Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Why people keep pidgeons

This was the explanation given to me by Alan, my first boss after University, for me finding work a little dull after the freedom of being a student. "Of course your job's f***ing boring Turnballs" he berated, "so's mine, so's Betty's.....so's everyone's.... That's why people keep pidgeons!".
He also had a lovely homespun way of dealing with depression: he found it hillarious. I remember the tears running down his face as he recalled the decent of one of his colleagues who started off by coming in late and then missing days and eventually (and this memory nearly incapacitated him with mirth) he couldn't get out of bed and as a result lost his job and home. Other forms of mental illness similarly gave him joy such as the salesmen who ended up in the cement after a spectacular breakdown....



Sunday, March 7, 2010


Perhaps the most feable blog of all would be that proving to oneself that one could blog from one's iPhone.


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Friday, October 30, 2009

Surely, I can't be the only person who finds it hard to stop themselves from tackling the fatties who queue up at the salad bar at lunchtime, pretending that they are in their natural habitat? Don't you just feel like going up to them and poking them in the shoulder and saying 'Listen Chubby, you are fooling no-one!' as they debate whether they're going to allow themselves a spoonful of cottage cheese to go with their cucumber. 'Maybe, you'd like a little something with your lettuce? An ox maybe....?'
Wake up Flabbsters. We are on to you.