Monday, November 29, 2004

Match of the Day

Watching Match of the Day on Saturday, there was the exciting spectacle of Bolton's Diouf spitting at the Portsmouth centre-back. The commentators and experts were all in agreement: they'd all far rather be punched in the face than spat at. Next time you see Alan Shearer, remember this.

Sunday, November 28, 2004


Personally, I think all the trouble in Ukraine was inevitable. In a presidential election, surely there can only be one Viktor...

Friday, November 26, 2004

Hair & Named For

Two things that at first will appear unrelated:

Hair - I cut my housemate's hair last night, as he was starting to look
a touch mulletty. The power you have in your hands is frightening, like
being a brain surgeon, but with the power of ridicule/coolness rather
than life/death. I was going to leave him with a rat's tail at the
back, but as I cut his ear while doing it, I thought it'd be too much.
Next time, maybe.

Named-For: Arrgh. I hate it when people write 'named for' instead of
'named after'. There's only one person in Britain who regularly does
this. Kitty Empire of The Observer, hang your head in shame. I don't
even know if it's technically wrong, American, annoys me, or all three.
Two minutes on Google, and Wikipedia have made me none
the wiser.

Hmm, turns out they were unrelated. Hey!

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Self-Indulgent Second Post

I've just eaten a pizza in the office. Yum.

Historic First Post

Here is my historic first post. For those stumbling accidentally on this blog, it represents the traditional vague, undirected rambling common to all bloggers. Yay.

Anyway, as a lacklustre public servant working for A Prestigious London University, I have unfettered web access, time on my hands and frustrations to work out. Take that, productivity!