Finger Lickin' good

Another classic from Simon over at Los 3 Gato Cypriato.

I think I might just head off to some island somewhere and blog about it; looks like fun.

Read all about it

I've just finished reading a phriends (scratch that, I don't work with him any more) friends new blog, The Three States if Cypriot Cats. It's a series of musings on the ex-pat life in a small Village in Cyprus.

It's well written, witty and well observed.

Southampton 90210

If anyone asks you, I don't live in the England, right? I'm from Beverly Hills.

See, I was listening to Keane's new album, Under the Iron Sea, and thinking to myself that I cannot think of any similar music.

Then it occurred to me that maybe I hadn't listened to enough music to decide that there wasn't any similar around!

I'd read something a while ago about Pandora. This site builds you personalized 'radio stations' that play music with similar musical qualities to music you tell it you like. The problem is, it needs you to be a US resident, asking for a ZIP code and I could only think of one.

I seeded the station with 'Crystal Ball' from Keane, and then added 'Spitting Games' by Snow Patrol. The result of that and some other decisions I made is Unrational Radio.

Wankers

Big Brother is over - and, no surprise, Pete (aka Tourrettes boy) won it.

Earlier I mentioned that I'd put bets on three of the housemates to win, Pete, Imogen and Glynn. I was hoping for Glynn to win it, purely and simply because I stood to make the most money out of him winning (£21). As it was, with Pete winning, I got £6, which is a measly £1 profit.

Shame you couldn't bet each-way on Big Brother.

eBay gum

It started small, with Tamagotchi batteries; you've got to get your Tamagotchi batteries from somewhere, right?

Then it got a little bigger, an Analogue cable TV receiver; every home should have one.

But I think I could have gone a little too far with the Porsche Boxter.

I'm sure Suzy will understand.

Ingerland

I've surprised myself, once again, at how my brain works. In short, it doesn't.

I see an opportunity to watch a nice football game at the pub with a few friends, fine, great even. Because it's a special occasion, I agree with my wife that it's OK if I go out for a few beers after the game with my friends, just to catch the other matches, fine, great.

So why is it that I went utterly mental?

I can't remember much past about 6 in the evening. I have a vague recollection of a guy called 'Rico' tagging along with us from the first pub, something about ending up in another pub 'after hours' and waking up at home with my shirt on in bed - but other than that, nothing.

Never again (well, until Thursday).

Shoulders

Am I a fetishist?

I find shoulders attractive. A good pair of shoulders, to me, is probably better than a good pair of legs - so why is it that shoulders get such a bad rap?

How many times have you heard someone say 'what a great pair of blades' ? I'll wager (uh-oh, gambling is back) that the answer is never. On the other hand, how many times have you heard someone say they will 'shoulder the blame' or be a 'shoulder to cry on'.

Shoulders are not for crying on, they are for rejoicing in.

Praise the maker.