There are a trillion men/kids hanging around PC World, Game and Dixons waiting for the Nintendo Wii games console
Whilst waiting in the queue at Starbucks/Nero/Pret people complain about the cold weather AND wish for snow
Every knacker wears a Santa's outfit
Shops play The Pogues song!
The neighbours refuse to leave a brick undecorated
I wear my pink suede boots with fur trim and everybody comments on how festive I am, ignoring the obvious fact that my boots are pink NOT red
Guys (in an attempt to get lucky) fasten mistletoe tightly around their forehead
People are expected to remain in a drunk state every waking hour
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
168 hrs with the flu...
A storm of germs swept me away into a hellish state known as the flu. It has taken 7 whole days to recover (with the aid of day and night nurse). I am quite sure (and friends would agree) that the loss of appetite has led to a reduction in body weight.
Since I was unable to do much else other than laze around, I finally decided to read some essays written by Dr Victor Frankl. He discusses the torment he experienced in a camp during the Second World War. What sets this read apart from other autobiographical essays and books is that it is not written like a story - he analyses his experience from a psychological and scientific point of view. I still have a bit more to read, but I can definitely see the correlation between his essays and the making of Covey's habits (another book to finish!). Which reminds me, has anybody read Sean Covey's book? I think that would be a treat to read...
As I was ploughing through more books, I came across The Game by Neill Strauss, which I bought about a year ago. Now that is a funny read. It sets out to help an average frustrated chump pick up girls. Why did I buy it then? I first heard about this book whilst I was in New York, in the company of a particular person (who will remain as an unidentified object) and I did not take much notice. Then when I arrived back into the UK, I innocently overheard somebody else talking about it in Starbucks. So my eager self could not wait to burn 20 quid to get it. So I read it and actually started to think like a man! Maybe Strauss wrote it in a way to incorporate an element of Neuro Linguistic Programming? Who knows but I guess some of the stuff in there could actually work, that is, if the girl hasn't read it too ; )
I have yet to finish that book. A page remains folded about half way through maybe because I was afraid of turning into a man-minder, or I landed a job!
Since I was unable to do much else other than laze around, I finally decided to read some essays written by Dr Victor Frankl. He discusses the torment he experienced in a camp during the Second World War. What sets this read apart from other autobiographical essays and books is that it is not written like a story - he analyses his experience from a psychological and scientific point of view. I still have a bit more to read, but I can definitely see the correlation between his essays and the making of Covey's habits (another book to finish!). Which reminds me, has anybody read Sean Covey's book? I think that would be a treat to read...
As I was ploughing through more books, I came across The Game by Neill Strauss, which I bought about a year ago. Now that is a funny read. It sets out to help an average frustrated chump pick up girls. Why did I buy it then? I first heard about this book whilst I was in New York, in the company of a particular person (who will remain as an unidentified object) and I did not take much notice. Then when I arrived back into the UK, I innocently overheard somebody else talking about it in Starbucks. So my eager self could not wait to burn 20 quid to get it. So I read it and actually started to think like a man! Maybe Strauss wrote it in a way to incorporate an element of Neuro Linguistic Programming? Who knows but I guess some of the stuff in there could actually work, that is, if the girl hasn't read it too ; )
I have yet to finish that book. A page remains folded about half way through maybe because I was afraid of turning into a man-minder, or I landed a job!
Friday, December 01, 2006
The rest of my birthday
Featuring...
Mindi-licious (Naturally)
Beryl Brownie (Denise)
Luscious Lady (Levke)
WTF (Carol)
Paresh : )
Hummus bi tahina (Sooki Dooki)
Babaganoush (Bobby Sanchez) - Pls click to see the Babaganoush
Aajjagavinderpreetpal (I think)
Phorcious Phillipa (Phil)
Alex The Great
Clari - The Lasagne Maker
Gimp (Arfan)
XXX Emma XXX
~Kaily~
Dave ; )
The Groover
Le Matt
Krazy Egg Kev
We started out in 38 after work, where a moody 'les' works. Ended up in Brodie's... exposed some wacky dance moves including: the infamous Airplane dance, Beg on ze knees, Running Bi man, Bhangra (had to be there), sizzlin salsa, and a few lame attempts at a robot dance, oh yeah and obviously hipsters from Shakira.
Strutted and stumbled off back home, after Alex The Great's ridiculous attmepts at breaking and entering the Canary Wharf Ice Rink....
Arrived home to find the Gimp in my bed screaming out 'Don't look, im nearly naked' ... Great one! I was actually supposed to sleep in Beryl Brownies room, but I was locked out, Great one! So I had to return to the Gimp. I was soooooo trying to sleep, but the Gimp just could not stop the old snoring act!
Mindi-licious (Naturally)
Beryl Brownie (Denise)
Luscious Lady (Levke)
WTF (Carol)
Paresh : )
Hummus bi tahina (Sooki Dooki)
Babaganoush (Bobby Sanchez) - Pls click to see the Babaganoush
Aajjagavinderpreetpal (I think)
Phorcious Phillipa (Phil)
Alex The Great
Clari - The Lasagne Maker
Gimp (Arfan)
XXX Emma XXX
~Kaily~
Dave ; )
The Groover
Le Matt
Krazy Egg Kev
We started out in 38 after work, where a moody 'les' works. Ended up in Brodie's... exposed some wacky dance moves including: the infamous Airplane dance, Beg on ze knees, Running Bi man, Bhangra (had to be there), sizzlin salsa, and a few lame attempts at a robot dance, oh yeah and obviously hipsters from Shakira.
Strutted and stumbled off back home, after Alex The Great's ridiculous attmepts at breaking and entering the Canary Wharf Ice Rink....
Arrived home to find the Gimp in my bed screaming out 'Don't look, im nearly naked' ... Great one! I was actually supposed to sleep in Beryl Brownies room, but I was locked out, Great one! So I had to return to the Gimp. I was soooooo trying to sleep, but the Gimp just could not stop the old snoring act!
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