Monthly Archives: February 2014

Dishwasher

I learnt something new this evening. My nine year-old dishwasher has little slots for wine glasses. That’s ingenious.

It’s a bit embarrassing that I didn’t know this before today though.

4G

My first 4G signal …

North Street Bar

My second in command and I discovered a bar with potential a year and a bit ago. In reality, it was a bit of a gamble since we were the only people in there that night. Apart from the barman. But we knew that one day it’d be great.

And now it is. Erdinger too.

North Street

We is here this evening.

Angela

The woman roughly in the middle of the picture is Angela. Otherwise known as ill mannered, opinionated, self centred obnoxious bitch.

I’m not exaggerating. The woman managed to piss off a lot of people on an overly full train this afternoon. Myself included.

Meat, murder and stuff

I just had a massive disagreement with my second in command. About the consumption of defenceless creatures. I have to confess that my views on such issues have gotten stronger in recent times, but I feel so guilty that I’d not expressed my views very well over the past couple of decades. Three decades.

At the end of the day, I’m right. I know it. I’m proud of my stance.

It’s fucking wrong to kill something to eat it when we don’t need to.

And if it’s not wrong (public opinion) I’ll go back to my old argument, why don’t we eat kittens? Full stop.

Bike

I’ve decided that, since I’ve barely ridden the bike I bought nine months ago, I should part company with it. I do have feelings of sadness, but the chainstay’s a weird shape and it bugs me.