The left side of my throat is currently swollen to the size of a moderately large moon. I have therefore been confined to the flat for the best part of 6 years, or so it seems.
Such is my desperation for any form of mental stimulation that I have set aside my life-long fear of pigeons to watch some programme on BBC2 about a million dollar pigeon race in South Africa. Some of the scenes so far are reminiscent of the very worst of my nightmares.
Someone bought a pigeon for £14,000.
Time for another Strepsil...
Monday, 30 April 2007
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
...exploding sunglasses II
This will teach me to buy cheap rubbish...
Following yesterday's self-disintegrating eyeware escapade, I purchase a replacement pair of sunglasses at a central London market stall for £4. They lasted until this afternoon when the screws fell out of the left lense on the down escalator to the DLR platform at Bank underground station.
Am I just wearing them wrong or something? I'm going to have to specify that my next pair are made from steel girders and sponsored by IRN Bru...
Following yesterday's self-disintegrating eyeware escapade, I purchase a replacement pair of sunglasses at a central London market stall for £4. They lasted until this afternoon when the screws fell out of the left lense on the down escalator to the DLR platform at Bank underground station.
Am I just wearing them wrong or something? I'm going to have to specify that my next pair are made from steel girders and sponsored by IRN Bru...
Monday, 16 April 2007
...exploding sunglasses
On my way into work this morning and, without warning, my sunglasses snapped in two at the in the middle and fell off my face. It was really surreal - I assume the equally puzzled inhabitants of East Dulwich who saw me must have assumed I had an unusually sharp nose.
The sunglasses were my contribution to London's response to the weather being quite hot; my behaviour is of course fairly mild compared to those perennial optimists who take the first possible opportunity to shed as much clothing as they can, and either throw themselves into the nearest public fountain or bask on the closest piece of municipal grass. All very worrying.
The sunglasses were my contribution to London's response to the weather being quite hot; my behaviour is of course fairly mild compared to those perennial optimists who take the first possible opportunity to shed as much clothing as they can, and either throw themselves into the nearest public fountain or bask on the closest piece of municipal grass. All very worrying.
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