Saturday, April 09, 2011

My Boss Reads This Blog

That can't be good, can it?

Not my immediate boss, who is a lady, but her boss. He recently found out that I was blogging every day and now has a regular read of it. I'd better not say anything compromising here, just in case.

To be honest, I don't really have much time to write this blog because of all the awesome hard work I'm doing in the office. I love my job, it's brilliant.

What's that? The best bit of my job? Oh, well, let me think about it for a few moments. Hmm... Oh that's right. It has to be my brilliant boss. He's just so excellent and clever and handsome and witty and generous and... er... strong. And... Did I mention clever?

Ahem...

At least my ladyboss doesn't read it... I hope...


Friday, April 08, 2011

Snottea

This morning I made myself a delicious cup of tea.

I'd been looking forward to it for some time as I had been distracted by such menial things as showering and dressing and hadn't had one for about 40 minutes.

So I made the tea and, because it was a glorious day, went outside to enjoy it in the garden. Rochester, who also likes sitting out in the sun, came to join me and sat on my lap.

I was just about to drink my tea, when this happened:



Yuck.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Freaky Friday Eve

I have a Freaky Friday tomorrow.

How should one best celebrate the onset of a glorious day off? There's only one way, really. Curry.

So I went out for a steak.

Although I have no idea what I'll be doing, I feel sure that I will fill tomorrow with many awesome activities that will be considerably more entertaining than anything the office can offer!

There may even be pictures!

To make up for the lack of pictures in this particular post, here is a picture of this post:

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Shittea


Sometimes, for no apparent reason, I make a really shitty cup of tea.

I think it happens to everyone. You follow exactly the same process that you always do, leaving the bag in for the same length of time and adding the same amount of milk and so on. But rather than producing a delicious cup of perfect, refreshing tea, you somehow end up with something that tastes like it was wrung out of a dead badger's armpit.

I can't explain it.

What I also can't explain is why, even when the shitty tea is so shitty that even a man who likes the delicate flavour of a cadaverous badger armpit and is dying of thirst won't drink it, I would.

It's almost as if I'm hardwired to drink it no matter what. Unless it gets cold. Even I won't drink cold tea.

Incidentally, I hit 600 cups last night. Woohoo!

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

The Scene Of The Crime

Crime Report

Date: 05/04/2011

Reporting Officer: PC 1602 Dazza Moo

Location: Dazza/Dr K residence, near Bristol, UK

Upon returning home from work, I entered the kitchen area to prepare the evening meal, whereupon I heard a cry from upstairs. the cry appeared to be one of surprise and mild distress.

Responding to the cry at an appropriate speed, I proceeded to the stairwell area where I ascended the steps, one at a time, starting with my rightmost foot. After several steps, I reached the top of the stairs and, ascertaining that the cry had come from the vicinity of the en-suite, proceeded to my right, at which point I came across Dr K (the witness) looking surprised and mildly distressed.

The witness was able to convey to me the reasons for her surprise and, indeed her mild distress, pointing out to me a set of incriminating marks of a blue nature upon the surface of the floor. I present a photograph of these marks as EXHIBIT ONE:



I further proceeded into the room whereupon I noted further marks of a suspicious nature on the seat area of the toilet. I present a further photograph of this evidence as EXHIBIT TWO, which clearly shows the marks and a blue detergent like substance in the toilet bowl:



Upon closer examination of these marks, I was able to ascertain that they were footprints. A close up photograph of the most prominent print is presented here as EXHIBIT THREE:



Upon further questioning, the witness was able to confirm that they were of a feline nature, which lead me to suspect that the culprit may have been a cat.

Upon performing a search of the immediate vicinity, I encountered a small cat sleeping in a suspicious manner on a nearby bed. The cat was somewhat stripy, so I approached with caution, in case it proved to be a tiger, however it was quickly subdued.

As the cat refused to submit to questioning, I arrested and restrained it. While waiting for backup, I searched the cat and discovered that one of it's paws was slightly bluer than the other, leading me to suspect that the cat was responsible for the blue footprints. A photograph comparing the relative blueness of the paws in question is presented as EXHIBIT FOUR:



Following further questioning at the Station, the cat admitted that it had been drinking from the toilet in violation of byelaw 1701: No cat is permitted to drink water, pissy or otherwise, from the toilet.

I further ascertained that the cat has previous form for this offence, namely an incident on the 21st January 2011.

The cat further admitted to being stripy, but firmly denied being a tiger.




It is my belief that this cat should be considered a danger to toilets and I ask the court to consider detaining him at Her Majesties' Pleasure.

PC 1602 Dazza Moo

Monday, April 04, 2011

Jammie Little Bastards!

Jammie Dodgers are brilliant. Look at this brilliant picture of them:


I even managed to get them to pose nude for you:


Phowarr! Look at their jammy holes!

Ahem. Anyway, it turns out that these Jammie Dodgers are dirty, chavvy little slags. They've been sleeping around with lots of different biscuits and now look what's happened: they've had lots of little half-breed babies!


Obviously I had to take them in and... er... taste them.


Well, it turns out that jammie awesomeness isn't hereditary when you pollute the gene pool with inferior biscuits!

Take the chocolate one, for example. Obviously the result of a sticky little fumble on the back seat of a Yugo with a bourbon cream. The result is a biscuit that's not as nice as JD or a bourbon cream.

The lemon one is slightly better, but not much. The less said about the toffee one, the better!

Fortunately, Dr K sensed my disappointment in these misbegotten little mongrels and made me delicious batch of raspberry curd muffins!

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Bad Son


I am a bad son.

What with all the stuff happening over the last week, a trip to Bonnie Scotland and the zoo, followed almost immediately by another one to the South Coast and a curry house, I neglected to donate to the NCVFC (National Card Vendors and Florist's Charity).

Well I didn't forget, exactly. I kept meaning to. Those cards and flowers aren't going to sell themselves, and if everyone forgot to donate to this extremely worthwhile charity, then they'd have to go and get... well, real jobs.

I suppose I'd better go and make a donation tomorrow. Dunno what I'm going to do with the stupid card and flowers though... I might dump them at mum's house.

Saturday, April 02, 2011

How Far Would You Go For A Curry?

What would you say if someone phoned you up and said 'Hey, let's go for a curry!'

Obviously, because curry is awesome, you're gonna say 'Yes'.

Now imagine that the curry in question is 10 miles away. Or 20. The average person would probably start to consider fuel cost and the time it would take to get there and back.

Okay... How about 30 or 40? I'm thinking most people would start to back away from the whole curry idea, while 60 or 80 miles would be right out.

Let me show you a graph:



The blue line represents the average, normal, well adjusted person's desire for curry plotted against their distance from said curry.

The red line, on the other hand, is me.

You will note that I start out far more eager for curry than the aforementioned average, normal, well adjusted person. As the average, normal well adjusted person becomes less inclined to travel for curry, my eagerness remains a universal constant.

The reason I bring this up is that I am going out for a curry tonight. That curry is approximately 104 miles away. And I still think that's worth it.


(As a point of interest, I've set this post to auto publish at the exact moment that I'm due to meet for the curry. Let's hope my date turns up this time!)

Hall Smell Update

This is not today's post. I don't want you to be worried that I've short-changed you on your daily post.

I just thought you'd like an update on that hall smell issue, now that I'm back home.

It's gone. I think.

Dr K basically cleaned the hall from top to bottom. She did not find the source of the smell.

But it's gone now.

Check back here at 7pm for today's proper post.

Friday, April 01, 2011

How To Waste Time At Work

Well, I dunno about you lot, but I went to the zoo.

Edinburgh zoo to be precise. I like zoos. They're brilliant.

Look at this dude. He's a motherf*cking EAGLE, for f*cks sake!


Two feet away from my face and looking awesome.


This little guy was pretty cool, too even though he was trying to steal my phone:


Look carefully at this photo. Where's Wally?


I think this guy had just woken from a really good dream:


Tigers are great:


I was pretty knackered at this point, so I had a nap!


So... That's how I spent my afternoon while waiting for my plane.

Home now. I have kebab.