Last night was a standard night in Guildford with Jac , Michelle and Becki, with the added brilliance of a present Jac had bought for me. You see, when looking through some photos of my Mexican holiday a while back, he spied a picture of me holding a donkey – before turning to me and uttering the immortal words, “Nice ass.” We all agreed, after the laughter had died down, that this was a moment of comedic genius. And what should Jac find a few weeks later than a bright metal drinks coaster spelling the word ASS. I duly took my ASS around town with me on Friday night, squeezing all the amusing connotations I could out of the opportunity. For example, “don’t touch my ass”, “kiss my shiny ass”, and Jac’s chat up line, “would you like to touch my ass?” (and countless others) all came into play. in fact, Jac’s chat up line actually worked on Becki…

There are some people who don’t follow news and current affairs as much as they should. And then there are others: Backpackers baffled by Bethlehem siege

It’ a little worrying that, during important, interesting moments in my day, I think, “Well, that would be interesting for my website.” All through the day I think that, it’s taking over far too much of my brainpower. And then when I come to sit here, I can’t remember a thing…!
Still, I managed to make an entry out of it. Well done me.

It’s always nice to arrive home to a burning car. Someone else’s luckily… Bless the fire service though – while they did a very fine job of covering the car in water, it took them 15 minutes to arrive – enough time for us to decide that the car-on-fire antics of Hollywood films are complete cobblers…

Oddest family quote of the night: “Oh, that’s a window is it. I thought it was some sort of sick bucket.” Never shys away from calling a spade a spade, my dad. Or in this case, of course, a sick bucket.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, and with total lack of web design skills. (link from Metafilter)

As a perfect antidote to Thursday’s debauched antics (workmate Rhonda’s brithday trawl of bars and nightclubs was, again, carnage), this weekend has been spent in the company of girlfriends, friends and a Playstation 2. Oh the joy as we talked and drank while Jac played a little live background music… Oh the fun as we ran over pedestrians and set cars on fire… and all for less than a night out! SPLENDID.

David Hasselhoff as you’ve never seen him before… (broadband link here). Has he no shame?

I’ve been used to doing almost everything online recently. No time for shopping? Shop online. Need to pay a bill? Do it online. Need to transfer some money, order a takeaway, get a new computer game? All done online. Which is why when I decided I needed a haircut today, it was a bit of a problem. My gut reaction was to rush home and do it online, and my second reaction was shock at how stupid the first reaction sounded. I finally dragged myself down to town, but i’ll have to find an online retailer for my next haircut. And I’ll expect a discount.
Mental note: Get out more.

OOOH, I love company credit cards.