I was looking for an answer to a linux question on the inittab file on Ubuntu server, yeah very geeky I know and when I clicked on the first google result I saw some graphic with a link to connectmrfong , spooky or what. I thought damn, has my browser leaked some cookie-boy info or what!
There's even some Mr Fong YouTube tomfoolery.
Westbourne must lose so much trade from people who drive around that central ring road with the view of simply popping in and then out as fast as possible, but there seems to be such a disproportionate amount of disabled parking spaces around the area.
The amount of times I've driven there before work hoping for a quick splash and dash in Greggs, made a couple of circuits and then gave up huffing and puffing and swearing, must have destroyed a tree or two in the Amazon.
Thankfully today I managed to bag a space after just the one loop. Whoo hoo.
If you are wondering why you haven't had a card from me then that is because I am a miserable bah-humbug kind-a-guy. Anyway I have made a donation to MND Association , Barnardos and Shelter with all those pennies I would have spent on mindless cards and postage.
Back at my work desk with a sausage roll and soup combo from Greggs, who seemed to have put way too much power into the home-made recipe.
We were literally the last table to eat. Had to sort the wine order out. Manager couldn't read his e-mail properly. Reminds me, I should pay at some point...
Those Brussel sprouts did work. Maybe I did have a few too many of them.
I've bought a few sets of Premium Bonds recently and was used to receiving a letter from them a few days later, but that was a while ago.
I picked a new letter up from the floor today. Excellent, Christmas really had come, or so I thought. It was just some crummy letter saying they made a mistake in some leaflet recently. Argh.
Have to still go to work tomorrow. Ah well, at least it is the company Christmas party tomorrow night. Bring on the photocopy. I say photocopier, scanning to PDF on a shared volume doesn't seem to have the same risqué sound about it.
Gordon and Angela Fong - living in Southbourne, working hard, enjoying life, travelling the world, eating great food and drinking some nice tipple along the way.
Give us a wave.
