Initial Conditions

The problem with blogs is that it is too easy to make mistakes with content, writing style, facts and so on. When you really want to write something, it’s easy to sacrifice readability, credibility and accuracy, particularly if you want to post it in a hurry.

Therefore, I don’t think I’ll be posting anything of any real substance for a while as it seems that now I do not have the time to write things properly. You might argue that nothing has changed, but that would be churlish.

I was in Waitrose recently and there was a woman giving out free packs of washing up liquid. Prior to speaking to me, she was telling this other lady about the benefits of this particular brand (which I have used in the past, but hey, it’s free so why not? ). Anyway the previous lady went away and I caught the seller’s eye.

“Sir would you like some free washing up liquid?” (fair enough, though calling me “sir” kind of took me aback)

I took some, then she said

“I’m sure someone you know can find a use for it” (or words to that effect)

Cheeky woman! I would have asked her what she meant by that, but she had already started talking to someone who looked like that were capable of doing washing up. Clearly, my demeanor says a lot about my dishwashing habits. Those of you who have actually been to my flat will know how lax we are as a whole about it, but the truth is that Andrew and I do 90%+ of the washing up in our flat, so, well, it’s not like I’m scared of a dishcloth. Oh well.

Although I assure you the Doctor probably wouldn’t dance to this. Ever.

Words can’t describe how mercilessly irritating this song is. Someone sent it to me and I think it’s only fair that I inflict it on the rest of you so I don’t suffer alone. It’s from a kids’ show in the US and is presumably to promote healthy eating, although the only thing it promotes in me is a sense of rage and a desire to never have children so I don’t get subjected to things like this in the future. It hurts both my eyes and my ears and probably affects smell, touch and taste aversely too.

[NB Kids are actually great]

Dressing gowns/ bathrobes are great for when you’re having a lazy day. Sleeping nude is great too, especially in a hot summer.

However, I cannot stress enough the pitfalls of combining the two. It’s too easy to wander out of bed and stick a dressing gown on and go watch Dave in the kitchen on the sofa, with your legs wide open and making your flatmates see something they really don’t want to see. Put some pants on for goodness sake lads and stop giving me nightmares. I don’t like you that much.