Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on February 10th, 2007 at round about 1:42 am
Actually, it’s called Valentine Crush but I’ve been playing it solidly for an hour (and for chunks of time before that) and my eyes are playing tricks on me and the hearts now look more like men’s trolleys than anything else.
Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on February 9th, 2007 at round about 19:56 pm
I just spent 10 minutes or so completing a survey on current music trends (and I didn’t mention Cilla Black once!) in the vain hope of being in the draw to win an iRiver only to get to the end and realise that not once did I get asked for an email address or any means of notifying me when if I win. Harrumph.
The survey is being run by My Voice for Channel 4 Radio. The hyperlink in the publicity email that led me there does contain a long string of letters and digits, but since that was three lines long and no longer worked as a hyperlink, I used the alternative link. Maybe the identifier is in the unclickable link. Time to go cook supper then.
Customer, trying to use his debit card: I gotta push “English”? “Spanish” shouldn’t be an option. If they can’t speak no English, they ain’t got no business being here. Where’s the “yes” button at?
They also answer that age-old question “who’d win a fight between a middle-aged ex-athlete with a few months of kendo training and a ninja who’s just lost an arm and leg”?
Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on February 3rd, 2007 at round about 0:30 am
Pun intended.
I’ve been sat here in front of the screen, finding it hard to deal with the bitter taste of rejection. Bowled over and grateful to the Stock Xchng community for sharing an unending supply of wonderful photos for banners, designs, cd covers, I suddenly got the idea to contribute a few photos. Not that they’re particularly good but might have been useful to someone writing about baking cakes or puddings. Or eggs. Continue reading I am such a pudding