We are the mushrooms.

So remember I mentioned the CI Cup? Well, we won. That’s right. Oh yes.

Writeups: here and here.

And yet more coverage in the Guernsey Press, where I somehow found my ugly mug (albeit in fortunately low-resolution) on both the front and back pages.

Awesome.

P.S. Fcking get in there!

Famous. Again.

Ahh, the pressures of being a cricketing supergod. Perhaps not.

But still, it’s always nice to get written up in the paper. ESPECIALLY when they get your name right. (Third time lucky.)

She’s healed!

Bad: Spilling half a can of Stella Artois on your bluetooth Mac keyboard. Said keyboard then starts functioning erratically. Then stops functioning.
Good: Go away for a couple of days, and on return find that the keyboard is once again working exactly as it should.

Moral of the story: Don’t spill beer on electrical items. Do use a Mac.

Maria Sharapova, on hearing…

… that I got my PhD and that I’m single.

Someone give her my email address. Thanks.

We are go for detox

Well why not. I’ve abused my body for long enough now that a little clean out is in order. No booze, fags, caffeine and for some reason this time no nuts or crisps. Bizarre. See you in 4 weeks.

Eek.

I am a turd!

It’s true. I was told it. By a very reputable source.

Oh, by the way, for all those reading not well versed in sarcasm, I’m lying. I’ll clue you in. I get a lot of emails via my website. Most people asking me questions or saying they like the site. I get a lot of random gibberish. And then every now and then I get someone insulting me. Well today I got one such email. Normally I just look at them, smile and then file them with all the other emails. But it was a slow day at work today, so I wondered about it a bit. Anyway, here’s what I got:

From: turd
Their email: uraturd@turdmail.com
Message: u are one sad fag

So obviously there are lots of issues with this email. Firstly, the email was from uraturd@turdmail.com - i.e., YOU ARE A TURD. But then, it’s from turd. So the person who sent this to me was also a turd. And then I am accused of being a sad fag. Well, OK. I can handle that. I’ve certainly be accused of a lot worse before.

What’s a little frustrating about this, is that I have no idea which part of the site they’ve been reading to formulate this opinion of me. I feel that sort of information would help me grow and develop.

The obvious question, though, is why I’ve even bothered to post this up at all. Well, it’s simple, and really it’s for an audience of one - the turd who sent me the email in the first place. Unfortunately, all I know about this person is that they’re somewhere in Australia… and that they’ve obviously got very little to do in their life other than send pathetic insults to people they’ll never meet. So really - please, Turd, if you do read this, get in touch with me. But this time, have some balls and tell me who you are and why you think I’m a turd. I’m interested.

Missed opportunity

I can’t believe I missed the opportunity to say this:

“You might be interested to know that I have a PhD.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep… a pretty huuuuuuuge di…”

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