I confess...

Anyway as you know the flat is where I rule the roost.

You mean you're not under the thumb? ;P

Just seen this on a Beatles blog, thought it was about right. I always wave to the tourists when going over Westminster bridge.

used to commute down Abbey Road. Fucking nightmare and yes I used to wave in the background...

i sold my fixed gear bike a couple of weeks ago and still use the forum, and technically i don't live in london.

I may as well register on mumsnet

I'm a bit boozed and just listened to The Organist Entertains at high volume. Sorry neighbours.

I admit to coding drunk last night and breaking lots of my own code in the process.

I always archive a chunk of source or db or whatever before fucking with it drunk. Worst case, something is fucked for a while, restore, start again. This habit has saved my arse a couple of times when I've staggered back into the office at 3am and started doing live deployments..

yeah boi i haz mad skillz.

i'm worried about putting on weight after missing a month of running training. 2wks with calf tear followed by 2wks of virus/throat infection. also worry that my season is down the toilet.

actually i worry bout everything. :(

I understand this DB.. You'll work it off fine

i'm worried about putting on weight after missing a month of running training. 2wks with calf tear followed by 2wks of virus/throat infection. also worry that my season is down the toilet.

actually i worry bout everything. :(

You fat bastard.

(glad your feeling better)

well things couldn't be worse start of week. first time for years forced myself to take sick leave. anyway, almost better. just annoying was in best shape for 3yrs, didn't even get to show.

thing is +/- 1kg worth 15s over 5k running at my speed, ~15.30

i ruined 5 months of good credit rating behaviour by going overdrawn yesterday. today is pay day. one more day and my credit rating would have been substantially improved and i would have been able to sort my financial life out... 24 hours away from redemption and i fsked up. again. guess how? by impulse purchasing a san marco regal.

face.

palm.

i often purposefully pass really close to a pedestrian stepping out on the road without looking, just to give them a fright.

Then I excuse myself that "it's for their own good, maybe next time they check"

tap them, lightly! thatll scare the fuck out of them

tap them, lightly! thatll scare the fuck out of them

A swift tap on the shoulder when you pass behind them = priceless fear induction.

come up behind them and scream "eyes, brain, use them in conjunction"

or "fat lady, watch out"

"You cant say that"

"I did, you knew who i was talking about and it saved you from walking into me"

A swift pinch of the left butt cheek when you pass behind them = priceless fear induction.

fixed

sometimes i let my bag brush against them, that works a treat

Sometimes I stab them. Then, while they are dying on the ground, I take their wallet. I collect their blood in a little vial I carry with me and when I get home I figure out from their wallet who they are and send a letter to their grieving family written in their loves-one's blood explaining that had the deceased been just a little more careful they would still be alive and that they can all learn a valuable lesson from this.
I feel that, little by little, the message is getting through.

slow but painful, i like that.

sometimes i let my ballbag brush against them, that works a treat

!

On occasion I will sneak up behind them and set fire to their hair. Then as they run around trying to pat the back of their head with their hands, all flappy-flappy, I will laugh in a good natured way before using the contents of my water bottle to extinguish the flames. After that I will accompany them to a top London salon and pay for the repair work, up to and including extensions, and then treat them to a meal at a Michelin starred restaurant. If that goes well we will take a taxi to a discrete little hotel I know where we will make love till the morning light. Finally I will order room service, the full-English or Continental depending on the sort of person they are. But I will leave without paying for it. That usually makes them think twice about crossing the road without looking.

You stole that idea from me

What are you talking about Bernard?