Competition time

Silver catsuit* to the first person who can spot the link between the following ridiculous phrases:

"You're up at John O'Groats, I'm down at Lands End"

"It would appear that male pattern baldness has set in at an alarming pace"

"She said have you got a match, I said yes - my cock and farmer giles' prizewinning marrow"

"I've never seen a bale of hay move so fast, she was a bona fide forking genius"

"Hoots, I cannae get back tae me hoos in bonny Scotland"


* while stocks last.

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Inspired by Rob's proper blogging, can I also add that I spent last weekend in Paris where it snowed and snowed and snowed and snowed and everything looked beautiful. We saw several museums, ate some fine food and spent hours chatting to some cool French indie boys in a bar in Pigalle. In the office, two of the three people whose jobs I've been covering over the past few weeks are now back, so I'm no longer as rushed off my feet and can join Rob in a two-man mission to keep the blog alive!

Oh and to whom it may concern, I'll be back in Medway on the 10th (and possibly the 9th) so if you're around let me know. After hearing all about the joyful time Stu had in Colchester (which I'm sure he'll go into at great depth on the blog soon), I can't wait to see the Gills in action again.........

First week down.

The blog is getting a bit turgid, so I thought I'd try to get things moving again after Joe's sterling efforts. Not that I've much to report other than my first week in the new job has been great and I'm really excited about my job for the first time in ages. Also, this weekend is Dave & my tenth aniversary. Not that we're really paying it much heed - we had to check the date with some mates.

News that my interest Keef - Rowena, who you met in the second year at Worcester, has started her own blog here. She's now living with her Canadian husband in New Brunswick. I gather it's pretty cold...

Where's Jim gone? What's going on in San Fran? Fill us in, Jimbo!

And go see "The Beat That My Heart Skipped (De Battre mon coeur s'est arrete)" if you can , it's the best movie I've seen in years. Romain Duris is the French Gary Oldman.

Everything changes...

How annoying was Robbie on that Take That documentary? It's going to make you another bucketload of cash, you could at least bother turning up you eejit.

Anyway, I'm starting my new job on Monday, so I'll send out my new details as soon as I have them. I'm keeping the mobile though, so that number won't change. Just don't expect a prompt response from my usual email address!

The plus side, for those London based folks, is that I'll be nestled cosily in Covent Garden so meeting up in evenings for drinks / gigs etc should be easier. I'll probably be working longer hours though.

I've been preparing for my re-entry into the world of working for someone else by listening to this almost non stop for the last two days:


Now I want to smash the system from the inside!

Keeping up the theme suggested in the title of this post, I went to Selectadisc yesterday and they gave me my stuff in a SisterRay bag - it's the end of an era!

Oh, and finally - the Jarvis Cocker songs on the Harry Potter soundtrack are pretty funny, in particular "Do the Hippogriff", which contains such classic Cocker lines as "I spin around like a crazy elf, dancing by himself!".

Time to dig out my t-shirt........

"It is going to be massive."

Viva viva

I've just found out that the theme for my work Christmas party is Las Vegas. I need suggestions as what to go as, preferably something that sets me apart from the various Rat Packers and Elvises (Elvii?) - anyone got any good ideas? My immediate thought is to go as one of these chaps, but I'm not sure I've got long enough to procure and train a Siberian White*.



















* although being ripped apart by my Tiger would obviously make me even closer to the real thing.....

Bluebird bitch (slight return)

Spotted at the King Creosote / Jose Gonzalez gig at Finchley Artsdepot last night: Dougie from McFly, a.k.a 'the cool-looking one'. He was queuing for the bar - I did not see his dick, Tom or Harry.

Seeing him almost made it worth the TWENTY-FOUR station tube journey to get home, with nothing but a few discarded newspapers for entertainment. I was this close (*pinches forefinger and thumb together*) to finally giving into my maths-geek past and doing a Su Doku puzzle.

UPDATE: I'm hanging my pop-head in disgrace - it was actually Danny.

Just sharin' the love...

MR. DOBALINA, MR. BOB DOBALINA!

It's been stuck in my head all day, so I thought I'd pass it on, Ringu style. Enjoy!