tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53096392011-07-08T09:25:45.830ZA word-combo to form sentences. Sentences which say what happens in my life before the big mind-rubbers of time erase them from my noggin.Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.comBlogger2531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-24067313964603430312011-02-18T13:26:00.003Z2011-02-18T13:33:41.611Z

I was going to start blogging again, but thought first I'd better sanitise this one first - fix the broken chairs, remove the tear stained pillows and destroy the self-indulgent bits of it.However, I just spent an hour doing this and realised it would take me forever. Do you realise how self-indulgent this shit is? I don't want to wade through all the posts of what I had for tea, or what I did on

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-46972266427428793552009-06-05T16:12:00.001Z2009-06-05T16:12:39.692Z

I felt bad yesterday. I’m going to see my parents this afternoon and we’ll probably talk about the Euro and local elections. I’ll say who I voted for and explain why, but I’ll still feel like I’ve let the side down.I’m from a family of Labour voters, the proper old skool variety at that. And I grew up as a strange little kid who desperately wanted them to topple Thatcher from power. I remember in

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-73260732410431652462009-03-27T20:45:00.001Z2009-03-27T20:45:52.197Z

Let’s see if I can do this without swearing.They’re coming to get us.It’s quite hard to describe exactly what ‘us’ is. It’s probably best that I explain.I don’t usually watch 10 Years Younger, in fact I think last night was only the second time I’d ever sat through the programme. It drew me in because the guy on the show seemed like one of ‘us’. The guy was called Chris, he had long black hair

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-29775196626063775242009-02-11T18:31:00.001Z2009-02-11T18:31:52.769Z

Hola!Yet again, plans to write in here more often have been ruined by life getting in the way. I thought once autumn had turned into winter that I’d have more free time to partake in activities like writing this witless shit. But, even though the garden is asleep for a month or two, I’ve effortlessly managed to fill the hours that a comatose garden has freed.Like, I actually wrote most of this in

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-60817293087037048402008-10-17T17:06:00.003Z2008-10-17T17:08:23.159Z

So, what is this number plate all about?I obviously spend some time looking at car number plates but this has to be one of the oddest I’ve ever seen.With all the combinations of letters possible you do sometimes get an odd plate that can make me smile in a childish way, something like ‘PK 51 NOB’ or ‘T 739 POO’, but this actually looks like a personal registration. In fact, I’m almost sure that

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-34138455655184652262008-10-03T19:09:00.001Z2008-10-03T19:10:41.134Z

Alright fuckers.(Oh Glenn, is this the long awaited update to the garden situation? Are you going to fanny on to pointless levels of detail about the veg and flowers you’ve been growing?)No, no I’m not. (Hooray)What was that?(Nothing)Did you just cheer then?(No, I was just clearing my throat - *whispers behind hand* - I wasn’t really, I was actually cheering)I can read what you just put you know.

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-64575382246107208962008-08-25T17:10:00.000Z2008-08-25T17:11:00.622Z

I know everyone will be waiting for the garden update. I opened up the Guardian Guide on Saturday and was staggered to find my blog NOT listed in the best of the internet section. Staggered. But, I’ll persevere and part 2 will follow later this week. Then The Guardian will come a runnin.This blog concerns the Olympics. Woo, eh?I’ve always enjoyed the Olympics, which may seem obvious for a guy

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-70941233625383892402008-08-09T08:33:00.002Z2008-08-09T08:38:33.671Z

Warning: this blog contains a description of a garden and its contents; trees, plants, flowers and all that shit. I know it’s dull to anyone else but I’d like to record my garden of 2008 so I can look back on it next year and learn from it, both in what to plant again and what mistakes to avoid.In March this year I invested a fair wedge of cash in employing someone who knew what they were doing (

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-5039958919888066022008-04-02T06:37:00.000Z2008-04-02T06:38:44.256Z

I spent yesterday in the Royal Preston Hospital. But, don’t worry, my recent HIV test proved negative (actually true, I had a HIV test because they couldn’t work out why I had a massive butter bean sized gland in my neck), I was there to keep Hannah company as she had two of her wisdom teeth out.The day involved a lot of sitting around, we got there before 12 but she was only called into theatre

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-8539773512932673202008-02-25T16:47:00.001Z2008-02-25T16:49:06.339Z

What am I meant to do today?The internet isn’t working (at work) so I can’t check out my favourite sites; no achewood, no football365, no digital spy, no Richie Herring blog, no, well, anything…I would choose my 100 squid BAe “reward” gift from the on-line brochure (I suspect it’ll be a satnav) but that isn’t working either. Ho hum…At least I’m leaving early because I have a landscape gardener

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-77386081676710455382008-02-08T17:10:00.001Z2008-02-08T17:10:18.980Z

5 Thoughts On Ashes To Ashes1. For someone prone to sentimentality and a big old reminiscifest, Ashes to Ashes was always going to trigger in me some flashbacks to the period. It wasn’t like the first episode was especially “eighties” as the fashions of the time don’t overly contribute to the plot, but the soundtrack took me back to being an odd 6/7 year old who’d nip out to Woolworths (or ‘The

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-6149759598853638822008-02-05T07:48:00.000Z2008-02-05T07:50:58.072Z

I was going to write in here more often but BAe decided to block www.blogger.com. That was nice of them, the miserable fucks.So this is typed at work but posted from home. A bit of a pain in the arse and something that might stop me scribbling in here as often as I’d like.I went to chat with Fraser last week to tell him about something that has been troubling me for a while. I think I’ve written

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-31710921419295891982008-01-09T11:13:00.001Z2008-01-09T11:13:43.598Z

I’m bored today. Very bored. I have this job to do but it is probably the most boring thing I do at BAe. This is a fucking amazing achievement – to be the stinkiest piece of shit in an ocean of effluence.So, I’m putting it off. So far in the two hours I’ve been here I’ve read today’s Achewood, scanned the DigitalSpy gaming forums, read Football365, looked for bowling shoes on ebay (some nice ones

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-17290473781770684462008-01-03T11:38:00.000Z2008-01-03T11:39:18.116Z

I always considered new year resolutions fairly pointless. Maybe it’s because I rarely ever achieved any of them, and even though it’s not unusual to reflect on your life when you reach the start of a new year I wasn’t really one for pretending to myself that I was going to change anything dramatic about the way I live. I know Glenn better than that and I know he’s a lazy shit who finds it hard

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-53602230508206064892007-12-21T09:38:00.000Z2007-12-21T09:40:59.476Z

As I sat at work trying to work out my record of the year list, the thought of “this hasn’t been a good year for music” slowly started to slip from my mind, to be replaced by the thought of “this hasn’t been a great year for music”. When I started to compile the list below I thought I’d struggle to make a top 10. It turned out to be really easy and I had a list of 31 records that I liked. But “

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-29954338277890253622007-08-15T12:19:00.001Z2007-08-15T12:19:54.693Z

When I was younger I thought I had a good voice. In fact, I did have a good voice. But, a mixture of shyness and this block I have on demonstrating something I think I’m good at (in case people think I’m shit) meant that I never let anyone hear me. It was only people hearing me when I thought nobody was there who’d confirm that my voice was good. Anyway, I always sing in the car and have noticed

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-60088114909456534272007-07-27T08:25:00.001Z2007-07-27T08:25:33.165Z

How have I gone through the almost 33 years of my life without someone punching me in the face?For a laugh, workmen seem to be digging up the entirety of Preston at the moment and I’m caught up in two instances of roadworks on the way to and from work every day. Last night I was sat in a traffic queue, minding my own business and shuffling through my I-Poo. I was about 200 yards away from where

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-31877992255213506042007-07-15T11:34:00.001Z2007-07-15T11:46:07.853Z

You know you're having an exciting Sunday morning when your chief concern is whether it is going to rain again on your newly washed clothes. I think I may have been mumbling obscenities to the clouds in the back garden.I wonder if I'm a bad neighbour. At 4am last Friday/Saturday morning, I became obsessed in wanting to play Holland 1945. So I did. A neighbour came out and stared at Liam and

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-81129568208154768032007-05-11T20:27:00.000Z2007-05-11T20:39:33.275Z

Aw man, I've eaten way too much. I may actually die. Die from food.I'm having a quiet night in, which is a nice change because things are a bit too hectic at the moment. There is too much to do!The computer has died (this is the laptop) which has sadly lost all my emails from over the years, but luckily i've salvaged my indietron code, pictures and the like. I'd have been pissed if I'd lost all

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-6003737760290520052007-04-13T14:52:00.001Z2007-04-13T14:52:49.916Z

Hotels often have a selection of films that you can watch for an extortionate fee in your hotel room. And, yeah, they cater for the adult market. They know that a big market for a faceless Trusthouse SleepyTravelInnLodge is the travelling businessman, and that as they usually travel alone that they might be spending the evening on their own, sat in their hotel room craving human company.So, what

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-78508174191899184862007-04-12T21:09:00.000Z2007-04-12T21:10:59.290Z

Tuesday night’s Life On Mars was fantastic. I had no idea how it would end, even though I’d trawled forums looking for little hints. I was glad I didn’t find anything as however much I hate waiting for things, sometimes a surprise is nice.Especially when it is a slightly ambiguous surprise.The forums I read (stop judging me) were full of theories at the end of it, but virtually all were some way

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-6543589890945577812007-04-10T21:15:00.001Z2007-04-10T21:16:07.477Z

Life On Mars just made me cry

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-64850753397793409152007-04-09T15:32:00.000Z2007-04-09T15:33:17.871Z

The worst computer game I ever bought was ‘House Decorator 2000’. It is so rubbish that it isn’t even played on a computer, it’s played in a house. And it costs a lot more than your standard computer game.I played a new level of the game today called ‘Kitchen Floor’. Do you remember those games were you had to push blocks onto targets, but had to ensure that you didn’t get the blocks trapped in a

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-87255554846646758222007-03-26T17:49:00.000Z2007-03-26T17:53:03.322Z

I was so tired last night that I went to bed at 9:30. As I lay there wondering why the sleep monster hadn’t come for me, I couldn’t help but stare at a star out of the window (as opposed to the stars I see inside all the time). This star was twinkling like mad and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It made me feel quite insignificant but really glad that I’d managed to spawn the whole being alive

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-50734029682459136892007-03-20T18:08:00.000Z2007-03-20T18:09:10.511Z

I have killed. I have these blights on my soul, things that give me nightmares and never let me rest. I don’t know if confessing will help but I’m hoping they will. I need to sleep at night. These aren’t my only crimes but they are the ones that claw at me in the night, dragging me deeper into my own personal hell. Please forgive me.1. I used to play Rollercoaster Tycoon. One Sunday I made this

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-91742281491634556042007-03-20T07:31:00.000Z2007-03-20T07:34:00.564Z

I watched Channel 4’s ‘100 Greatest Stand-Up Comedians Of All Time’ last night. I didn’t mean to, but I’d developed Bell’s Palsy and found that I couldn’t change channel using my face controlled remote control. It’s my own fault, I should use a hand-based remote like everyone else, but I had become enchanted by this remote control that looked like a harmonica and changed channels based on the

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-273165472046442312007-03-17T09:02:00.001Z2007-03-17T09:02:41.793Z

I was watching a documentary last night about a blind man who climbed Everest. Now, I’m not even going to go into how and why he did it, there was something else though that it triggered in my brain.When you watch something like this then you’re pretty sure how it’ll end. And it did end like you’d expect, with a blind man stood at the top of the world, whilst everyone else was tearful and full of

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-57985500454078889652007-03-11T09:22:00.000Z2007-03-11T09:29:00.428Z

As the ascent of Bowfell has been scuppered by the crappy weather, I thought I'd use my early start to get some jobs done round the house, like maybe I should finally put up the fucking toilet roll holder. Or, ya know, maybe I could kick-on with some of the creative projects I'm doing at the moment.Instead I'm sat reading various comedy pages on the internet, such as the Adam Buxton page. I also

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-34552671214947635702007-02-28T20:05:00.000Z2007-02-28T20:08:02.947Z

http://www.speedtest.net/result/92634299.png

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-65144188420981566832007-02-23T20:50:00.000Z2007-02-23T20:53:20.144Z

I’ve started to remember my dreams. Yeah, this might not seem remotely noteworthy to goddamn dream-remembers like you lot, but for me the ability to recollect dreams the day after is a new thing.In the past I didn’t forget every single one, but I can probably only recall dreams once every couple of months. Usually I wake up with a confused feeling or a sinking feeling in my stomach without any

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1168895268081275182007-01-15T21:06:00.000Z2007-01-15T21:07:48.100Z

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1167863825417518142007-01-03T22:36:00.000Z2007-01-03T22:37:05.443Z

So, what did I make of it?First thing to note is that the episode was written by Amy Jenkins. Even though she created This Life and her writing isn’t particularly bad, she was never my favourite writer on the series (that would be the fantastic Richard Zajdlic). Her writing sometimes strays into territory she isn’t comfortable with (e.g. Egg’s love for football in series 1) and usually touches

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1167767256915067292007-01-02T19:47:00.000Z2007-01-02T19:47:36.936Z

I get addicted easily, be it to TV programmes, a particular album, person, comedian or whatever. I’ve always been like that and hopefully will forever. It can be maddening when the addiction is over a person, sickening when it concerns gambling or monumentally time-wasting when it centres around comedians or TV programmes. Yet it feels fantastic to be passionate about something.The one TV

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1166892836281475782006-12-23T16:46:00.000Z2006-12-23T16:55:41.780Z

1. Camera Obscura – Let’s Get Out Of The CountryReview2. Guillemots – Through The WindowpaneReview3. Love Is All – Nine Times That Same SongReview4. The Lovely Feathers – Hind Hind LegsPoppy oddity that manages to cram more styles, hooks and coolness into each song than many bands manage over a whole career. Canadian.5. The Hidden Cameras - AwooSecond Canadian entry in the top ten, and another

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1165566836563664792006-12-07T13:23:00.000Z2006-12-11T20:30:23.260Z

We were talking yesterday about the medicinal properties of chillies. I always find spicy food helps in getting rid of a hangover – it helped on Sunday – and others believe that they can be used in alleviating cold symptoms. Then somebody brought up that there was some medicinal evidence that chillies can reduce cancerous tumours. Is this a widely known fact?If not then I have an idea how me can

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1164296561528923292006-11-23T15:42:00.000Z2006-11-23T15:43:02.690Z

After about 15 minutes of floating around in the bath last night I got bored of blowing bubbles with the bath water – and a man who is bored of blowing bubbles in bathwater is surely bored of life – and turned to reading the back of the Radox bottle instead. It wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever read but was at least better than the Harry Hill book. And the last Nick Hornby book. And the last Mil

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1162245099165127572006-10-30T21:51:00.000Z2006-10-30T21:51:39.183Z

I didn’t mean to watch The Royle Family. I’d got in just before 9 and switched the TV on but hadn’t bothered to change channels as I had a washing machine to fill.But when it started I was partly intrigued. I’d heard that Caroline Aherne had gone a bit “curly-wurly cuckoo”, so I watched the first couple of minutes wondering if there would be any outward sign of this. I don’t know what I was

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1161338804715102022006-10-20T10:05:00.000Z2006-10-20T10:07:29.446Z

At the top of Aqueduct Street sits a funeral home. Now, like many businesses it has windows, but unlike most businesses it is hard to show what the company is offering. I think people would be spooked out by a funeral home that showed some of the coffins it was offering, unless it was near Halloween, in which case I think it would be kind of fun if they rigged up a mechanism that opened and

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1135092696240542922005-12-20T15:29:00.000Z2005-12-20T15:31:36.260Z

My first record of the year lists were made on nexus in the music section. They are probably lost for ever but I pretty much remember every single record in them. A couple of others are missing due to email deletion, but I can remember the top two or three in each year without fail. It has always been a top ten, however good or bad the year has been. Not this year though, oh no sirree…I'm going

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1134942928779725382005-12-18T21:55:00.000Z2005-12-18T21:57:18.390Z

I AM A GOLDEN POKER GOD!Since the swap from hand play to tournament play I have become KING OF THE KINGS, ACE OF THE ACES, SEVEN EIGHT NINE! YOWEE!

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1134080522080347292005-12-08T22:17:00.000Z2005-12-08T23:43:34.416Z

Kings In My PocketKilled By Ace On The RiverKnifed Through The Shitbox

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1133909406799241542005-12-06T22:44:00.000Z2005-12-06T22:50:06.810Z

As well as filling the part of me that needs to gamble, online poker is worth its weight in hard cash. I've played almost a dozen times now and have only failed to make the money once. If you possess a sound logic then may I recommend it as a hobby?Even half lashed (as I am tonight) I found it rather easy to stay ahead of the nobbos and only poor luck prevented me from finishing top of the tree.

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1133371151564173762005-11-30T17:18:00.000Z2005-11-30T17:19:11.566Z

Bored office discussion topic of the afternoon has been the TV quiz Bullseye. Mostly it was just an excuse for Paul to bring out some more of his piss-poor impressions, but then somebody enquired as to what Jim Bowen was doing now.Chris responded and said he's been sacked from Radio Lancashire for making some sort of racist remark to a guy on-air. He didn't know exactly what had been said so

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1133281254576126152005-11-29T00:37:00.000Z2005-11-30T17:18:34.676Z

I've just been reading about George Best…it's hard to read about anything else in the newspapers at the moment, especially in the sport sections. The fall-out from the weekend seems to be dragging on, when a minute silence involving Leeds and one at Man City V Liverpool degenerated into shouting and some booing. Now, I'd never boo a minute silence and recognise that George Best was a great

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1132996345138275352005-11-26T09:04:00.000Z2005-11-26T09:12:25.160Z

I've thought of the very worst film/music match up that you could have.Can you image if when Spielberg was making Schindlers List he'd decided that the musical score came from Jools Holland and his Rythym & Blues Orchestra.Why would someone form a band with all the worst instruments ever invented and then play a piano in the worst way imaginable on top of it? Yeah, I fucking love honky-tonk piano

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1132530888069450852005-11-20T23:54:00.000Z2005-11-20T23:54:48.086Z

tonight i went to church

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1132361175734919352005-11-19T00:45:00.000Z2005-11-19T00:46:15.743Z

tonight i found religion

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1131551905421422002005-11-09T15:57:00.001Z2011-02-05T10:16:51.463Z

I can see Terry looking over. Yeah, okay, my lunch has stretched on for quite some time but I've had a lot to do. I can't take this paper home to read this evening because I have things to do this evening, so it has to be read now. Not only do I have to read all four sections of The Guardian but I need to do the quick crossword, the Sudoku and the Kakuro. They were easy today, which is lucky as I

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1130326961699873562005-10-26T11:41:00.001Z2011-02-05T10:17:22.683Z

It isn't. I don't spend all my life sat at this desk though it feels like it on some days. Like today. I actually feel mildly hungover and I just want to go home. Work takes about 40 hours of week away and there are far better things I could be doing to piss away this crazy little thing called life.Here are several things which are quite clearly better uses of time than designing aircraft fuel

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OMG, I just bought the Warriors game for the PS2. I've been looking forward to this since I first heard about it (I've loved the film since I was a nipper) and just reading the manual has almost aroused me.Bring it on!

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I'm tired. It's night shifts again this week, and the steady drop off in hours spent asleep during the week has seen my energy levels drop to zero tonight. My emotions are all over the place as well, and I think I could end up chucking a computer into a bunny rabbit's face. Listening to Godspeed whilst reading a New Scientist article about loop quantum theory isn't helping either. I should stop

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KidsKids 2

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I don't enjoy spending 37 hours a day (plus travelling time) stuck at work. I'm not alone, and if you have a job that you enjoy then I'm slightly envious. Still, my job is better than it was at the start of the year.At the start of 2005 I was effectively demoted. Our team was downsized and I was stripped of the responsibilities I had. We had a new boss who took on all the duties of our old boss,

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Franz Ferdinand. Louis XIV. The Douglas Baader-Meinhof Group. It seems that groups nowadays are looking towards figures from history as inspiration for band names. Therefore, I would like to add a few to the melting pot -- John The Baptist- Anne Hathaway- Oppenheimer (has that been taken?)- The Martin Bormann Project- Ted RogersHmm, Rob on our team has just given me a bag of chillies. They're

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There are many things I dislike about this country. One positive about Britain though is the fact that you don't feel that Mother Nature is out to get you. We don't get extremes of weather. We don't have hurricanes like those poor people (in both interpretations, hey Kanye?) in New Orleans had to endure, the temperature doesn't do extremes either way, and generally we get a decent mixture of

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During the drive back from Birmingham on Saturday night, I asked Paul to pull over so I could take an emergency call of nature. He stopped next to a slope of trees and bushes, and I decided that to conceal myself that I should plough some distance into the middle of it before I rid myself of all the booze I'd consumed.Today I look like a werewolf has attacked me; my right arm has about a dozen

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Like Richard Herring, I was a bit too excited about the re-launch of The Guardian on Monday. What they've done is chop it down in size. Not to the sluttish size of a tabloid, but to something rather respectable and refined. They call it a 'Berliner'.Anyway, my only complaint about the paper is that I can never read all of it in my extended lunchtimes, especially on a day when a lot has happened.

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I'd started writing a blog on Monday morning to take my mind off the cricket, which was taking place in my ears. It didn't work though and I abandoned it for nervously twitching and spinning my cricket stress-ball over and over in my hands. As soon as I could I abandoned work for going home and watching it on the TV. Radio is scarier than the TV, as the first indication you get that anything as

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I know it's Friday but did you have a nice weekend? I saw you in town actually and thought you were looking good. Have you had your hair done? It suits you. I like those trainers as well. Very flash. What's that? How much? Blimey, a bargain! Let me know next time you go there.I had quite a nice weekend, thanks for asking.I attended a wedding party for my cousin (she got married abroad) in

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i am an indie snob!How indie are you? test by ridethefaderYou're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity. You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.

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I seem to have some desire to prove myself wrong all the time.I wrote the blog last night about the lack of sleep on night shifts and appeared to have irritated the part of my subconscious that wants to make me look an idiot and show that I don't know anything. Usually I have about three of four hours sleep during the morning; this isn't enough, yet I am used to not getting enough sleep and seem

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The nightshift. Grafting under the stars.I'm working nights this week. It is now 4:41. I've missed a nights sleep, but am still going along quite strongly, powered on a vegetarian cottage pie and about two litres of orange juice. At about 10am my blood sugar level will crash and I'll wake with a start. I'll want some fizzy goodness to take away the craving. I'll go and retrieve the charcoal

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I seem to be ill again. I have more than my fair share of sickness. My throat is sore, my bones ache and I'm listless.It's undoubtedly nothing more than a cold, yet I don't understand why I get them all the time. I'm not skipping meals and living solely off crisps anymore (sadly), I can run 4km in around 18 minutes at the gym (though my times have lessened off lately as I haven't been going as

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Last nights The Mighty Boosh was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen on a TV set.

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My bones ache today. I feel like I've been tenderised by a hundred miniature hammers. My head is also complaining about the lack of sleep. If I was at home then it would feel like a warm hug tempting me into unconsciousness and I could snore and drool away the day on the sofa. Yet, because of the annoying bank holiday arrangements here, I am at work. Even though bank holidays are often tedious

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Even though the band I want to see the most are playing today, as well as the ‘Fucking Pixies’, I think Saturday may actually be the worst day, especially when looked at in depth rather than highlights. There is certainly very little I’ve been looking forward to in the afternoon anyway.When we saw Cinerama in London a few years ago I thought it was cool that the audience was largely made up by

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I’ve never been at a festival where rain has made a difference to proceedings, which I guess is quite an achievement considering the British summer. I remember torrential rain during the sets of Muse and the Foo Fighters at Reading in 2002, but the ground was rock-hard and it soaked it up. The weather has been Autumnal all week, occasional sunny intervals interspersed with malevolent looking

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Marie put this on her blog, which she copied from Dave's blog. The idea is to list the next ten records played by your mp3 player/computer jukebox or whatever when it's on random. I'm bored at work so here goes…Go Tell The World - Joy ZipperI heart the Joy Zipper. They are one of my favourites, and this is one of the standout tracks on their latest album The Heartlight Set.Goodnight - IdlewildI

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The Cherry Seinfeld1 measure vodka1 measure tequilacheery coke to tasteit's fucking foul.

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The Brian BlessedGordons GinFive Alive to taste.Can somebody try it?

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Hello.Does this work?My piss poor knowledge of web design has led me to believe that this may look utter bobbins under various web browsers or resolutions?If it looks really wrong in any way (bar my odd choice of colours), can somebody let me know? Chars.

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This all seemed worthwhile an hour ago.

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Does Love Piss

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I Used To Be Carried In The Arms Of Cheerleaders1999 was a piss-poor year for records. I remember having to compile my top ten records of the year list and finding it difficult coming up with over 5 albums that I liked. For an album to get in the top ten in 1999, I had to have tolerated it and to have listened more than once.I adored 13 by Blur (their best album in my opinion), but that was about

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Game of choice has moved from CIV 3 to The Sims 2. It's pretty much like the first one, but with better graphics and some tweaking of the game engine. What I have noticed is that there seems to be rather a lot of sex in it. Each character has some desires that he wants to fulfil in a day, and my character (Chester Winkywash) on one day wanted toa) Make-out with a Sim called Ninab) Have woohoo

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I was idly flicking with the remote last night and came across 'The Day After' on the sci-fi channel. My god that's a badly made film. Watching the badly acting eighties people being turned to gas by atomic bombs (which apparently makes you briefly glow red and show off your skeleton to the world before vanishing), I couldn't help but chuckle. I don't think that was what the makers of the film

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Good For No-OneIt's the day of our union general meeting. It's what I pay my union fees for. We get a trip to Blackpool to listen to some people drone on about things which don't concern me. I'll report back later in the blog, when I've actually been. It's 8 am you see, and I haven't gone yet. Still, I get paid for doing something that isn't software testing, so I can't complain.I made sure I was

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RIP Chester.I hate it when my favourites die. Responsibility is a terrible thing sometimes.

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Royyyyyyyyy! This is the blog title and is in bold to denote this.I may have a sandwich for lunch. The sandwich will consist of some sort of bread. Probably white bread, yet there are many more varieties of bread. Maybe it will be brown bread or some sort of wholemeal affair. The bread will probably have margarine on it. I'd prefer a lighter spread but it will probably be a bulk-buy cheapo

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A job that slowly kills youThis isn't good.I've finally moved desk and I can't say I'm enjoying my new surroundings. Here are some of the problems I'm having.1. I'd sat at my last desk for over 6 years and had become used to pretty much everything about it. I'd developed the ability to sense when people were approaching me from behind. I've only been sat at my new desk for a couple of hours and

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Every man would love to have a volleyball as a friendToday marks the last day I will be sitting at this desk at work, the desk from which I've written most of this rubbish. I've been sat here since December 1998 (not all the time, I do go home in the evening and at weekends), and clearing out my drawer (and all the other cupboards I've filled with my rubbish) has revealed that I may be a

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097847846401371531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5309639.post-1118145116331810112005-06-07T11:51:00.002Z2011-02-05T10:23:15.149Z

We've got a new health & safety inspector in our building. It is quite possibly the worst person it could be, a jobsworth middle-aged woman whose previous role seemed to consist in nagging people about the state of their office, refusing to allow non-execs to book hire cars and meeting rooms, and generally abusing her role as head of the building.Well, it's nice to see the new role hasn't gone to

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Tortoise 76I dreamt a joke last night. Well, it was more of an "amusing" statement than a joke with a punchline. It isn't funny at all, but I'm intrigued that my subconscious was attempting to be funny. And failed.In the dream, I was in a swimming pool with a few people that I know. For some reason I said the following…'I feel really sorry for female spiders, imagine how much they'd have to spend

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I'll leave you with a story…There was this man who sold air-conditioning units. He was the best salesman his company had; he took great pride in his work and loved to make a sale.Then one day he was sent by the MD of his company "Airtech UK" to a conference in Cornwall. It was a long drive from his office near Colchester but it was an exciting opportunity for the company. Major suppliers such as

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bah, more corruption.

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I Spilled Someone's Blood, I Broke Someone's Heart Again, Someone You Know, You're Looking At Him My FriendThanks for the pointer that my blog had corrupted. That's the second time that particular post has gone like that, it did it the other day and dumped somebody elses blog all over what I wrote. I wouldn't have minded so much, but scanning it I saw the phrase "but we love Jews really" in the

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well that was just fucking ludicrous.

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L-I-V, E-R-P, Double O-L, Liverpool FCIf this were the olden days then there would be a good chance of poo appearing in my breeches. Alas, it isn't and I don't own any breeches. Instead, I am in danger of doing a poo in my (checks) Marks & Spencers underwear. I'm not telling you what type and colour, you fucking perverts!The reason for this is that tonight Liverpool FC play AC Milan in the final

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I am ill; I think I have the flu.You could use me to power Preston, with the heat I'm giving off.Poor Glenn.

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The Decline of Glenn Blog Power…MaybeI think it's best that I keep things flippant on here. It won't improve matters if I'm serious, argumentative and pious.I've already kept back parts of this blog since Monday. Some of it has been deleted, as events have superseded the need to say what I was going to. I don't want to appear insouciant, and all of what I write is irrelevant in the grand scheme

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No Cuss Words Were Harmed In The Following PostI apologise for my sweary ranting last night. I get like that sometimes.I blame many factors. Not me though. No, I definitely don't have a personality prone to swearing and fits of anger. That’s not the Glenn I know and feel slightly ambivalent about.I'd been drinking Cornish cider - or 'zider' as I so hilariously called it all last weekend. Booze,

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Score!I can go to bed now as I've found out that Cleveleys doesn't have to be destroyed.

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BottleI lost my bottle. I went along intending to vote Liberal Democrat. I disagree with so much of what this government stands for. I wanted to lodge my complaint about the war in Iraq, the introduction of tuition fees, and numerous other reasons which I feel as a betrayal of the roots of the labour party.Roots. They were a big part of why I lost my bottle. I stared at the ballot paper blankly.

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This Is The News!Here are two news stories, which tickled me today…Free SnakeCock Locked & Ready To RockAnd now a commercial break…I've mentioned before that I like 'things'. They are smashing. I have quite a few 'things' but probably my favourite is the Cannon Powershot A80. I bought one about a year ago, had a quick skim through the manual and considered myself an expert on using it. It's a

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What was that pool game called?The intercyberweb has changed the world in many ways.Pornography probably being one of the biggest.I was just wondering across to Spar to pick up some milk for our work brew gang and saw a top shelf magazine on the ground, it's pages fluttering in the light breeze. Like a cheap whore it was revealing its wares on the street to passers-by. You don't see many porno

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Today is St. George's day, the patron saint of England.What isn't widely known is that St. George is also the saint of Kerplunk, Dusty Springfield and being lost on an A-road but finding an old map in the boot of your car.Happy being lost on an A-road day! Check for a map in your boot.

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I'd Like To Stab People Who Talk AT Gigs In The Neck. With A Knife.When you go to one of the Academy venues in Manchester you invariably end up with a flyer listing the gigs which are on in Manchester for the forthcoming months. Bar for the obvious reason of finding out who is on and where, you also get to roughly find out whether a band is on its way up or slowly fading away to inevitable

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Paula Gone Done A WhoopsieDid you see the London marathon on Sunday? About twenty miles into it, Paula Radcliffe stopped and crouched over at the side of the road. At first people thought that the leading female marathon runner in the world had a muscle problem.No. Paula Radcliffe had stopped to go to the toilet. But, she didn't go to one of the portaloos dotted around the cousre, she just

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Who should I vote for?Your expected outcome:Liberal DemocratYour actual outcome: Labour 18Conservative -51 Liberal Democrat 62UK Independence Party -12 Green 21You should vote: Liberal DemocratThe LibDems take a strong stand against tax cuts and a strong one in favour of public services: they would make long-term residential care for the elderly free across the UK, and scrap

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There's a review of Band Of Brothers on Amazon which I really like, both for what it says and the way it is written.An impressively rigorous, unsentimental, and harrowing look at combat during World War II, Band of Brothers follows a company of airborne infantry--Easy Company--from boot camp through the end of the war. The brutality of training takes the audience by increments to the even greater

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