Willfull Neglect

It has been pointed out that since selling my soul to Facebook I’ve somewhat neglected my blog. While true, it’s unfair to blame my new mistress for this neglect and rather the banality of my recent existence. Work is as unfulfilling as I have come to expect and I can see history repeating itself as the ‘path of least resistance’ is currently being weeded and a nice fence erected along it’s edging. The end result being of course that those that do will now do more and those that don’t will continue to feed their fat faces and knock off early to play golf.

White & Nerdy

Having taken to this blog thing like a crispy duck to pancakes, Mr Phil has now set me on the path to Facebook. How do I repay him? By getting all Brokeback on his (pardon the pun) ass and telling all his e-friends that we’ve had bum love. We haven’t, and save some catastrophic lifestyle changes on both our parts it’s pretty unlikely we ever will. Sure we may be missing out, but it’s something I think we’ll both have to learn to live with.

What’s really upset me though is that in the past 24 hours Mr Phil has subliminally forced me into taking a Star Wars Quiz and a Movie Quotes Quiz. To my shame I’ve scored 100% in each. So while my puerile nonsense is transparently for comedic effect, Mr Phil is clearly an evil genius.

Rudolph who?

Sometimes learning new stuff is far more exciting than it should be. Like discovering a colleague knows all the names of Santa’s reindeer and teaches you the rhyme so you know them too. For no apparent reason, barely in September so some way off any remote need to actually know the reindeer names, that’s the best thing in the world right now!

No Parking

I’m fortunate enough that despite having my ankle twisted beyond natural human limits and thus ending any hope I had of becoming a professional footballer (any suggestions that by that time I was far too old and never had any real skills anyway being suitably ignored) I don’t consider myself disabled. Sure it’s a little stiff and painful each morning and I’ll never have full mobility back in it. I can however walk. When the mood takes me I can even run / waddle. I am not disabled. When therefore I go to the supermarket or car park I do not park in the disabled bays.

I do have a young daughter who still uses a 3 point harness child seat. So on these outings I do, when available and then only when my little cherub is with me, use the parent and child parking bays so I can suitably access said child.

It’s a simple little bit of self discipline I have.