There is a folder on my desktop with about 70% of a Reflected Loaf book in it...
I just can't find the time to pull the strings together and finish it :( Edit: I feel bad enough that people keep emailing me wanting cards made available, I keep promising I will eventually, but no action on that either....
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Fri 16 Apr 2010, 15:11,
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Well...
1) Quit your job 2) Loads of time: finish book 3) ... 4) Profit and millions!
:)
Edit: That, or send the folder through to me. I'll do all the work in exchange for 20% of said profits. No, maybe 30%. And a pint of good bitter.
Tempted, but I know my control-freakery would mean I just couldn't leave you alone. It's summat I'll have to brace myself and clear a block of time to do it.
(The magic of chutneyShakes it like an Instagram filter!,
Fri 16 Apr 2010, 15:26,
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Pah!
I was looking forward to that pint of beer! :(
If another year goes by I'll pester you again, and my position will only be that much stronger.
But if do ever want a beer, get your ass to Lincolnshire some time and I will galdly stand you a few pints of Batemans. (local brew)
(The magic of chutneyShakes it like an Instagram filter!,
Fri 16 Apr 2010, 15:32,
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Batemans is excellent stuff
Be warned, when I next find myself in Lincolnshire I'm hunting you out so that I can claim beer, bitch about Reflected Loaf and jealous at you for your job.
(The magic of chutneyShakes it like an Instagram filter!,
Fri 16 Apr 2010, 15:39,
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I'm not called Gaz
But yes, I will. Since I currently live in Norway I can't say when this will be, but *something* will surely take me to Lincolnshire in the next year or so.
Fridays are always extra hectic and full of shit for me.
In the park at lunchtime, I watched a crow grab and, very slowly, kill a pigeon and then eat its innards. At one point it wondered off with the head in its beak before coming back for more innards. All the other pigeons just stood about no more than 3 feet away.
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Fri 16 Apr 2010, 15:11,
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I was entranced and would have stopped the women interferring if they'd tried
"It's nature," I would have said, " It's not our place to interfere." I'd have continued.
I didn't know crows killed things, but it was so easy for this one it must do it all the time, it literally just leant over and grabbed a pigeon by the neck. And the wondering off with the head bit demonstrated what a showman that crow is.
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Fri 16 Apr 2010, 15:38,
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(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Fri 16 Apr 2010, 15:18,
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cor....
I spent my luchtime in the pub, awkwardly making small talk with two guys from the postroom, and watching my batterylife on my phone drain away whilst kepping tabs on B3ta