Desktop Pictures

Thought I’d share some photos my desktop…

Windows = Quality

It works!

Apparently. I’ve had a few people complaining recently that they’ve not been able to see my site especially those using BT Broadband as their ISP. Well thanks to my host flushing their firewall down the toilet, or something, apparently the site is now fully viewable in all it’s glory. So that’s good news!

Detox Shmetox

What is it with the New Year? All of a sudden people start feeling really guilty about the way they live and think that January 1st signals the start of the ‘new them’. Everyone man and his monkey is going on a detox… my best mate, half my office is, Chris bloody Moyles is… stay off the booze, no fags, less (or no) caffeine, eat healthily, exercise more, for a week, two or even a month. And one of two things always happens:

1) they last approximately 20 minutes and are back in the pub by lunchtime.
2) they survive the ordeal, and make up for it by going on an enormous bender at 17:01 on the last day, completely reverse all the good work, and wake up feeling even worse than had they not bothered in the first place.

Either way you’re a loser, and it’s self-inflicted. Which is dumb.

My philosophy is one of a consistent, maintainable and regimented intake. I don’t like to trick my body by surprising it with unexpected binges or fasts. Admittedly I am a model of refined living, carefully monitoring my food and liquid consumption, banishing unhealthy habits and such like to a permananet Atkins misery.

Of course that IS utter bollocks, I drink, smoke, eat fried chicken and sit on my fat arse as much as possible. I’m very fulfilled.

Well it’s something new to do

Sunday afternoon, quick jaunt out, nowt much better to do, so why not throw your motorbike down the street? You know, just for a laugh.

Well let me tell you now that throwing yourself off a motorbike is not a bit of a laugh. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mean to do it (why would you?) but when you go round a roundabout, your back wheel hits a bit of bare tarmac freshly moistened from a sprinkling of rain (read: more slippery than a penguin head first down a taboggan run covered in used chip fat) and decides it and the bike has had enough of being upright, there’s frankly bugger all you can do. The bike goes one way, you go the other and you pick yourself up and try to deal with it.

As crashes go, it could have been so much worse. Whilst there were parked cars everywhere, there were fortunately no moving vehicles, and the out-of-control bike managed to slide in a line that avoided causing any more damage to itself or anything else than was absolutely necessary (at one point it was trying to overtake me as we both slid head-first down the road); so other than a few hundred quids worth of cosmetic damage, a few grazed knees, ribs and other assorted body parts, and of course a severely dented ego, it could have been a lot worse.

But (in case it needs saying) if you’re a motorcycle rider, or, in fact, any kind of road user, just take care, and don’t take anything for granted.

Go to hell

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
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