It isn’t every day that a dried crab in a jaunty Santa hat looks down at one as one eats. It also is not every day that one gets the chance to make pilgrimage to a place that will, one day, be hallowed ground, fer shur. Let me explain.
It isn’t every day that a dried crab in a jaunty Santa hat looks down at one as one eats. It also is not every day that one gets the chance to make pilgrimage to a place that will, one day, be hallowed ground, fer shur. Let me explain.
Blast! I can’t find the cartoon from a December New Yorker, which in which a woman reminds a man. “Of course nobody reads your blog. It’s about you.” I need it for this post. No matter.
It is strangely addictive having a simple stats package like SlimStat or Feedburner. Not just to see how man...
I have no idea who either John de Mayo or Josh Stomel are, and frankly I don't care. But I think people ought to know about plagiarists. That Josh Stomel ripped off John de Mayo (and many others) thus becomes worth linking to.
Friends Reunited used to be a rather good little web site. It let you put up your own details and search for all those other snots you were at school with and see how their lives had turned out so much better than your own. Or not. If you got a message from someone, you could ignore it or choose to...
The web site of the BBC is the miracle of the internet age. ’Nuff said. But it is also damnably infuriating. Especially Listen again.
There I am, loudly enjoying the wonderful Dr Kershaw’s programme, nearing the end of another two hours of exceedingly fine music, when the connection fails. At...
