Wednesday, February 28, 2007


a sightly obnoxious child just spat on me!!!
(by mistake but not quite)

Friday, February 23, 2007


Because 6am is the new 11am.

Because I was quite hungry when I arrived at work this morning.

Because there are many wonderful reasons to work in an elementary school.

Because one of them is a sometimes endless supply of corn muffins and cookies delivered by hand to your desk by small, smiling children.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007


I know I'm behind the times ( in fact as any one who knows me will relate, I still think it's 1962).
But along with the baby we got ourselves that dvr thingy! Yeah!! TV revolution here we come!

Friday, February 16, 2007


FA Cup 5th Round.

City v Chelsea.

Championship also rans v Premiership champions twice in a row, glory billionaires of world footy.

I doubt it'll be pretty but it might just be interesting.

Then again.

We're gonna get shat on.

Field trip

Over the Verrazano Narrows to Staten Island.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Cup run?

Can it be true? Are we to entertain the possibility of a giant killing?

Norfolk Dumpling seems to think it might happen.

My phone rang with the NYCanaries on the other end. They are watching it in a bar on Saturday. I'll find it on the telly somewhere. America's obsession with Chelsea is proving quite useful.
Also, the bloke who works in my deli is a Yemenite Chelsea fan, we have drunk chats sometimes (when I'm drunk that is).

FA Cup Fifth Round.Chelsea v Norwich 15.00 GMT Saturday.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007


I have snow whistling in through the air conditioner unit behind my desk.
I am being given, quite literally, the cold shoulder.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Because I found out some stuff and felt betrayed (Happy Birthday Mr Lincoln).

I just found out that LBJ was not 6'4" but was in fact 6'3".
I have spent the last 10 years pretending to be LBJ.
America, Can you forgive me?

Thanks to Listmaker for the pic.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Book Learning #31

Mr Nice. An Autobiography. By Howard Marks.

Upon the birth of Henry I was advised by my brother to get into some good airport reading. He told me that I wouldn't get much time or energy for anything too taxing or too interesting. He was mostly right.
I'd seen my mum read this a few years ago, It was very much a must read for the New Lad brigade back in the UK in the Nineties.
Alright, I'll give it a try.

Marks can tell a good story and he's clearly an intelligent guy. The drawback occurs when it soon becomes obvious that it's variations on the same story over a number of years. I'm also such a book-slut that if the book doesn't hold me well enough me from start to finish I'm soon pondering my next read.
An entertaining read, I guess that's why so many stoners have managed to plough through it. A romantic read with a bunch of fascinating underworld characters getting into scrapes involving the smuggling of massive ammounts of marajuana and hash around the world.

And nobody really got hurt.


I wonder about that. This isn't the place for my views on drugs but Marks does a superb job on glossing over his criminal activities. For him it's a life's adventure in a foggy cloud of false passports and close calls with The Man.

By the end I was getting quite excited about his ineviatble 'bust'.
By the end it was rather like listening to that lovable yet repetitive stoner friend who cannot quite remember the punchline to the story they were telling you.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007


I've been making the mistake of trying to watch Extras whilst comforting the boy Henry.
Trouble is, he keeps getting woken up by me laughing at Stephen Merchant.