So now ShitBook works for me. Well, I think so… I’m still wary of how often I’m checking in, how much stuff comes dribbling down that line. My new addiction is to ruthless management of a trickle of updates, photos that I actually find I want to know. So now I browse with a twitchy, itchy trigger finger hovering over that ‘delete friend’ button, ready to cull at any moment…no pressure…
Lifestyle
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Nov 07
Nov 07
Confessions of a night school drop out
Having moved to a new town, and with time on my hands, I felt the time was ripe to enrol myself in a night school class. I confess to fancying myself as a linguist, though I really shouldn’t as my conversation skills in reality only extend to please and hello in about 5 or 6 languages, a paltry collection of Japanese phrases and just enough Italian to get by and crack the odd joke.
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Jul 07
Jul 07
The Best T-Shirt Store is Open
T-shirts have been around for almost a hundred years, and for more than half that time they’ve been garnished with messages that reflect and project the wearer’s personal taste and identity. As the kids of a world in which the clutter of media messages seems to intensify year-on-year, we’re becoming quite adept at branding ourselves – we’re, quite literally, wearing our hearts on our (short) sleeves.
05
Jul 07
Jul 07
Dry July
The details of those ten years are bloody sketchy, and I’m certainly not about to recount those that I can remember here, but it’s fair to say that I spent most of the time either drunk, drinking to get drunk, or trying to scam the money to buy drink to get drunk. Quite a waste when you look back on it, and a lifestyle that, while surely unsustainable in the long term, could possibly have continued up to the present day had it not been for the unexpected yet thankful interlude of Dry July in 1999.
02
May 07
May 07
Eat Your Greens
In the past two and a half years, the closest thing to a beastie that has passed my lips has been a surprise anchovy stuffed inside a spainish olive. After a youth spent devouring all sorts of animals in vast quanitities, my shimmy into vegetarianism came quite unexpectedly. As unexpected as that sneaky anchovy I guess, but in a different way all together – quite a pleasant one which I’m bloody pleased took place.