L, 9, writing from a week-long school trip to a farm: Today we cleaned a cow yard today and it was sort of liquidy but some was dry and in lumps. It was really good, it was a paddling pool … Continue reading
Yearly Archives: 2002
The lovely Linette is not the only person to have been shivering outside in the cold tonight. I'd agreed to put some curtain rails up for someone, after someone I know made a complete bodge of it. So I drive … Continue reading
Accountant: '.. the stock market would have to rise 600 or 700% for [the fund] to pay off.' Reporter: '700% That's seven times the current price! ' Accountant: 'Yes.' Ian: Sigh… … Continue reading
In case you haven't heard – John Major and Edwina Curry had an affair for four years while they were both in Thatcher's government. Am I the only person to remember that he sued a magazine – Scallywag – out … Continue reading
Hooray. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/2241234.stm Radio 4's PM said 'she was the only woman in Mrs Thatcher's cabinet…' … Continue reading
Some aliterations from the local primary school – it's a great pity I can't show the pictures that went with them! Enormous elephants eat elegantly every evening in expensive eat-all-you-cans. Dolphins demonstrate difficult dance steps to disorganised dogfish. Obnoxious ostriches … Continue reading
I was thinking, in part because of the BiCon 2002 DIY disco, what was the most obscure album I have. It's probably BRIAN BRAIN- "Unexpected noises", which turns out to be the product of two ex members of Public Image … Continue reading
Apparently, last week's Pink Paper – owned by the Mardi Gras owners – confessed that only 28,000 (of a possible 85,000) tickets were sold. YES! YES! YES! Death to Mardi Gras! Unfortunately, it looks as if Mardi Gras 2000 Ltd … Continue reading
A fan site for the designers reveals something surprising… Air Top speed: 47 mph, G-force: 3.5 G, length: 2,756 feet. Nemesis Top speed: 50 mph, G-force: 4 G, length: 2,349 feet So Air is only slightly slower than Nemesis. It … Continue reading