You may think we bloggers have an easy life. We post, you read, you comment. Repeat. But we tread dangerous ground to bring you these posts. Take poor old Michael Hanscom. He delivered some Mac computers to Microsoft headquarters, noted the irony, took a picture, posted it on his site, and promptly got sacked, as he explains here.
Honestly, the sacrifices we make…
Another few links (can you tell I’m catching up with my email?!):
- Fire America – pictures following the Californian Fires
- Traffic light jammer goes on sale – havoc, surely?
- The Italian Job 2003 – fellow blogger does the Italian Job for charity.
A few things to get you going while I fashion my Wibbler Tour of Dublin 2003 entry:
- Neil Armstrong – the Awful Truth
- The Moo Mixer
- Search Stock Photos by colour (web techies only)
It’s all quiet on the wibbler.com weblog front at the moment, mainly because of my impending birthday trip to Dublin. My boss has suddenly realised I’m going away, and has therefore decreed that everything that could quite easily be done after I come back, has to be done before I go. Cue me running around like a blue-arsed fly, bless me.
Still, I’m packed, I’ve had a haircut, I’ve brought enough pants and socks, and I’m ready for a fun weekend. Nick, Jac, Michelle and I fly off at 6am tomorrow morning to Dublin (we’re staying in a nice hotel right in the centre of Temple Bar) and will arrive back, wrecked, on Tuesday night. Jac and Nick are trying their best to wind me up about impending birthday pranks, so I’m taking my large army knife as defence just in case*.
So, all being well, you’ll hear from me on Wednesday night, full of the joys of the Irish. Anyone know a good bar?
* Plainly not true.
Most amusing quote of the night: My dad, after watching the BBC reporting on the woman convicted of running a prostitution ring: “Do you know, I almost feel as if I recognise her…”
An open letter to those joining me on the birthday trip to Dublin
“Dear All,
It has come to my attention that plans may be afoot to compromise my wellbeing on our celebratory trip to Dublin.
I would like to make it clear that my parents are aware of the potential of their little son being harmed, and my mother is especially concerned. You will, in her own words, “have [her] to answer to”. She means business. My dad has also been a bit of a boxer in his time, and his fists will no doubt like to have a few words with your facial features should any lasting damage occur.
I trust you will bear this in mind as you tie me upside down to the front of a moving train.”
Tube trains = rubbish, as the Telegraph reports. Reason 467 why i don’t like London.
A small health issue, Downing Street confirmed last night. Nothing to worry about. And then the Telegraph wades in with its size nines and ruins it all: Tony Blair taken to hospital with suspected heart attack.
Phil will be 35 years old next month. He’s invited 35 celebs to attend his birthday. None have replied. Help him – 35ForPhil.com
