Deep intertwinglings

Just gotten off the phone to a friend. She's married to an abusive idiot, who has just gotten out of a psychiatric hospital, and is going back to live in the house with her and the kids.

Why are there idiots like this out there?

I've just finished checking and binning maybe a hundred floppies (random fact: South Africans call floppies 'stiffies'. I know a girl from SA who, on coming over here, walked into a room full of engineers and asked if any of them had a stiffie).

And it struck me, that all this stuff I'm binning, I worked over. I stressed over it, and sweated over it, and it meant something. Except some years on, I'm sat in my kitchen, checking and binning. It's not really an indictment on the technology, but I think back to where I was and who I was a few years back, and it makes me wonder where I'll be a few years from now.

Which is more noble, the weasel or the stoat?

Certain words, certain animals, have acquired a nobility, a dignity, because of their names. The weasel. The stoat. The moose. Ladies, Gentlemen, I urge you - nay, implore you - for a moment, let us raise our glasses to these noble animals, these purveyors of joy and happiness to the world. We salute you.

...thinking about old telly. Heidi. WHY?!?!? "Oh, Grandfather" in her badly-dubbed voice. For years afterwards I thought Swiss people spoke English, but their lips made different movements. Maybe that's why they have lots of bankers. You know they are secure, no-one can lip-read.

"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--"

And Cybermen. Now, perhaps it's just me - it frequently is - but Cybermen should not be wearing thongs. Even outside their trousers. Yes, they may be metal-clad killing machines. They may be one of the Doctor's arch-nemeses. Yes...but somehow, wearing thongs detracts from that.

On the plus side, should anyone choose to remake Wonder Woman (particularly with the recent resurgance in superhero films), doubtless they would replace her 70's grannypants with a small thong. So I personally welcome the reintroduction of the thong. Hurrah!

WARNING! I've been reliably informed that this film contains explicit Sects.

So. The Apprentice. It's over, and the scary girl with the eyes of a trained killer won. Not sure why, but Michelle scared me. Perhaps it was the way she was completely useless at all the tasks. Less useless than Sayeed, admittedly (although that was not, to be fair, difficult). Less constipated than The Badger. But what of Ancell (or Elvis, as he became known)? What of Paul, who, though he messed up the interview, was the least useless of all of them.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the cream of British industry. We're all doomed!

I'm off for some very good hot chocolate, served with marshmallows and cream. So there

I suppose everyone remembers 'their' decade with some degree of fondness. For me, culture reached a peak in the 1980's. The 70's were kind of scary, with drainpipe jeans, big collars, and the Austin Maxi - without doubt the ugliest car ever designed. But it was the music of the 80's that really made it. Sure, SAW dominated everything. But still it seemed to have a certain innocence, a sense of exploration of fashion, from 'Flock of Seagulls' hair, to Michael Jackson's single glove, to whatever Bananarama were wearing (oh, and Vicki Fuzzbox. Wibble. Lovely, lovely young lady. I wonder where she is now?). The Pet Shop Boys with their era-defining lyrics and tunes that set the mood for a generation - somewhat disaffected, free thinking, poetic. Incidentally - nice one with the new tune, boys.

Incidentally, for sheer kitsch value, check out http://www.amstrad.com/amsface/.

"Thinking outside the box" - foreplay

"Lets put it in the toilet and see if it'll flush"

"We need to make sure everyone's singing from the same hymnsheet. The 'Cradle of Filth' hymnsheet".

This evening, I have nothing of great import to say. But like most people, that doesn't stop me writing