Fingers crossed, eh?
It's St Swithin's Day.
Be afraid, be very afraid. Especially if you've booked holidays...
Be afraid, be very afraid. Especially if you've booked holidays...
2009-07-15
Fingers crossed, eh?
It's St Swithin's Day.
Be afraid, be very afraid. Especially if you've booked holidays...
Be afraid, be very afraid. Especially if you've booked holidays...
Argh!!
St Swithin’s Day only applies to weather, right? Reassure me, someone; anyone?
I travelled in to work today in a tube train crammed with five and six year old kids. Seven to elevens are fine, they are loud and enthusiastic, but tend to group into little corners and giggle. Twelve to fourteen, still loud, but less enthusiastic: tending to smell of milk biscuits. Post fourteen, quiet and blessedly sullen; much BO and acne. Unless, of course, they are holding up the train and demanding money with menaces.
The little kids though, should not be let out in groups larger than four. It’s all an adventure and this musty be demonstrated in the loudest and most ebullient manner possible, preferably by bouncing on seats, having squealing competitions. Their voices are pitched just right to fray your nerves along their entire length and they have infinite lung capacity, so the ululation is continuous. The teachers are unable to cope. The male teachers are too timid and weedy; the female teachers, having squeezed their size forty arses into size twenty seats are effectively immobilised. The student teachers think it’s all great fun and that the kids should be allowed to express themselves. The kids themselves are like an invasion of Martians except that they are annoyingly immune to many of the bacteria that kill aliens, being the source of those self-same bacteria.
One of these days they’ll get a fifty year old expressing himself.
I travelled in to work today in a tube train crammed with five and six year old kids. Seven to elevens are fine, they are loud and enthusiastic, but tend to group into little corners and giggle. Twelve to fourteen, still loud, but less enthusiastic: tending to smell of milk biscuits. Post fourteen, quiet and blessedly sullen; much BO and acne. Unless, of course, they are holding up the train and demanding money with menaces.
The little kids though, should not be let out in groups larger than four. It’s all an adventure and this musty be demonstrated in the loudest and most ebullient manner possible, preferably by bouncing on seats, having squealing competitions. Their voices are pitched just right to fray your nerves along their entire length and they have infinite lung capacity, so the ululation is continuous. The teachers are unable to cope. The male teachers are too timid and weedy; the female teachers, having squeezed their size forty arses into size twenty seats are effectively immobilised. The student teachers think it’s all great fun and that the kids should be allowed to express themselves. The kids themselves are like an invasion of Martians except that they are annoyingly immune to many of the bacteria that kill aliens, being the source of those self-same bacteria.
One of these days they’ll get a fifty year old expressing himself.
Argh!!
St Swithin’s Day only applies to weather, right? Reassure me, someone; anyone?
I travelled in to work today in a tube train crammed with five and six year old kids. Seven to elevens are fine, they are loud and enthusiastic, but tend to group into little corners and giggle. Twelve to fourteen, still loud, but less enthusiastic: tending to smell of milk biscuits. Post fourteen, quiet and blessedly sullen; much BO and acne. Unless, of course, they are holding up the train and demanding money with menaces.
The little kids though, should not be let out in groups larger than four. It’s all an adventure and this musty be demonstrated in the loudest and most ebullient manner possible, preferably by bouncing on seats, having squealing competitions. Their voices are pitched just right to fray your nerves along their entire length and they have infinite lung capacity, so the ululation is continuous. The teachers are unable to cope. The male teachers are too timid and weedy; the female teachers, having squeezed their size forty arses into size twenty seats are effectively immobilised. The student teachers think it’s all great fun and that the kids should be allowed to express themselves. The kids themselves are like an invasion of Martians except that they are annoyingly immune to many of the bacteria that kill aliens, being the source of those self-same bacteria.
One of these days they’ll get a fifty year old expressing himself.
I travelled in to work today in a tube train crammed with five and six year old kids. Seven to elevens are fine, they are loud and enthusiastic, but tend to group into little corners and giggle. Twelve to fourteen, still loud, but less enthusiastic: tending to smell of milk biscuits. Post fourteen, quiet and blessedly sullen; much BO and acne. Unless, of course, they are holding up the train and demanding money with menaces.
The little kids though, should not be let out in groups larger than four. It’s all an adventure and this musty be demonstrated in the loudest and most ebullient manner possible, preferably by bouncing on seats, having squealing competitions. Their voices are pitched just right to fray your nerves along their entire length and they have infinite lung capacity, so the ululation is continuous. The teachers are unable to cope. The male teachers are too timid and weedy; the female teachers, having squeezed their size forty arses into size twenty seats are effectively immobilised. The student teachers think it’s all great fun and that the kids should be allowed to express themselves. The kids themselves are like an invasion of Martians except that they are annoyingly immune to many of the bacteria that kill aliens, being the source of those self-same bacteria.
One of these days they’ll get a fifty year old expressing himself.
Fun, fun, fun
I am slowly building up a decent library of free games on my iPhone so I don’t have to lug stuff around with me in the form of little booklets or pages from the newspaper if I fancy playing sudoku or similar. I have even found a reasonable copy of minesweeper, though that’s going to take a little getting used to: add a flag my touching and holding down, but explode a mine simply by touching. I’ve come to grief on that already, even when I know there’s a mine there. Still, after a bit of practice…
Are there any recommendations for good games, bearing in mind that I really don’t care for shoot ‘em up style things (though I do have the old Atari Missile Command, which is splendid)?
Are there any recommendations for good games, bearing in mind that I really don’t care for shoot ‘em up style things (though I do have the old Atari Missile Command, which is splendid)?
Fun, fun, fun
I am slowly building up a decent library of free games on my iPhone so I don’t have to lug stuff around with me in the form of little booklets or pages from the newspaper if I fancy playing sudoku or similar. I have even found a reasonable copy of minesweeper, though that’s going to take a little getting used to: add a flag my touching and holding down, but explode a mine simply by touching. I’ve come to grief on that already, even when I know there’s a mine there. Still, after a bit of practice…
Are there any recommendations for good games, bearing in mind that I really don’t care for shoot ‘em up style things (though I do have the old Atari Missile Command, which is splendid)?
Are there any recommendations for good games, bearing in mind that I really don’t care for shoot ‘em up style things (though I do have the old Atari Missile Command, which is splendid)?