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30-something software developer living somewhere on the south coast. Well, not actually on the coast, if you see what I mean...
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Pheer mi l33t rap7or dephending sk1llz!!!1!
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30-something software developer living somewhere on the south coast. Well, not actually on the coast, if you see what I mean...
1 minute, 19 seconds
Pheer mi l33t rap7or dephending sk1llz!!!1!
Recent front page messages:
I'm surprised someone doesn't offer this
OK, So I'd better copyright it now, hadn't I?
(Thu 19th Aug 2004, 15:26, More)
OK, So I'd better copyright it now, hadn't I?
(Thu 19th Aug 2004, 15:26, More)
OK, so I'll try again...
again, sorry for the lack of hummus and/or intellect
/edit: front page! Woo! Thanky yoo!
(Wed 5th Mar 2003, 14:26, More)
again, sorry for the lack of hummus and/or intellect
/edit: front page! Woo! Thanky yoo!
(Wed 5th Mar 2003, 14:26, More)
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» Will you go out with me?
There was a strange kind of inevitability about it all...
I had met a lovely lady, who we shall call C, in a pub about a year ago. Almost from our first meeting she suggested that I would get on well with her flatmate, L...
I did finally get to meet L socially over the next few months, albeit briefly on those occasions and for one reason or another we were either tired or stressed by other things at the time. However despite the tiredness and stress L struck me as beautiful, intelligent, and witty. 4 months after I had first met C, she held a birthday party to which I had an invite, and the opportunity to stay the night on her L's sofa bed had been extended.
And on the first opportunity to talk properly, we hit it off. All evening we were inseperable, sat in the sill of the bay window, chatting about anything and everything - we clicked. Come the end of the evening after all the other guests had left, we went upstairs and it was then that she dropped the bombshell...
"I couldn't be bothered to make up the sofa bed, would you like to share my bed with me?"
And that, dear reader, was 9 months ago. 2 months ago the lovely L moved in with me. And all because she couldn't be arsed to pull out a sofa bed. Although to be fair to her, she did tell me afterwards she had no intention of making up the sofa bed at all... ;-)
(Fri 29th Aug 2008, 17:28, More)
There was a strange kind of inevitability about it all...
I had met a lovely lady, who we shall call C, in a pub about a year ago. Almost from our first meeting she suggested that I would get on well with her flatmate, L...
I did finally get to meet L socially over the next few months, albeit briefly on those occasions and for one reason or another we were either tired or stressed by other things at the time. However despite the tiredness and stress L struck me as beautiful, intelligent, and witty. 4 months after I had first met C, she held a birthday party to which I had an invite, and the opportunity to stay the night on her L's sofa bed had been extended.
And on the first opportunity to talk properly, we hit it off. All evening we were inseperable, sat in the sill of the bay window, chatting about anything and everything - we clicked. Come the end of the evening after all the other guests had left, we went upstairs and it was then that she dropped the bombshell...
"I couldn't be bothered to make up the sofa bed, would you like to share my bed with me?"
And that, dear reader, was 9 months ago. 2 months ago the lovely L moved in with me. And all because she couldn't be arsed to pull out a sofa bed. Although to be fair to her, she did tell me afterwards she had no intention of making up the sofa bed at all... ;-)
(Fri 29th Aug 2008, 17:28, More)
» Inappropriate crushes
Going to hull...
...because I have a strong crush on a woman where I work, and it's reciprocated. So strong we've been petting for a short while now.
I've just left my wife. She's devastated.
(Mon 2nd Oct 2006, 0:20, More)
Going to hull...
...because I have a strong crush on a woman where I work, and it's reciprocated. So strong we've been petting for a short while now.
I've just left my wife. She's devastated.
(Mon 2nd Oct 2006, 0:20, More)
» Tales of the Unexplained
The Ghost House
Many years ago, when I was still married, it was the norm for our little family group (me, the wife, her sister & husband) to go and see New Year's Eve in with style. By standing around the imposing gateposts to a house that has long been demolished and is rumoured to appear every New Year's Eve. (The house was known as Knighton Gorges, near the village of Knighton, on the Isle of Wight if you're interested.) About 20 or so other people were there as it's a bit of a local tradition, although I haven't partaken for a few years.
Anyway, one year (must've been about 1998-ish or so), at about 00:15am, I was standing at the gateposts, eyes adjusted to the dark, when I saw it.
Imagine the corner of a large, imposing house being lit by a single floodlight on the ground, catching one window. Now imagine someone winding up the floodlight, holding it on full brightness for a few seconds, then turning it down again. That was what I saw. And in that very location there is nothing. No structures, and nothing but woodland behind it. Unfortunately none of my family saw it and I was too dumbstruck to say anything until it had gone.
The gateposts can be seen in the picture about half way down this page.
(Thu 3rd Jul 2008, 13:32, More)
The Ghost House
Many years ago, when I was still married, it was the norm for our little family group (me, the wife, her sister & husband) to go and see New Year's Eve in with style. By standing around the imposing gateposts to a house that has long been demolished and is rumoured to appear every New Year's Eve. (The house was known as Knighton Gorges, near the village of Knighton, on the Isle of Wight if you're interested.) About 20 or so other people were there as it's a bit of a local tradition, although I haven't partaken for a few years.
Anyway, one year (must've been about 1998-ish or so), at about 00:15am, I was standing at the gateposts, eyes adjusted to the dark, when I saw it.
Imagine the corner of a large, imposing house being lit by a single floodlight on the ground, catching one window. Now imagine someone winding up the floodlight, holding it on full brightness for a few seconds, then turning it down again. That was what I saw. And in that very location there is nothing. No structures, and nothing but woodland behind it. Unfortunately none of my family saw it and I was too dumbstruck to say anything until it had gone.
The gateposts can be seen in the picture about half way down this page.
(Thu 3rd Jul 2008, 13:32, More)
» Irrational Fears
Empty museums
Or similar (such as wax museums).
Near closing time. With me inside.
Enough said.
(Wed 28th Jan 2004, 13:21, More)
Empty museums
Or similar (such as wax museums).
Near closing time. With me inside.
Enough said.
(Wed 28th Jan 2004, 13:21, More)