Hello children,
I recently made this announcement via the latest podcast but thought I would make a proper post of it as well.
As most of you know, I married an Australian lady some years ago and have been living together happily in old Blighty. Well now it’s time for a taste of the other side of the pond. Near the end of this year myself and my family will up sticks and move ourselves to Australia.
The years have been kind; I’ve made many friends and have an incredible family over here, who I will miss insanely, but I feel it’s the right time to test out what life is like over in the land of kangaroos and bush fires.
So as I’m not a man to disappear quietly into the night I propose a night of celebration ( two in fact- one in London and one in my old’ home town Stratford upon Avon). I’m sure I’ll set up some sort of Facebook thing in the near future but for now- consider yourself informed. I’m off and I insist you join me in drinking.
Your friend and mine,
Brown
Spotted this bad boy on the way to work this morning. Now either someone has decided on an obscure name for their wireless home network or there’s a massive wooden horse currently surfing the web. Personally I’d say that key-gen you downloaded to photoshop is setting itself up to shaft you good, eh Brian?
While I was waiting for my morning bus I spied this written on the floor.
It reads:
“the least interesting view is the pavement in front of you… Look up”
Two things entered my mind: a) The pavement was actually more of an interesting sight than the sorry looking council housing opposite, and b) am I about to be air-raided?
Like many thousand other Londoners I take the tube to work in the morning. They’re funny little trains that run underground that go ever so quick from one place to another. That is of course unless you happen to travel on the Victoria line. These trains are quite sensitive when it comes to things being stuck in their doors. So it makes me wonder who the TOOL on our train was yesterday who held us up for a full 10 minuets at a station because he didn’t quite grasp that the drivers plea of “please keep clear of the doors” ment “move your fat ass out of the door so it can fecking well close!”. But oh no- this simple request was too much for “ass-in-door” (the less talked about sequel to Puss-in-boots). So after four requests, increasing in annoyance and desperation; the driver finally had to leave his cabin to go and hunt down the culprit, who presumingly was too busy munching on a mc muffin to hear him.
As I see it there are two solutions to this problem. A democratic, conventional method….and my one. The first democratic option would be to make the door reporting that there’s something stuck in it have a whopping great red light and siren over it that buzzed like a spitfires machine gun until someone moved the twat out of the way. My one; razor blade the door edges. You’d be surprised how little things get caught in the doors after implementing my method.
Well I guess we’re a lot like busses…
We’re bigger than we should be, slightly too red for my liking, expel noxious gasses and are late beyond reason.
OR
You wait ages for one and two turn up at once. Well not exactly “at once” more like “a week apart”. What am I drivelling about? Why, the quiteenjoy podcast of course!
We are so productive right now that we are recording episode 16 a mere week after number 15. Productivity…thy name is us.
Look out for number 16 this Friday on iTunes ( and here of course) followed by 17 next Friday.
*UPDATE*
Done, and done. Another half an hour of rambling polished off to a neat shine. This one will hit the site a week on Friday- that’s correct A WEEK after episode 15. Not a year, not 6 months- but a week! Skills.