From the Orient

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Anyone who likes Sean Hughes and the Rubberbubbers will know what this says.

I even wrote a Doctor Who novel in which the six-foot blond, blue-eyed companion interrupts the hunt for an interdimensional Gallifreyan War Machine to get a blowjob in the back of a taxi. Like you do.

“Damaged Goods”:http://www.gallifreyone.com/books.php?id=na-55, one of the most gritty, real Doctor Who novels ever. Thatcherite Britain, council house nightmares and cocaine dealing in a Doctor Who novel? They didn’t tell ‘em like they used to. One of the best ever.

Who needs to do a lot of time wasting surfing when “someone has done it all for you”:http://brainstormsandraves.com/archives/2003/02/21/friday_feast_37_wireless_networking_and_wardrivers/

I bookmarked this months ago, and now I can reap the benefits.

Blogging from the garage. Because I can.

My Fantasy football team (thanks to Sean )

/me waves from my sofa (where I’m sat typing into my corporate laptop, my key presses going via a little PCMCIA wireless network card, over to a slightly bigger wireless access pointer, though a network cable, into an ethernet router and down the BT telephone wires into the Internet and out to you)

I hope you’re all as comfortable as me.

UPDATE: Oh, blogging from my bed. And relax

My wife started back at work today (1 day a week; problems with the school that is a subject for another day) with the children at the childminders, the house was empty. I’ve got a new work laptop, broadband and an inherent aversion to commuting. So, I’m working from home.

It’s so boring. Say whatever you like about an office, but at least it has people in it. Now, these people might be very annoying, but you can always count on some conversation being interesting or making you laugh. It’s usually about football.

Before you jump to any conclusions about how social I am, I am quite happy staying in all evening with just the TV/Computer/Hi-Fi/good book for company. It’s just the job is so boring that you need a good distraction, even if it just someone else to moan about how boring the job is. I’ve just got the cats, and they don’t care about that.

So, I’ve going to have the conversations I usually have a work with this blog entry.

For instance, our reporting system has just gone down again (hence the blog entry) and I’ve got no one to swear with. Except you.

Fucking crappy shitey piece of crap. Goes up and down more times than Dwight Yorke when he’s in front of the camera (and not the Sky cameras). There. I feel slightly better now.

Reckon Gerrard will play Wednesday? Can’t risk getting booked, let’s play Joe Cole. That Lampard, handed him a golden chance and what does he do with it? Lemon.

Stuart, are you ever going to make us all a cup of tea?

Half Life 2 is coming out soon. I think it will be the only game I’ll be playing for a while.

Did you watch Corrie last night? Did Phil bash Lisa one, or will Irene be the new Dierdre?

No, I don’t know anything about ProC (I’m asked about ProC at least once a week for reasons unknown to myself)

Fancy a pint? Go on then, just this once.