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Why think for yourself? Plagiarize, I say.

Stolen from any number of people on my friends list. Who am I to buck a trend?

If you know me as x, you are y:

Bryan: Mum on a bad day, person at work;

Mr. Lea: Generally a complete stranger, but especially an Aussie married to a Swede, and mother of a hobbit; also Mr. Wren, but only when using an Agent Smith voice;

Sir Bryan: Someone who believes my self aggrandizing drivel; a small number of long time colleagues/friends: Shivette, Cliffy, Andy;

Caddyman: You probably only know me through this LJ or have met me at an NWO event and can't remember my real name;

Erastothenes: You recall me as the mad praeco but as nothing else;

Leafy: You were a mate at school;

Lea: A school master or schoolmate (as opposed to mate at school);

Beefy/Batty: My Sister's revenge for calling her Booboo (it was her fault - she was little, pink and followed me around for years);

Uncle Bry: One of two nieces, one nephew and a number of friends' kids;

Enrico Cadillac: the online tag from which caddyman is derived; you know me as a disreputable haunter of dubious message boards (reformed);

Bry: Family on a good day; most of my proper friends unless noted above.

Big Bry: We went to Poly together - a differentiating appellation used when Little Bry was around.

"Colin-why-Bryan" My Nan, bless her, who always confused me with my Dad.

Lord Nautilus: Another nutter ex-colleague.

Sir: You are either selling something or are policeman young enough to be my son.

name meme emem eman

Why think for yourself? Plagiarize, I say.

Stolen from any number of people on my friends list. Who am I to buck a trend?

If you know me as x, you are y:

Bryan: Mum on a bad day, person at work;

Mr. Lea: Generally a complete stranger, but especially an Aussie married to a Swede, and mother of a hobbit; also Mr. Wren, but only when using an Agent Smith voice;

Sir Bryan: Someone who believes my self aggrandizing drivel; a small number of long time colleagues/friends: Shivette, Cliffy, Andy;

Caddyman: You probably only know me through this LJ or have met me at an NWO event and can't remember my real name;

Erastothenes: You recall me as the mad praeco but as nothing else;

Leafy: You were a mate at school;

Lea: A school master or schoolmate (as opposed to mate at school);

Beefy/Batty: My Sister's revenge for calling her Booboo (it was her fault - she was little, pink and followed me around for years);

Uncle Bry: One of two nieces, one nephew and a number of friends' kids;

Enrico Cadillac: the online tag from which caddyman is derived; you know me as a disreputable haunter of dubious message boards (reformed);

Bry: Family on a good day; most of my proper friends unless noted above.

Big Bry: We went to Poly together - a differentiating appellation used when Little Bry was around.

"Colin-why-Bryan" My Nan, bless her, who always confused me with my Dad.

Lord Nautilus: Another nutter ex-colleague.

Sir: You are either selling something or are policeman young enough to be my son.

Well, that's that.

Well, there we are.

The Quack has increased my prescription so that I am now on four different things for my blood pressure - although this additional thingy which I have yet to get is actually for cholesterol. Apparently my cholesterol is actually OK at 5.1 (whatever that means), but Herr Doktor decided to knock it down a bit anyway since I am a smoking fatty with hypertension commensurate with inflating a dirigible. As I've said before, I'm not fat, I'm inflated.

My tale of woe, insomnia, pointless dickey fits, tension and over taxed nerves prompted him to write me a note for two weeks sick leave starting immediately. Although that runs out on 2 April, I am under strict instructions to see him again before I go back to work, so effectively, I am off until the afternoon of the 6th at the earliest. I'm not sure yet what to do with this sudden bonus in free time, although some of it will be used in writing.

My good friend wallabok has already invited me to the wilds of Cambridgeshire where I can get toughed up by my little goddaughter. We'll see; I may well take him up on the offer, but I think I want to spend little time with myself first.

Two weeks is a long time when you've made no plans.

I worked out on the train back that I've had a total of nine sick days in twenty-one years as a civil servant. And now I'm having thirteen and half in a single sitting.

I managed not to say 'I told you so' to my boss when I gave her the medical note.

I think I shall lounge around and listen to a little music now, and then recommence the Search for the Nile, or Operation Dancing Pigmy, Part 3.

Well, that's that.

Well, there we are.

The Quack has increased my prescription so that I am now on four different things for my blood pressure - although this additional thingy which I have yet to get is actually for cholesterol. Apparently my cholesterol is actually OK at 5.1 (whatever that means), but Herr Doktor decided to knock it down a bit anyway since I am a smoking fatty with hypertension commensurate with inflating a dirigible. As I've said before, I'm not fat, I'm inflated.

My tale of woe, insomnia, pointless dickey fits, tension and over taxed nerves prompted him to write me a note for two weeks sick leave starting immediately. Although that runs out on 2 April, I am under strict instructions to see him again before I go back to work, so effectively, I am off until the afternoon of the 6th at the earliest. I'm not sure yet what to do with this sudden bonus in free time, although some of it will be used in writing.

My good friend wallabok has already invited me to the wilds of Cambridgeshire where I can get toughed up by my little goddaughter. We'll see; I may well take him up on the offer, but I think I want to spend little time with myself first.

Two weeks is a long time when you've made no plans.

I worked out on the train back that I've had a total of nine sick days in twenty-one years as a civil servant. And now I'm having thirteen and half in a single sitting.

I managed not to say 'I told you so' to my boss when I gave her the medical note.

I think I shall lounge around and listen to a little music now, and then recommence the Search for the Nile, or Operation Dancing Pigmy, Part 3.

Despite what he says, Nowhere is safe.

I feel it my bounden duty to warn the world that philoko now haunts LJ Land. And he's paid up, so he means it.

May the Lord have mercy on our souls....

Despite what he says, Nowhere is safe.

I feel it my bounden duty to warn the world that philoko now haunts LJ Land. And he's paid up, so he means it.

May the Lord have mercy on our souls....