Mum, have you paid for the journey to Mauritius yet? No, no I haven’t paid for that. Because, I think I don’t want to go anymore. Just as well, really. Night night. Night night, mum.
At the weekend, while Karen was hard at work, Bernard and I went on a bit of a castle spree. I say spree, I’m not sure if two counts as a spree, but hey ho. The two could not have … Continue reading
Our Dr Pockless has the right idea: trams! And we’re all going on our very own Uborka Cocktail Tram. Everyone’s queuing up in the rain wearing our best little cocktail dresses and trying to keep our feet dry. We can … Continue reading
Harking back to Monday, I’ve been driving around all week longing wistfully for a hovercar, and wondering how we would manage not to crash into each other. Today’s cocktail theme is future transport, in whatever way you will.
Are you living in the same place as in 2004/05? Yes and no – 2005 was the year I moved to my current house with my other half, the ever-laidback @winnits, and our resident winged menaces. I am, though, still … Continue reading
Today’s gathering has many virtual layers. Imagine a large faceless corporate hotel hosting many conferences, each one more tedious and pointless than the last. Some of us attend for fame and fortune, but mostly we have to go because of … Continue reading
This weekend is NCT’s annual conference, at which I am running a very dull workshop. So the bar this weekend is in a conference centre, and you can all choose what sort of conference you are at.
Are you living in the same place as in 2004/05? No, I was living in south Manchester back then but have since moved to south London. Never thought I’d like living in the capital, but this big beautiful city has … Continue reading