there is a button in the back of my head, begging to be pressed.... haven't really pushed it yet, but it's always tempting....

(I'm ok really, just needed to say it)

My life.....

Li2C03 + EtOH = My Life

If this is what normal life feels like, I feel sorry for you all.

From XKCD...

More Fight Club....

How I'm going to be spending next Saturday....

arse....

damn... am finally a facebook whore...
too late to be trendy, too early to be retro-chic

Fight club

How I spent my sunday morning....
First a live cane fight (with a real stick, and more padding)... I'm the clown in the blue...

Then a couple of regular padded stick fights... (theoretically less painful, still equally tyring)











Interspersed with bouts of quiet sweating... (Flattering photos by Mary)

Things I've learned recently...

1. I don't have a tin opener
2. It is possible to open a can with an old knife (place point near the edge of the lid, hit handle hard with palm of hand to make a small cut in the lid, repeay in rough circle).
3. I can still make homous

Stupidest thing I've done for a while.....

Just accidentally washed my mobile phone (left in jeans pocket).... don't worry, I tumble dried it as well.... (didn't realise until later).
Net result: my tumble drier can remove the back, battery and SIM card from my phone... when re-assembled it still works!!! (although the screen light doesn't and it smells faintly of fabric softner). am off to buy a new one (at least I have a good excuse now)

senility is a terrible thing....
....or in the words of a great scientific quote "The subtle irony of neurotoxins like acrylamide is that you're the last one to realise you should have worn gloves."

universal nationalism...

Just watching BBC news, and I noticed that the flag for the Lega Nord (Italian fascist party) is basically the English St George flag with a sword wielding dude on it... I've always associated the English flag with drunk, aggressive football fans and the BNP (British Nazi Party).

At least I'm not the only one now...

The world is fucked....

If you are an evil dictator (as so many of my readers are), you can relax and go back to sleep. It doesn't matter what you do to your country, as long as you don't produce oil or nuclear weapons the rest of the world doesn't give a shit. Do what ever you like, rig the elections as blatantly as you want, starve your people once their houses have washed away, you won't get anything more than polite but firm warnings from the rest of the world. Ok, so you might not be invited to the next commonwealth games, but as long as you think your regime can deal with this powerful challenge to its power, relax... go back to bad.

No Oil, No Nukes, No Hassle

god, humanity depresses me.

Furniture lust....

From here...

Monday...

Tumble outta bed
And stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawnin, stretchin, try to come to life....

Another night on the internet....

mood music....

Found this song on my iPod today... kind of sums up my mood, the music video does even more....



(It's Kate Moss in the video, and the original song was by Dusty Springfield.

Life is beautiful and cruel.....

Life is beautiful, because sometimes you're sitting on the bus and the most hypnotically beautiful woman sits next to you.... and cruel, because that is invariably on the way home from training and you're sweaty as hell and smell like a corpse....

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