

Avon Fire & Rescue Service has a hovercraft. Look:It's for the mudflats in the Bristol channel. They spent £90,000 on it. Good-o.Why then is it sitting on a car trailer IN THE MIDDLE OF FECKING BRISTOL? The coast is miles away. Miles and miles. It'd take at least an hour to deploy, so why not store it by the coast? Or is that too radical? Weirdos.... :-S(I know this because I currently work next

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-62835767070515145642008-03-31T21:14:00.003Z2008-03-31T21:41:43.356Z

Bored, bored, fucking bored, bored, bored.Bored.We've now been told that we can't continue with development because nothing has been tested. Yet they won't commence testing. Tis rather frustrating.Words* used today to the delight of my co-workers:CoruscatingConfuscatingFlocculationThis pub quiz is going to be a cakewalk.....Time for our favourite storyteller with the patience of a saint......

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-67053169592148706052008-03-30T17:48:00.003Z2008-11-13T23:43:37.076Z

I have to say, Kevin Spacey and Jeff Goldblum were excellent last night. It was written by the same guy who did Glengarry Glen Ross and has similar overtones (including some very funny lines).Plus it has this young lady in it:Hubba hubba.I recommend going to see it should you ever be in the vicinity of the Old Vic in London :)On Friday we had a meeting with our new testing analyst (aka Fat Boy,

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-35165533825553764082008-03-28T14:41:00.000Z2008-03-28T14:44:17.290Z

Happy Birthday to me!Off to London tomorrow to see a play for my birthday 'treat'. I'm officially old....

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-39256305565054577852008-03-26T21:07:00.002Z2008-03-26T21:42:57.809Z

Task:Click on the 'Show All Comments' button.Expected Result:All Comments are shown.Task:Repeat while holding the Ctrl key down.Expected Result:Nothing.Task:Repeat while holding Shift key down.Expected Result:Nothing.Task:Repeat while holding the Alt key down.Expected Result:Nothing.Task:Repeat while furiously knocking one out to the mental image of Danii Minogue licking maple syrup out of your

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-62490676304581457982008-03-25T20:20:00.002Z2008-03-25T20:42:18.098Z

This week all I'm going to be doing is writing test scripts.'Press button A. Did it beep? Press button B. Did it beep twice? Press button A & B together. Did it beep once slowly and once quickly?'For. Four. Days.Kill me now... :(Harrumph. Anyway, more Ninestein stories, MORE!!!!!!_____________________________________________________________________When we lived near Cannes I used to just doss

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-91012116726036430552008-03-24T18:06:00.004Z2008-11-13T23:43:37.550Z

I spent the weekend in London (watching Spurs beat Portsmouth, going for a few drinks afterwards with yet more people from the internet - and getting a history doctorate on board for our pub quiz team the next time I'm in Oxford - and catching up with one of my cousins and her long-term bloke) having a great time.And it snowed :)I did, however, do a rather retarded thing on the way back. I wanted

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-10899979580163706362008-03-20T21:20:00.002Z2008-03-20T22:20:18.172Z

It's fooking freezing tonight. It's nearly April! It's supposed to be raining, not icy. It's global warming I tells thee *shakes fist at the sky*So I froze my nuts off on the walk back from work (broken only for a quick drink - orange juice of course, 80 days sober and still going strong - with the people from work. Quite a few of the girls were out but I just didn't feel like being particularly

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-1669146443677586552008-03-19T19:06:00.002Z2008-03-19T19:41:44.748Z

More Ninestein stories!!!!______________________________________________________________Paedophile incident.When we first got together my sister and her hung around a lot. Anyway this one evening my sister mentioned that I used to set fire to stuff all the time when I was a kid, and that I was a right little pyromaniac.About a month later I landed a great job, a few weeks go by and she's met a

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-68250902677111416042008-03-18T20:00:00.002Z2008-03-18T20:37:17.465Z

Work has been pretty full-on the last week and a bit (not helped by coming down with a cold on Sunday) so nothing much has happened in, like, real-life recently.In the sometimes-it-feels-just-as-real life of t'internet I have been greatly amused, shocked and taken aback by a series of stories by a fellow forummer on football365 concerning his wife. It all started in a thread about 'Crazy

Red Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04678400607653911813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691659.post-66939351824024232292008-03-14T21:31:00.002Z2008-03-14T21:50:00.553Z

Note to self:Wait until you're in the cafe before recounting the story of why you're late for work (see yesterday's post). Don't do so while walking along the corridor of an open plan office.It seems that some people were 'unimpressed' by me quietly telling my co-workers that a 'bird' called 'Dawn', who was 'black' had 'shat all over the sofa' the previous night.Once it was explained I think I'm

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The best alarm clock in the world is a bird, a blackbird to be precise. I say 'best' in terms of waking me up, in terms of nice ways to wake up then it's more like the 'worst'.Picture the scene. It's about 6am and I'm in bed fast asleep. I'm a bit of a 9-hours-sleep-minimum person and with my sleep patterns royally screwed up since starting this new contract I'm getting 6 maybe 7 hours a night.

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While walking back up the Christmas Steps* tonight I was asked to direct two large football fans (presumably to watch the Liverpool match this evening) to the 'Beefeater' in town. I wracked my brain to remember where it was and directed the pleasant chaps via the quickest route.It wasn't until I got home that I realised that the Christmas Steps aren't quite where I thought they were, and I'd sent

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My Dad spent Friday in hospital getting lumps removed from both feet. He seems remarkably unconcerned about it (or the pending biopsy results) so I shall follow his lead.In fact, he was most concerned that being unable to walk meant that he would therefore miss the Spurs home match against West Ham. Upon hearing this, and being the dutiful son that I am, I promptly drove to London on Sunday and

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I'm not in the slightest making the following out as an amusing matter, but this week a man was found guilty of murdering a woman on a first date.His defence was (and no, I'm not making this up, you can read up on it here) that he went on a date with the 32 year old woman, but took a knife with him as he 'felt suicidal' and may want to commit suicide (seriously, on a date for fucks sake?!?). At

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It appears this is my 300th post. Good god. I hereby award any regular reader with the Iron Cross of Infinite Patience....It was Mother's Day yesterday. Here follows (verbatim) the email conversation with mine:Thu 28/02/2008 16:12Will I be seeing you sometime over the weekendThu 28/02/2008 18:20I’ve got visitors this weekend – is anything up? [I knew full well it was Mother's Day - I don't get on

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I've just got back from the football. Not following my team of course - not my world-class, Carling Cup winning team - but my local team.Well one of my local teams. The one that isn't quite as local as the other one. The one that is, in fact, challenging for first place in their division (glory hunter moi?)Yes, I went to see Bristol City play at home. Bristol City, despite having only got

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