Month: May 2003

Oh, now I feel really embarassed. A few weeks ago I put some old AD&D books up for sale on Ebay. I didn’t get much money for them but at least they sold. One person won two of them. I sent him the payment instructions soon after the auction finished and got no response. Over… Continue reading Heartless Bastard

I, of course, have no objections to giving money to charity. One of the saddest days I spent last spring when I was unemployed was to go thru my bank account cancelling all of the money direct debits that were going to various charities. Now I’m starting to to get back on my feet financially… Continue reading Charidee

Buffy season six is released on DVD on Monday, but Play.com delivered my pre-ordered copy yesterday. This leaves me with a huge dilemma. I should be working on the book, but it seems that I am pathologically incapable of doing any kind of work when there are unwatched Buffy DVDs in the house.

I thought that everyone understood the principles behind the idea that given time and typewriters, an infinite number of monkeys would produce the complete works of Shakespeare. Of course you either need an infinite number of monkeys or an infinite amount of time. But it’s obvious, I hope, that given one of those two conditions… Continue reading Infinite Monkeys

I have a page on this site where I talk about some of the worst cries against the English language that are regularly committed by the staff of London Underground. I’m thinking of updating that page more frequently as I’ve recently heard so many new grammatical monstrosities on my journeys to and from work. For… Continue reading English as She is Spoke

Yesterday’s entry was (of course) inspired by a day spent in one of the towns described. I was therefore very happy when various meetings overran and other meetings were cancelled which enabled me to get on an earlier train back to civilisation. My happiness was short-lived, however, when two stops down the line my carriage… Continue reading Train From Hell

Did I mention how much I hate most British towns. Especially the ones in the London commuter belt. Nasty, nasty places full of stupid people with closed minds. And town centres that are full of exactly the same shops as every other town, And there’s always a couple of shops with “clever” names like “Piece… Continue reading Commuter Towns