
In other - completely unconnected - news...
Prince William is advertising for a new press officer
http://jobs.guardian.co.uk/job/4540034/press-officer-the-households-of-trh-the-duke-and-duchess-of-cambridge-and-hrh-prince-henry-of-wales/
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Oh, how we laughed down in Dorset when we heard the plans to install high speed broadband for the Olympic Yachting in Weymouth & Portland.
Yes, we're going to be wired in with something faster than the bits of old string and old coat hangers we've got at the moment. But as soon as the circus leaves, they're rolling it all up and taking it back to That London.
Cheers for that, Sebby.
Right from the first paragraph I knew poor, dead Graham would end the tale as a red, sticky, still-twitching pile of dismembered body parts, barely identifiable as human amid the metallic carnage.
The joy was in the journey.
Sorry, I haven't put anybody off their lunch, have I?
... by the Freemason Illuminati elite to get a home secretary that is worse than the one before.
Take a look at the recent list of incumbants if you don't believe me:
Kenneth Baker
Ken Clarke
Michael Howard
Jack Straw
David Blunkett
Charles Clarke
John Reid
Jacqui Smith
Next in line for the job is a Hostess Trolley from the John Lewis list
There was an ill-informed scare about CRT radiation in our office many years ago. The result of this was a handful of end users buying protective glasses (at twenty-five notes a shot) from a dodgy mail order company that made them look like they had insects' eyes.
Like this: http://tinyurl.com/twatspex
A stunning victory for the IT department.
...there are so many lorries on the M27 which have come up from the docks, you've got no problem hiding behind one as you go past the cameras. Unfortunately, as all three lanes are filled with either lorries or holidaymakers up from the New Forest, it is impossible to do any faster than 45 mph and prove Clarkson right or wrong.
... was not achieving --- E L I T E --- status (which I managed on no less than three occasions), but hacking Samantha Fox Strip Poker so I could get to the money shot without all that boring gambling business.
Those were the days, and far from being educational, the Beeb was entirely responsible for failing my A-levels in 1984. And again in 1985.