Ever have an idea and want to do it even though you don't quite know what use it will be?

Hope you don't mind me using the pics Juz.

Lost the transmitter to my wireless headphones in a scrum getting off the train.

*much swearing*

Not been a great day.

I realise like the doofus I am I forgot to put the codes for the Blogging for Amy button and banner so here they are in a text file...

Volkswagen ROLF!!!

Remember Paula Hamilton, the model who starred in a Volkswagen advert where she ripped off her pearl necklace and left a fur coat draped on a parking meter? At the time, the large-chinned mannish type was one of the most famous women in the country, and since then? Fuck all really, just a series of appearances at various parties where she basks in the glory of being the face of the VW Polo. Smell that glamour.

One such party she attended recently was at 'Z' Rooms, for the launch of the new season of programmes on 'Living TV'. Paula was approached by a female journalist from 'Best' magazine, who was obviously a big fan of Paula's work, gushing embarrassingly about what an icon she was and how her work was vital to the survival of the earth.

"It's great. I love your work. I love all that stuff you've done recently," said the journalist, brown-nosing to epic proportions. Paula nodded serenely, obviously used to adoration of this proportion and undoubtedly wondering why this was not a daily experience. The writer then somewhat spoiled it all by adding,

"You're great, Pete!"

When Paula looked puzzled, the hapless journo ploughed on, with both feet in her mouth. "Well, you ARE Pete Burns, aren't you?"

Paula was still standing open mouthed when she was ushered away several seconds later by horrified PR people who had already begun plans to build a funeral pyre for any 'Best' people who tried to approach their 'star' in future.

See, I think it's a fair mistake...

...eating chilli chocolate, peppermint chilli chocolate and orange chilli chocolate flapjacks from HERE...

(fraid the flapjacks were specially made so no piccies...)

How much to you hate me now Flicky

Oh, and I haven't started on the custard donuts yet...

(A quick check list for those who need to make contact.]

1. When you call us to have your computer moved, be sure to leave it buried under half a ton of postcards, baby pictures, stuffed animals, dried flowers, bowling trophies and children's art. We don't have a life, and we find it deeply moving to catch a fleeting glimpse of yours.

2. Don't write anything down. Ever. We can play back the error messages from here.

3. When an I.T. person says he's coming right over, go for coffee. That way you won't be there when we need your password. It's nothing for us to remember 700 screen saver passwords.

4. When you call the help desk, state what you want, not what's keeping you from getting it. We don't need to know that you can't get into your mail because your computer won't power on at all.

5. When I.T. support sends you an E-Mail with high importance, delete it at once. We're just testing.

6. When an I.T. person is eating lunch at his desk, walk right in and spill your guts right out. We exist only to serve.

7. Send urgent email all in uppercase. The mail server picks it up and flags it as a rush delivery.

8. When the photocopier doesn't work, call computer support. There's electronics in it.

9. When you're getting a NO DIAL TONE message at home, call computer support. We can fix your telephone line from here.

10. When you have a dozen old computer screens to get rid of, call computer support. We're collectors.

11. When something's wrong with your home PC, dump it on an I.T. person's chair with no name, no phone number and no description of the problem. We love a puzzle.

12. When an I.T. person tells you that computer screens don't have cartridges in them, argue. We love a good argument.

13. When an I.T. person tells you that he'll be there shortly, reply in a scathing tone of voice: "And just how many weeks do you mean by shortly?" That motivates us.

14. When the printer won't print, re-send the job at least 20 times. Print jobs frequently get sucked into black holes.

15. When the printer still won't print after 20 tries, send the job to all 68 printers in the company. One of them is bound to work.

No, not photos of Paddy, Subs and me (in that order )

Just the day... good news, bad news, ugly duties...

Sometimes the feeling I'm trapped in the middle.

Might have a quiet night in and write something for the AJNN, gotta be up fecking ludicrously early tomorrow and be back in work again.

Arse.

...when our intrepid adventurer did rise from his night of broken and most incomprehensible dreams to greet the dawning of a new day.

The blackness of his faithful message carrier was of no importance, it's magical existence could be brought back with the simple application of that which the necromancers call 'electricity', or so he did think...

Even using the Magical Charging Device of Nokia the item failed to find itself the source of life and stayed itself in the realms of limbo, a spectral wraith awaiting the spark that would bring it's life back into being.

Loath to leave his faithful servant behind the adventurer doth place him in a pocket of the finest cloth and departs to the place of Dragons where he interred himself into the belly of the clattering beat and was carried in a plume of fumes and a maelstrom of noise to the city of his work.

Powerfully did the adventurer stride up the mountainous peak, all the while listening to the magical music elves held captive in the black box upon his belt, sending their siren song though the airwaves into his helm to drive him upon his way to... The Dark Place.

Finally, upon securing himself in his own private cavern, protected from the elements and the ogres that dwelt in the caves around him he did manage to bring life to his magical cohort, along with the creation of seductive missives to tempt and tease the peasantry into using his master's magial flying audio sprites.

And thus, our adventurer did spend his day, pausing only to beat a local scribe into submission and make him chronicle the life journeys of the adventurer into a sorcerous diary called... blog.

Many of you will know Amy, a young girl with a debilitating problem that was the reason a couple of bloggers of this parish beat out their fears and threw themselves out of an aeroplane.

(One question, why fear, Juzzy? I imagine without the guy strapped to you you would have floated to earth like an autumn leaf, get some meat on you!)

Now, Landers is planning a blogathon, all in aid of Amy and all happening on the 21st of July.

So lets show some support and get this far and wide, as is ever the case I shall be the market trader... get your banners and buttons here (more will be added over time...)

Copy these questions, post your answers in your blog and tag five more people.

1. When in doubt ... Find out more evidence.

2. The most Tagalicious blogger is ... Now, is that the one with the best tags?

3. Given half a chance, I would ... take a full chance on credit.

4. I'd rather be ... a millionaire.

5. Who knew that ... you could have so little control on your life...

Right, tagging...

CJ, Sminch, Paddy, Juz and Row.

Did anyone else know our new Prime Minister is officially called James Brown...

Click the pic.

...is up and running...

Wonder if I can actually keep it up...? I had a really good thing to post when I thought of it this morning, right out my head by the walk up to work...

Oh, and I had a crap day.

Thanks for calling round, please take a candy from the bowl...

EDIT: The first person (Subs) to make any comment (Subs) over the use of the phrase 'keep it up' (Subs) will lose all candy privileges (Subs)...

Not that I suspect any one person (Subs).

...when you wake up with an idea but can't do anything about it because you're working all day...

Ah well, cest la vie... things could be a lot worse, I've gotta get hold of a friend in Sheffield today, havent had contact with her since all this chaos! It's insane, like some kind of disaster movie...

Oh one last thing before I sign off from this quickie post and get on my way to work, as of tonight the blogger gallery blog will vanish, it was a great little colective back when we went on a Meez frenzy but hasn't been updated for ages and has sorta passed it's time, if anyone has lost their Meez code and wants it again let me know and I'll send it to them.

Plus, I don't want to have too many blogs and the idea from paragraph one needs some blogroom...

From HERE of course...

Hmm, since mid last night I've had a very annoying earache in my left ear, doesnt really HURT as much as announce its presence every now and then, normally when I'm moving, especially when I'm climbing the stairs...

Course I also now have earache in my right ear from Subs telling me off for letting it wait until tomorrow to see if it goes away

It'll be fine, just one of those things, might even be stress etc moving up from my neck, that's felt very tight in the last couple weeks.

And cause that's extremely boring have some...

"Democratic presidential candidate Dennis Kucinich is heading an 'Impeach Dick Cheney' movement. First of all, how many heart attacks has Cheney had? Five? Six? Want to get rid of this guy? Buy him a cheeseburger." --Jay Leno

"All of the candidates have released their financial statements. Turns out Bill Clinton made $10 million from speaking engagements last year. See that sounds glamorous, but imagine all those nights in a hotel room, Hillary half-way across the country, him sitting there by himself all lonely." --Jay Leno

"President Bush was in Albania. He thought he was going to Albany. Anyway, he ended up in Albania ... and somebody stole his watch. Bush is upset. He is really angry. He said he now has no choice but to bomb Iran." --David Letterman

"The Pentagon has admitted they once tried to develop a gay bomb -- a bomb that would turn enemy soldiers gay. They said their goal was to turn the Iraq war into a musical. ... Gay bomb? Talk about a troop surge. ... I believe the main ingredients in the gay bomb are an agent orange with a chartreuse accent." --Jay Leno

"Yesterday, California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger told a Latino group if immigrants want to learn English, they should not read foreign-language newspapers. The Latino group told Arnold, 'How about you tell us how you learned English, and we'll do the opposite.'" --Conan O'Brien

Now I've never hidden my incomprehension at how expensive advertising has become, largely because I can, hand on heart, never think of a time when I've bought something because of an advert.

For starters I never trust any adverts, they're skewed views, and that's the ones you can understand! Some of them seem to have taken minimalism to an art form, especially those car ads...

The ones you can understand are a myriad of disingenuous waffle and acting so bad they might (albeit might) not even be allowed in a soap opera.

So, what was the bad timing that began this increasingly roaming post...

The very, VERY expensive two page spread adverts in the national newspapers on a day full of flood warnings, rain deluges and storms?

Ambre Solaire, the suntan lotion of choice at Wimbledon...

Oh boy that's bad timing...

(and who would be sad enough to buy suntan lotion because it's the one who paid the most to be able to be connected with the All England Rain Dodging Championships...)

Surfed the net.
Read the entire of "Death On The Nile".
Played Need For Speed Carbon.
Played Animal Crossing.
Played Star Wars: Empires At War.
Surfed the net.
Made a mindwarping thing for my Digital Doodling gallery that potentially brings my sanity into question.

I lead an exciting life...

Meno is lovely.

Mad as a box of chipmunks but lovely

PS, sorry if it felt a bit short at the end, I'm not good at ending conversations

Hmm, decided to edit this with a bit more...

I hate being shy!

I always come off the phone, especially with new people feeling like I've been too quiet, like I've been too short, like I haven't shown enough interest or too much interest.

I have no social skills!!!

Seriously Meno, goddamn lovely lady y'are even if I didn't manage to vocalise it well enough, it was a real honour and a treat to speak to you!

A life is a gift.
A mind is a blessing.
A skill is a prize.
A feeling is a right.

Everyone deserves control of their life.
Everyone deserves to know their own mind.
Everyone deserves respect for their skill.
Everyone deserves to have their feelings.

Repeat.

Of course it wont make a blind bit of difference but you get the buzz of fooling yourself you have the power to change things.

That is all.

Please go flag this Splog, on the page, on the header at the very top there's an option to flag it.

EDIT: It's now gone, thank you.

Is there a point where you stop blaming the dreams you've woken from and start blaming the life you've woken to?

*cough*

More HERE.

...problem was there hasn;t been any lightning round here, so I had to make some.

Be fair, only took me a few mins!

No, it's BLACKSOUPMAN!

Blimey, what a day...

Having to catch up on dozens of blog posts after a ridiculously hard working day!

Gawd, what was with the weather today?! It wasn't rain, it was solid water, we also had an unfortunate indoor water feature after a work colleague left the back door open! It was coming down the inside like a waterfall

Ah well, thankfully on the ways to and from work it stayed dry, even wore just my tshirt on the way home

Right, one quick thing to do then I'd better start catching up...