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"Who is the more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him?" Obi-Wan Kenobi
Thanks for starting this Nige, I was really stuck for something to do in all that spare time I've got these days.
365 days? that's a whole year, right?
OK, let's see how it goes.
For anyone reading this who's not sure what it's about;
Our good (and slightly twisted) friend Nige has thought up another cracker.
Start a new blog and post a self portrait every day for the next 12 months. That's 365 posts, one a day, every day, without fail, of the same subject. Simple? yeah, right.
These other eejits are doin'it too! Join us!
My defective ear
365 Degrees of Kyoob
My left ear
Slice of life
I get colds like about once every two years, on average.
This is the second one in two months, both hit as soon as I've taken a few
Like your body knows the "pressure's off".
I'm just gonna keep working, it's less 'orrible
Here's to you all!
Wishing you's a specially great Christmas.
Keep up the good work, halfway there now guys.
And my two sons,
Mike (who's awake)
And Nick, who is praying to the Gods of Nokia for someone to call him up.
On BBC radio 5-live this evening they asked people to send in their experiences of "road rage"
I have a few stories, some strange experiences, but I thought this was quite a funny one so I sent it in. Not sure if they read it out, had work to do:
True story, road rage:
A friend of mine, a motorcyclist, one day told me about how that morning he'd been cut-up on a motorway and how, when the offending car stopped behind him at the traffic lights at the end of the slip-road, he'd got off his bike, walked up to the front of the car and banged both hands down on the bonnet, letting out a loud growl! The woman behind the wheel had looked suitably shocked by this and my friend remounted his bike and drove off.
A week or so later, at a birthday party, another friend's mother recounted a story of how earlier in the week "right out of the blue" a mad motorcyclist had jumped off his bike at the lights in front of her, banged down hard on the bonnet of her car, "growled like a rabid dog" and then ridden off! "can't think what had got into him, drugs probably! Never seen him before in my life" she said.
I sat quietly in the corner, trying to hide a smirk.
All tucked-up for the the night.
Stuck behind the wheel.
Stuck in traffic.
Annie's mum was singing in the choir,
See Jxl-tube for video. Top class noyze!
Well it's Christmas! (nearly)