I was stood in a queue this afternoon, of about six people, at the cashpoint outside our local supermarket.
There were actually two cashpoints there, but one of them was out of order.
A car pulled up close by and a young chap got out and joined the queue behind me.
After about thirty seconds his girlfriend shouted [...]

… is shit, isn’t it?
I’ve always denounced the genre as pretentious twaddle. Today, as I’m working only 5 minutes from the Tate Modern, I thought I’d pop in during an extended lunch-break, and prove myself right. Or wrong.
Of course, I know that just like with everything else, it’s a case of horses, for courses; what’s [...]

Actually, it isn’t, it’s ‘kin huge, but I use the phrase here in its Ain’t That An Amazing Coincidence manner.
A few weeks ago, I was at a Tax For Thickies workshop - I think I mentioned it here. As per usual with these sort of things, we did the around-the-table introductory thing. The chap [...]

Arrr… yesterday be International Talk Like A Pirate Day. And I missed it. Again.
So, I give you my bestest pirate joke today instead:
Why are pirates called pirates?
Because they arrrrr.
*I’ll get me plank*

… can’t live with ‘em, can’t bury ‘em under the patio.
Mrs Masher and I were talking this evening. Well, I was. She was being unusually quiet.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and have a sleep” I suggested.
“I’ve tried”, she said. “I can’t sleep. I feel all stressed.”
“Stressed? What’s stressing you?” I asked.
“Oh nothing,” she said, shrugging [...]

On the train today, there was a lady seated opposite me. She had a big nose.
The all-too-common white headphones dangling from her ears, led to an iPod resting upon her handbag, which in turn rested upon her knees. Sleek and shiny and black (the iPod, not the handbag… that was pink), she fiddled and played [...]

… Mondays.
Today I have mostly been working down that London again.
The train journey took on a new dimension: I thought it was packed last month. Today it was ridiculously so. The difference: last month the schools were on end of term break. Surprising how much difference it makes. There were even school children on the [...]

My little girl has learnt that just three little words can help keep her in mummy and daddy’s good books.
Three little words, that I’m sure she will use many, many times, right up into her teens, to get herself out of trouble.
“Harry did it.”

Sorry about the dearth of posts, but I’ve been busy, see.
This week, I have mostly been going to college and studying for the IEE 16th Edition Wiring Regulations: a compulsary qualification for all electricians in the UK.
I’m pleased to say that I passed the examination OK.
Not that I can now class myself as an electrician… [...]

I spent this morning at the local Inland Revenue office, attending the first of two Tax for the Self Employed “workshops”.
There were eight of us there, all going it alone: myself; an electronics design engineer; two photographers; a dog walker; a courier driver and two gay blokes who wanted to open a shop.
Many of them, [...]

Last night I went out for a drink and a meal with a few of my old BT chums.
It was this: excellent.
You know those evenings where you have just the right people, in the right frame of mind, and a few beers, and the whole night just gels together nicely? Much merriment was had by [...]

Je suis retourné de mes vacances - or words to that effect.
Also: zut alors!; sacre bleu; camembert and other things froggy.
France was great and we had a fantastic time. Didn’t want to come home.
I’ll admit that I wasn’t sure if I fancied France as a holiday destination - alright for a booze cruise, but would [...]