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Go forth and claim a square It all started last Wednesday. I was reading Diamond Geezer's post on Geoblogging and I followed the link to the Geograph webstite. I had a look and it appears quite a few squares within easy reach of where I live are unclaimed. The weather has been on the bright and sunny side so I am in my usual duracel bunny plugged on the mains summer mode and it doesn't take much for anything to seem like a brilliant idea. This wraps up a few activities I enjoy in one: looking at maps, walking or cycling around looking for landmarks but not really going anywhere in particular, taking pictures, doing things for the sheer hell of it, spending time on the internet. I just had to start claiming squares. You can see the first one there. |
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22.6.05 21:44 |
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More labelling humour A while back I wrote about the salmon I bought which had a warning about containing fish printed on its packet. Yesterday we had frozen spinach pastry. When I looked for reheating instruction, a little message on the box raised a smile. According to the box the ingredients had been "slaughtered, processed and packed according to Islamic Sharia under strict supervision of the World Islamic Foundation". I quickly looked at the ingredient list to check if I had missed some animal content... I hadn't. Ah the cries of the spinach leaf as it is being slaughtered, it breaks your heart it does. |
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25.6.05 23:07 |
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Shuuush, Not so loud please, oh and please could someone tell the Red Army that inside my head is not the best place to rehearse their marching and that they should go bak to the Kremlin. Beer is evil. I could make jokes about having been to see Brunel's Wapping shaft. Well I would if I had not had too many beers afterwards. Maybe there will be a bunch of other people who will. Tanks for the black coffee and the aspirin, now if you could please make sure the door wouldn't slam on your way out i'd be eternally grateful, I might even grunt a thanks. |
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27.6.05 08:21 |
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Truly his mother's son On Friday morning, at 07:30, as The Boy was coming out of the shower, we had "Mummy, I forgot, it's cake sale today, I need some cakes to take to school". Cue the fastest fairy cakes bake in the history of baking. Last night as The Boy was watering the garden before bedtime, we had "Daddy, I need some black clothes for the play tomorrow". Cue brainstrom to work out where I am going to find a plain black t-shirt and a black pair of trousers to fit an 8 year old. In the morning a pair of his charcoal school trousers and my smallest black t-shirt worn the day before are packed in a carrier bag. I wonder where he gets this from? |
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28.6.05 22:47 |
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Tell me where do the children play? Well in Rotherhithe, they play in the cemetry. Mind you I didn't see
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30.6.05 20:15 |
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