The Telescope

It’s not like I’m usually in the habit of taking advice from toilet cubicles, as I usually find they have nothing more interesting to say than ‘please wash your hands’ but this one struck me as being particularly fascinating as it assumed (rather incorrectly) that the type of demographic frequenting the toilets of the Royal…

Right then. It’s getting dangerously stark over here in my section of quiteenjoy, isn’t it? Haven’t posted anything for a while… and it isn’t like I have been off having grand adventures or anything. It basically comes down to laziness, doesn’t it? So, with the announcement from Brownmoore (you all know his name has changed,…

It really has turned into of them today, you know. For today, alas, is transfer day. Transfer day is an evil entirely of my own creation which involves the cleaning up of an entire months worth of my own self-perpetuated downright idleness as well as my corner-cutting and frankly bolshie working methods, so that it…