tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79737962011-08-21T14:21:23.150+01:00This may turn out to be something entertaining. Or it may fall flat on it's arse like a duck on an ice rink. It <i>could</i> become a window into my soul, I suppose. Although I don't really subscribe to all that hippy crap, so I doubt it.Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.comBlogger2771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1168311543166469512007-01-09T02:57:00.000Z2007-01-09T02:59:03.206Z

I have moved this old clonky blog to somewhere else that is more shiny, and has special buttons that pleases the child in me, and so makes me more enthused to post.It is here:http://badgertastic.vox.com/Feel free to come on over, should there be any stragglers here, after I forgot to update here for nigh on three months.....Oops.

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I am going to give this thing run for a while. I am always one to adopt new stuff (after sitting and lurking for a while) and the ability to leave private posts for people (allowing me to give information pertaining to real life stuff to my friends) is pretty good, I reckon.So. There is a post there now which, oddly and appropriately enough, tells of my impending move again.This time, folks, it

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sk8terboi Originally uploaded by ellipse.This is me bustin' some moves in the LA subs, man.Yeah.(any accusations of the use of trick photography or potatoshop will be looked upon rather dimly, and there is every chance of a frown...)

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They spelt 'legs' wrong. Originally uploaded by Brock.I got this fortune cookie the other day.How much funnier (and true) would it have been if they had spelt it right? After all, doors pretty much always need keys...

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As I am writing this, I am sitting at the airport, trawling through all the pictures I took on my 8 day trip to San Diego, Los Angeles and San Francisco. It'll be an interesting change to go back to somewhere with only one name.I took, including all the multiple "keep the best one of these" shots, over 1000 pictures. In just seven days (I haven't taken any of my flight back yet). I sense

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So. I was supposed to meet someone during my trip to San Francisco today (more of which later) but she didn't manage to make it. I sent her a text to ask what happened, and this is the reply I got:"Sorry, sucked into a (work related reference) goat fuck. Treading water."Awesome. Made me laugh lots...

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I sometimes wonder why I don't get punched (or shot, now I am in the US of Guns) through my habit of saying random things that pop into my head. I say stuff to complete strangers just because it makes me laugh when I think of it. I have a few examples (both involving women, it has just occurred to me. That is actually just coincidence).First one (today):I am sitting at the bar, waiting for my

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George from Heaven. Originally uploaded by Brock.The card is so hard to read (it was dark in the restaurant when took the picture), but it was mainly so I would remember to mention this guy, rather than through any attempt for you to read the card.He is a taxi driver in Charlotte, North Carolina. He is a very jolly, constantly chuckling black guy from Ghana, with a consequently very distinctive

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RECT WITH EAR HNDL M Originally uploaded by Brock.I nearly dissolved into a sniggering fit when this came up as the last item for the customer in front of me, the other day. I was at a (very) small town shop getting some water for the drive home and had to take a picture of the display - I even managed to do it sufficiently stealthily that no-one noticed me and accused me of being a terrorist or

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Flickr introduced Geotagging today.Awesome.Although I have some fairly definite ideas on releasing too much information as to my whereabouts and movements (no, not those ones), I do like the fact that I can share the locations of my silly perambulations with you.There is one flaw, however, you need to copy and paste the geolocation into Google Earth (the flickr one runs of Yahoo maps) to see much

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100_0048Originally uploaded by cojchurch. Yes, folks. I can't believe it is actually true, but someone has made a kids inflatable slide out of the Titanic sinking.Allow me to remind you all that the sinking took the lives of 1490 people. Yet someone decided that it would be fun to slide down it. Do they, I wonder, hold the kids heads under some water for 20 minutes for added realism? Perhaps

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Marvellous. As soon as I plan to travel back to England, there is a security alert.Fuckflaps.I have decided to fly back next Thursday (arriving Friday morning) for a week and this has created some turmoil in my decision process. With all this talk of having to put everything electronic in the hold, do I take my MacBook? I have seen the gorillas that load and unload the planes, and the best

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Oooops. At 0130 this morning on the way back from a night out in Atlanta, I pass a Police car sat on the hard shoulder of the Interstate. All it's lights were off and he was just sat there.Well. Until I went honking past him at warp factor 5 he was, anyway. As I was standing the van on its nose, his headlights came on, and about 30 seconds later everything turns all red and blue. Damn, but his

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No, not a teen band post, this refers to getting caught doing things that are illegal.Work is slow at present. The car that we are supposed to be getting ready to race is away getting a new body put on it, and the engine and gearbox are also away being done, so we have little to do. We have painted the workshop floor (twice), cleaned out and fixed up any of the pit trolleys that need attention

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It's all gone a bit wrong.Macbook Pro: 1: Horrid whistling from front left - potentially diagnosed as needing a new logic board (5-7 days away for repair).2: As I was, rather ironically, on the phone to the Apple repair centre to report this - I was waiting in the queue for them to answer - my battery shat it's pants. Total loss of 1/4 power in less than a second. After I plugged AC power in, it

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Fuck me. It's like a different language or something. I haven't felt so dumb since I first started to use Windows back in the dark ages.My pride and previous level of knowledge (higher than I thought it was, now the differences in teh two systems are being made patently clear) means that I will be stuck dicking around on here for ages, as even not knowing the right keyboard shortcuts is pissing

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Fuck it. I'm going to buy a Macbook Pro (15"). I'm going to see about it tomorrow and maybe get it from the shop near me or online depending on the various deals available. The shit battery and constant fucking around of my laptop has killed my enjoyment of it off entirely. Reboot that, you pile of fetid donkey cock.I'm thinking about getting this oneTell me what else I should consider. The

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Well, it was always going to happen.I may have mentioned my Julio, the fuckwitted mate of mine, who bought a house as a project to do up. Well, after having a few minor disasters inside, he started the garden the other day, and I have got the following text messages from him:"Started the garden! Mini diggers are great!!!"I wanted to be there when he did the garden, as I have always wanted to play

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There was no breakfast at the hotel, one morning. I asked why and was told it was because someone had driven through the window into the kitchen.Er. What?Apparently, a 16 year old girl had gone out to move her mum's car and put it in reverse instead of drive. Standing on the throttle at that stage was a bad thing, as you can see...No-one was injured, but some fat people went without breakfast, so

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I took Fabrice to a "great bar", as I explained it, to watch teh final of the world cup. I neglected to tell him that it was an Italian bar, and that it would be full of Italian supporters. He had to sit there being glum while they all ran around outside with their flags and hanging out of the top of Fiat 500s.No, really. They had two proper old (1960's) Fiat Cinquecentos and they had two people

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Some things at the baseball game struck me as odd, and I meant to talk about them: Who needs a hotdog/soft drink that big? Why are you all making random noises at the tops of your voices, despite me seeing no discernable activity to warrant it?Why do you keep slapping each other's hands in the air? What the fuck did you do to be congratulated? - You're in the crowd!But the one that I found most

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Fabrice, John and I went to watch a baseball game today; the Atlanta Braves against the St Louis Cardinals at Atlanta. It was actually really enjoyable, although I am not all that sure if it was due to most of the evening not really being about the baseball. We bought the cheapest seats ($5) and just watched the game from the balcony of the bar, so most of the time I was struggling to learn the

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I went to the huge Aquarium in Atlanta yesterday. I love aquariums, and I'll have to go back. Particular highlights were the Beluga whales and the massive main tank. It has a great big window - the second largest viewing window in the world - so I took some video of it: More photo's are available in the set on flickr.

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I am off to the house that the boys from work are sharing, now. I'm actually going there specifically to watch football.Now this is, to say the least, rather out of character, but allow me to explain further. It isn't actually the football I am interested in as such, although I do care about the outcome. It's more that Fabrice (the french mechanic from work) is living there, and he does care a

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Travelling with glamour on VimeoThe morning after I recorded the above video (I was playing with the compact video setting on my new camera), I stumbled down to breakfast. A bit late and trying to get some coffee and something approximating breakfast to eat (american budget/roadside hotel breakfasts, in the main, suck Donkey cock). As I was trying to wake up enough to remember if it was the big

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It is taking me too long to get around to a decent post, so I shall slap some of the stuff that I have remembered down in a shortened form:1: Weird and freaky things that have happened to me:I was watching TV just before going out, and Batman Begins was on. "Oh, I haven't seen this" thought I, after about 20 minutes watching it. "It's a shame I am going out, I'd have liked to see the rest of this

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After the last race in Cleveland, I decided to come back in the Truck with John, rather than in the crewbus. Partly because it had a bed in it so I could get some much needed sleep, but also because the crazy dangerous frenchman was driving the crewbus, and I didn't want to die.The journey took the best part of 14 hours over two days, and we were bored. This was in one of those moments where I

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There were a fair few delays getting away from Portland (we nearly missed our connection at Vegas, and this was the view back down the taxi way as we started to line up for departure. One of those rare times when I have all of the following occur:1: I see something and think "Oooh, that looks cool".2: I make the leap to "that would make a great picture"3: I have my camera with me and accessible4:

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So much has happened in the last week, it is difficult to know where to start. I have been giggling to myself on many occasions, and noting down stuff to write about on my journey and the ensuing exposure to america in all it's glory/non-glory.So I shall start with some things, and let it go on from there:I'm knackered. Totally. The day I flew turned into a 21 hour day by the time I'd booked in

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From me. To me.I have wanted an iPod for ages, but haven't had either the money, or the projected usage to justify it. Now I will be flying on average once a week for the next three months, I think the time has come. I even bought the little docking station thing so that I can have music in my room, and so stop having to watch the shit on the TV just to stop being bored...Although I did get a $50

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I'm here, it's fucking hot, and the first thing I did when I got my bags,was hear a tannoy announcement for "Passenger Hightower".Surreal.Also, I have had to learn to make an effort to say "thank -you" instead of"cheers", as the americans appear to have no fucking idea what thatmeans...(reposted because it failed...)

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Well, then. I am at Gatwick. Ignore the fact that I told some of you I was flying from Heathrow. I thought I was too until I got there and the bloke at the information desk pointed out I was at the wrong place. Feckin internet booking. I asked for as flight from Heathrow, and it gave me one from Gatwick. Probably should have checked, mind you. What a twat. Still, we managed to get to Gatwick (

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Just a few odds and ends now - the rubbish and the Jaffa cakes from the table, then I am off into the wide blue yonder - or at least to my Dad's for the night.I'm running late (shocker) and just have to pack my router and my laptop and get in the car after locking up. I am hot, sweaty and knackered from cleaning the entire flat, as it is pretty warm today. However, I hear a rumour that Gerogia is

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Ok. All my stuff (pretty much) has been taken by myself, Scott and Julio in a van to my Dad's house today (there was slightly more than I estimated, but hey, he'll live). It has been along and sweaty day, but ended rather well. Knackering.I even managed to get enough done before the weekend to have two evenings and a dayon the piss with various people (managing to tie it in with various moving

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Most of the way there Originally uploaded by Brock.I still have the HI-fi and the TV to pack up, and the stuff that I am actually taking (none of the stuff you see - just a couple of suitcases, some tools and the laptop basically).Hectic. But I have got the full deposit back from my flat and not had to pay a months notice, so that is pretty jammy...Tired, though. Lot of work done yesterday. All

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Right then. This may be a bit of a bombshell for you all, but I'm moving to America. Soon. Like really soon.I applied for a job a few weeks ago, and had heard nothing and pretty much gave up on it. Then after a call the other day, I got a job offer through on e-mail last night. I was pissed when I read it first time (just got back from the pub, as it happens) so got up this morning half thinking

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Extreme Will's boat on VimeoA friend of mine has recently, and sadly, put his boat up for sale. As a bit of a farewell, I am posting this clip of the sound of the engine while sitting in the marina. It has a 5.7 litre marinised small block chevy in it, and goes, at the last count "Fucking fast". I think he got about 40mph in it, which is bloody quick for a boat. All engineer and car types will

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I nearly died a horrible death today. I was nearly squashed by this car. It was up on Axle stands back where it is in that shot, but rather foolishly not the shiny yellow ones you see there, but some older ones. Shittier ones, in fact. That I no longer have much affection for.I was working right under the back axle replacing the main pivot bush and link arms for the Watts linkage (the car is live

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Writing with fire on VimeoThe maximum amusement available from writing in the air with sparklers is achieved with a camera with a long exposure.It is only enjoyed in its purest form, however, when one writes something profane. The result of all this frivolity is here: This time Tin kept it in the frame. Beautifully underlined as well.This is where it all started last year... www.flickr.com/photos

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Well, I have found another web thingy to get all fascinated with. I have been watching it for a while, and have decided that it is a 'good thing'(tm).Amusing wheel effect on VimeoWith the massively technical method of leaning out of the window and trying to point it at the rear wheel without being able to see (just playing about really) I completely randomly happened to catch Suggs doing a U-turn

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Snap on Swag Originally uploaded by Brock.It's not that I particularly wanted a Snap-on T-shirt, it's more that I feel I deserve some free stuff and that I refuse to pay for the T-shirts I wear for work. It would spoil my 100% record of free work clothing at all times...I had to hassle Rob (the Snap-on bloke) for about 10 minutes, though. They never like giving discount, never mind freebies. This

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I was being provoked in #flickr - the IRC chat channel:* Wolfsauge tries to keep silent loudly* Brock goes to stir his meatBrock: What?Brock: I'm cooking!wirehead: Brock must have to shave the hair on his palms.Brock: No, friction usually gets it offBrock: ecentuallyBrock: *eventually* Brock makes a note not to fuck up punchlines with poor typingMeer: it was still funnyBrock: Why thank you, my

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Well. That was a bit of a weekend. I went out on Friday night and ended up getting rather too merry; it was great fun. But I think I am drinking too much. Saturday was spent with a pounding headache most of the day, and my guts played me merry hell. Like I say, I had a laugh, but hangovers irritate me enormously, so I try and avoid them whenever possible. I am going to try and drink less -

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Yes, the one in this pic was a woman. She arrived this morning as I had just managed to get around her bloody car, so she got a mouthful this morning. Her "I ran out of petrol" excuse didn't cut any ice, as I pointed out the myriad of other parking spaces, including on the street:"But I might get a ticket"Me: "So? Is you getting a ticket more important than blocking my car in for 36 hours? No, it

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Inconsiderate tosser Originally uploaded by Brock.I woke up this morning to find some stupid twat parked randomly behind my car. This evening, it was still there. It was a reasonable ball ache to get past it this morning, a good couple of shuffles were required. This was not aided by the angle of the slope I park on putting the car completely in the blind spot behind the boot - handy). The

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Anyone found guilty of crimes against badgers can face a fine of thousands of pounds and a prison sentence.Damn right. And I'll kick their arses too, if I catch 'em./makes secret badger brethren sign.At least the little fella is ok.

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The Badger Sett Originally uploaded by Brock.When I saw this in the Supermarket, I laughed so loud I made the woman next to me jump...I had to buy it. I just had to. The fact it is also beer (and a nice one at that) is entirely coincidental. Honest.

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iTunes language choicesOriginally uploaded by Brock. I mean. What the hell is this all about? This is not an iTunes rant, this is an "All software written with language options, particularly the american ones" rant. Why do american software designers feel the need to add the country of origin in situations like this?"English (United States)"What? I mean, I can understand if there was proper

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Well. He didn't get it, as his wife answered the phone and thought it was someone pissing about (as IF!!!!)However, thanks to the wonders of my cordless speaker phone, my mobile, my PC/webcam and Odeo, I can bring it to you all anyway... I'm still chortling.

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I was reminded that Tom Baker now reads out the text messages should you send them to a landline. This amused me hugely (I had one arrive on Saturday - my first), so I wrote one to a friend of mine and sent it to his house:"This is the Doctor. Do you have my long scarf? I need it for a Time Lord convention, and I seem to have lost my time machine. Bugger".I've no idea if he got it, but the idea

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Just had a call from Julio. He is really the most random and disorganized person I know (he makes Salpark look like Aston, for those for whom that means something, but they are of an ilk). Imagine someone who is instantly and constantly distracted by things and who lives on their own (and so has no calming voice of reason or focus). He oscillates between being momentarily tidy and then large

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1143501125978570972006-03-27T23:37:00.000+01:002006-03-28T00:12:06.083+01:00

I went shopping on Saturday. Not only did I forget milk, loo roll, washing up liquid and coffee (those that know me well will realise what an issue this is), but I also managed to remember to buy soap.Great, you may think. Well, not exactly. I just grabbed the 4 pack of soap and didn't even look at the packaging. I only opened it today. Now I am resigned to an indeterminate length of time (about

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Every's Thang In They Boxes Be $1.00 Originally uploaded by jfhatesmustard.Genius. I often have moments when I 'enjoy' the massacre of the english language that is happening over the other side of the pond. I get irritated by the poor spelling (color versus colour, nite versus night), but this?This is just taking the piss, isn't it? Every grammar and punctuation law beaten to the floor, stamped

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I happened across this picture today, and it reminded me of something. I thought I would share it:A friend of my parents lost her cat. Her husband is a Doctor, and they have this huge old Georgian house in a small village (I think it may have once been a vicarage). Great big place it is, with about 7 bedrooms and a lovely, tree lined garden. I'm not sure if any of that (apart from the mention of

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Um. I slippedOriginally uploaded by Brock. Hmmm. It appears that old habits die hard. Due to the fact that I am in a bit of a general grump this morning, I decided I needed some therapy. So I went shopping.I never buy clothes or shoes unless absolutely necessary, so some other kind was called for. I hate clothes shopping - they are functional at best, I get no enjoyment from them really. I'd

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1142019505903203692006-03-10T19:29:00.000Z2006-03-10T19:38:25.963Z

Ah, as the old memories come flooding back, the less glamorous side of motor racing becomes brutally apparent this week.I have come home sneezing black snot from trimming carbon fibre bodywork without the right kit for dust extraction and my throat hurts from breathing it in. I am pretty knackered, and my back hurts from bending over to work on the car. I also have black fingernails and have

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1141861076782006662006-03-08T23:36:00.000Z2006-03-08T23:37:56.813Z

Ace. How is it possible to translate something that badly?Sitck with it, it get's funnier toward the end.

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I keep hearing James Blunt being played on the radio when I am working. I generally tend to make up stupid lyrics (invariably disgusting) as alternatives to the various songs to liven the day up and amuse the people working with me; usually sang at high volume in "the club style" ( thank you, Mr Vic Reeves...). Mr Blunt's current single is a different matter, however. I just can't take it

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1141772387848252562006-03-07T22:24:00.000Z2006-03-07T22:59:47.916Z

No. I'm not getting overly seasonal or getting all chocolatey. I am having a rant.DVD's. I bought it, I want to watch it, and I paid my money to see all the extra little snippets and treats that I get for buying the special edition. So why the fuck does hiding it in some obscure menu location that you have to scroll mostly off the screen to get to seem like a good idea? How the hell does making

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From a round robin type source. Utterly brilliant:video here.

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I heard the BAFTA results on the radio today.Apparently, although the British film The Constant Gardener was up for ten nominations, it only received one award. However, Brokeback Mountain managed to walk away with four.It occurred to me today that it is rather ironic that although the constant gardener was looking like the more successful, it was in fact the uphill gardener that won...Made me

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It appears I am getting old. Both in terms of my lack of tolerance and in my inability to cope with sleep deprivation. I had a fantastic weekend away with the boys (pictures available here) but I did notice, as did the others, that our previous technique of staying up until we decided it was just silly late didn't work any more. No longer is it a question of worrying about 'spoiling tomorrow' if

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Ok, imagine this scenario for me, if you would:It's 9pm Saturday, and I am getting ready to leave for the evening. I am (surprise, surprise) running a little bit late to go and watch a film at a friend of mine's. I get to the door with bottle of wine and my coat on, but then decide that, actually, I'd best have a quick crap before I go anywhere. I'm one of those people that would much rather dump

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1138550776434904322006-01-29T16:06:00.000Z2006-01-29T16:09:13.003Z

Skippy gives moustache ridesOriginally uploaded by Brock. I've decided that this picture is SO marvellous, that I am going to expose it to a larger audience.Skippy used to work with Keith and myself on a race team in Newcastle. I'm not sure whether our (hideously bad) influence broke him for ever, or whether he has always been like this, but he always made us laugh lots.I have, for reference, NO

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I received an email today out of the blue from a total stranger. She was amused at this clarification that I had posted on a public forum where people were arguing about P0rn and its definition. I'd forgotten all about it, but in case the humour stands spreading a little further, here it is:Funny Fish :A couple of weeks ago there was somewhere a conversation about whats porn and whats not....

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No, not some perverted euphamism, but a reference to the infidelity busting parrot...Top job, Ziggy. That'll learn her.

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I have been trawling Google Earth for a while (apparently the mac version is available now) and I spotted the following link on The Register.How cool is that? Catching a Lancaster in flight or, as is the case, catching THE flying Lancaster in flight. I had a look around that (crawled all over it) when I was a kid, my stepdad did some of the promotional shots during it's restoration. Fantastic

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55 Originally uploaded by stilmark.There are two reasons that I am blogging this picture:One is that it looks like a great laugh to be driving that Jetski in such surroundings and I need some cheering up with the dull and cold weather in the UK at the moment.The other is that I just can't stop myself sniggering because number 69 is being shot upwards in a cloud of white foam.Such imagery...

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I am starting to like Google video more and more.Some impressive Truck driftingalthough I'm not sure I would have parked my car on the outside of the corner while someone was doing that. A certain confidence (or stupidity) being shown there...Also, I have long had a fascination with Parkour/Parqueur since seeing the "Jump Britain" programme a while ago. That sort of agility really interests me,

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Genius disabled button Originally uploaded by Brock.This is the "call for assistance" button for the disabled at my local cinema. It is located inside the building, just past the swing of the entrance door, but about 3 feet from the ticket counter (ie within the area designated for queueing) and five feet off the floor...What the fuck were they thinking? Where was the logic? Here are the

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Ick Originally uploaded by Brock.As promised in the last entry, this is the scary trike of the bloke that lives next door to Julio.Feel free to marvel at the bravery/stupidity of some people that they would consider making/buying/riding such a hideous and clearly bloody dangerous beast.

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Is it a bad thing that I got a Christmas Card from my local Pizza parlour? Is this, perhaps, the beginnings of a hint as to my dietary deficiencies?I'm not the only one, surely. Other people must have got similar ones too...Right?

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I have spent the last few days at Julio's new house in London. All verynice, although it does need a lot of work. It had been empty for the yearbefore he got it for a steal at auction, so he has some modernising andthe like to do. Nice house and good location, though. We spent 3 harddays doing odd jobs and getting him organised so that he can live easier- fixing boilers, installing cookers,

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Everyone wonders at some point or other. Although there have been times I have explained it slightly better than this particular IM conversation:e: you still didn't answer my questione: the where-did-brock-come-from questionBrock: Oh thatBrock: I have an unhealthy obsession with badgersBrock: And brock is a male badgere: ahBrock: so it all made sense to mee: hm... how unhealthy?e: should i be

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1134134580946481662005-12-09T13:20:00.000Z2005-12-09T17:31:31.530Z

From the site that archives all the best Instant Messaging quotes:clickyMade me laugh a lot.

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The mess in my flat Originally uploaded by Brock.This just goes to prove the old (maybe) adage (possibly) that:"Nothing makes you desperately need a piss like having a couple of blokes in the bathroom re-doing the tiles around the bath for most of the afternoon".I took the picture during a break, for the pedants among you. They have just gone, and it was blessed relief, I tell you...

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Well, being as this is the 200th post on my blog, I shall make it be all high brow and include toilet humour, I reckon. I shall give a brief summary of the last few weeks and how it has culminated in some discomfort for me today:So, I go out for a night of debauchery with a couple of mates (Keith and Julio) two weeks ago on Saturday. As regular readers will have twigged by now, this got very

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Unpleasant surprises number 2356:After getting yourself a Jaffa cake out of the cupboard, you think you spy a piece of chocolate that has dropped onto the kitchen side."Ooooh, yummy. Chocolate!" You say.Only after about a second after you pop it in your mouth do you realise that it was actually a large bit of instant coffee from when you made yourself a cup a moment ago...You pull some funny

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I have decided that, due to the very up and downy and random nature/subject of my postings, that I am going to attempt (using the power of typing with my elbows and dodgy HTML skills) to put in a "Best of" of 5 or 10 of the funniest/favourite ones in the sidebar - probably above "Archive".Christ almighty that sounds wanky now I read it back. Maybe I'll call them "most enjoyable" or "least galling

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Dulcey Originally uploaded by txkimmers.This was posted with this description:"This cat has the most wonderful markings, I love the way she looks. But she is so shy...barely ever leaves the cat bed."Now, I like cats. I miss having cats, and it made me go off on one in a post in the comments. I just re-discovered it, and like it so I am going to reproduce it here for your entertainment:You need to

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A Friend of mine has been having issues with Flickr and a very slow page loading speed. So I leapt into the breach and decided to help. I have included an excerpt from the email below in case there should be any others that require my assistance.I am available for a very modest fee, and have a reasonable lead time. Feel free to contact me with any issues.I have been seeing the problems that you

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Is it a damning statement of my online life that I had to spend a considerable amount of time defending myself in a chat channel today from accusations of being a 'cheap slut'?Well. I ask you. Really.As if I could be considered 'cheap'. Well.After much maligning and underhand shots at my character, I managed to settle on, after considerable wrangling, a compromise.I am now allowed to be

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1131484847562884122005-11-08T21:20:00.000Z2005-11-08T21:20:47.583Z

Ah, but this made me laugh...

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I have, to put it mildly, entered the land of overkill.To allow me to be a lot more mobile when I eventually get off my arse and cruise the world, I have bought a laptop from a friend of mine. Although I managed to get it all wireless enabled and the like today (with the benevolence of Tin Corner's wife, who made him give me the wireless card that he desperately wanted to sell me) it is still

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1130105020602933202005-10-23T22:59:00.000+01:002005-10-23T23:03:40.603+01:00

That is twice now that I have posted a story, yet Blogger (for a logic only known to itself, no doubt) posted an earlier version with half the text missing.The bastard.It was only when I checked back before going to bed that I found out. I spent a while doing the last two posts, and generally have an attention span issue halfway through so save a draft and come back to it.However, when I press "

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It would appear, after a certain amount of research last night, that as I get older 5 hours sleep is insufficient to recover from 6 pints of Guinness and a bottle of wine when combined with staying up until 5am pissing about and playing cards. Although I very much enjoyed myself; I was in the company of two ladies, one of whom is oft referred to by her friends (when asked for a description/

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Viscious barmaid takes lump out Originally uploaded by Brock.Two of the 'inner circle' of my oldest and closest friends came up this weekend for sozzled stupidity. It was massively entertaining. We did a bit of a pub crawl and ended up in a late opening bar with live music (a truly shocking band - their rendition of a U2 song was so bad the we went and pointed and laughted at them).During our

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Sal has happened upon a 6 minute video done in a Guy Ritchie style. He blogged it in this post. It is actually really good, both as a short film, and as a piss take. Enjoy.The video is here.

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When I went to Liverpool this weekend, I stayed with a friend of mine. She is a very together kind of cookie; she's a lawyer, and deals with corporate take-overs and the like all the time. A smart girl.I was admiring her new, top floor corner penthouse, apartment (it is way too flash to be called a flat) and commenting on the hooooooge windows, the wonderful view from the balcony and the like,

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Digger generation Originally uploaded by Brock.Not that I'm childish (at all) but this made me laugh, as it looked like either it was a family of diggers playing in a sandpit, or three diggers the same size in a really deep hole...I got the giggles.The bloke in the top digger gives the driver of the middle one a lift down to his one in the mornings and at lunchtime in the bucket.How cool is that?

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I was pointed to a rather entertaining site today by Saltation. It is a site that essentially abuses you for being shit. It was pointed out in an internet forum site. The title of the post wasiBrock now available.That amused the crap out of me. Something tells me I may have a reputation for being abusive. Can't imagine why (even if I have been rather quiet of late). After all, I have been known

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Meh.Bleugh.There's something about a dog-shit internet connection that falls over every 5 minutes that really screws my desire to even sit at the computer and do all the offline stuff. Never mind all the stuff I have to do online.I have CV's to re-write, letters to draft, emails to write... etc...etcI have a few people (female!) that I would really like to write long, rambling, charming and

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1126810165022712132005-09-15T19:49:00.000+01:002005-09-15T21:50:00.873+01:00

I had a lady friend come over last night for something to eat and towatch a DVD. We are actually friends, although it is a running gag thatwe flirt outrageously. We were choosing a DVD:Her: "Well, what are we going to watch, then?" (flicks through DVDcollection)Me: "I don't mind, they're my DVD's so anything is ok by me."Her: (picking one up) "Ooooh, what about Snatch?"Me: "Well.... actually I

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1126631290126720382005-09-13T18:08:00.000+01:002005-09-15T21:40:50.820+01:00

There was a fair amount of piss taking in the office today. I thought Iwould share a couple with you all - both computer (and indeed keyboard)related, as it happens:1:Buyer (not exactly a computer whizz, and just in receipt - and in someawe - of shiny new laptop) is talking to office admin girl:"Erm..." (pokes keyboard connected to laptop) "This keyboardkeeps doing funny things, you know."Office

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The passage of stuckinessOriginally uploaded by Brock. When you are walking along the seashore, do try and be responsible. Do not, as an alternative, end up scrabbling along a cliff getting yourself further and further into the shit. Click on the picture for the full stupidity of a stubborn man who refused to be beaten by the mere sea.Until he gave up after shitting himself about falling off the

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Brock and St Michaels mountOriginally uploaded by Brock. The advent of the digital and internet age means that although the catchment area for my dull as fuck holiday snaps is much wider, the need for politely nodding, smiling and generally feigning interest as I never-endingly shove another one under your nose is eliminated, as I have no need to even be there should you decide to look through

Brockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00153795259409365911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973796.post-1125080863905335282005-08-26T19:12:00.000+01:002005-08-26T19:28:34.526+01:00

Just been looking at the map and trying to judge if the guff that the AA routeplanner has come out with is sensible or not. It seems to be, sadly. I do so love to call things like that stupid."Why the hell would you go that way? STUPID website/program".It appears that it is 212 miles from my house to the camp-site, the AA think that it will take me 4 hrs 59 minutes to get there (Google maps

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Lots of crapOriginally uploaded by Brock. I am getting ready to go camping in Cornwall tomorrow morning. I want to leave at about 5 at the latest (probably earlier) so that I can have a nice drive down there. I am going on my own, so the idea of sitting in traffic jams (it's Bank Holiday weekend) with no one to talk to will send me skewy. And I want to make the best of my holiday and all

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The definition thereof:Think to self "Oooh, I know what I fancy..."Walk to fridge.Rummage in freezer compartment for ice cube bags thingy.Get glass out of cupboard.Put ice cubes in the glass.Walk to the cupboard.Open cupboard.Then remember that you didn't actually buy any vodka when you went to the shop the other day.Say "Arse" to self.Watch ice cubes slowly melt in isolation in the glass, for

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