Kate’s allegedly a human (although increasingly right-wing bigots would say otherwise). She’s definitely not a vampire, despite what some other people claim. She’s also mostly built out of spite and overcoming oppositional-sexism, racism, and other random bullshit.
So she’s either a human or a lizard in disguise sent to destroy all of humanity.
Either way, she’s here to reassure that it’s all fine.
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Spammer SCUM, Eat dirt and DIE!
So, for the past few weeks I’ve been logging on, generally, to 200 or so ‘spam’ comments. If I had need of generic viagra, online gambling or a handy range of other particularly convenient to access normal, or on occasion kiddie porn, then I might have had need of the comments. But I don’t. So…
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I feel rough
Whinge, whinge, whinge, that’s all I do. Particularly when I’m both sick and tired. I couldn’t sleep for a long time last night, it was so hot. Then it was cold. Well, no it was hot, but my body was unnerved by lying completely naked sprawled on the sheet, so I grabbed the corner of…
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Nooooo!
As I walked out to the garage this morning I thought “that’s odd, I don’t remember Lauren putting washing on”. Then I thought “Ah, maybe Trey did”… …and then I got in there and heard the low rumble of our washing machine… Whhhiine….whhhhiiine…. wwhhhhhiine…. And I knew it was defunked. Inside, flumping lazily over and…
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Cold…
No, not as in chilly. It’s fucking hot. But I appear to have, impressively, caught a cold. I have a sore throat and I feel rough-as-fuck. Go me.
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I am not an American
See now, It’s not true. But my girlfriend says it is. I think her proof for this rests in: – Love my car – Drive nearly everywhere – Whinge if I can’t park near supermarket – Love junkfood – Love take-aways – My bizarroid, speech therapy induced speaking, which makes me sound slightly off kilter…
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Lazy Sunday Afternoons
So, Sunday. Sunday’s come around, and almost gone. First day off in an age. Or so it feels, not actually the case, but I’m so tired that it feels that way. I declared outloud to my bike yesterday that regardless of other plans, today I would spend some time checking it over; which I duly…
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It’s probably a mark of how close to exhausted I am…
But I just spent several long minutes laughing at this quote: When the news reporter said “Shopkeepers are opening their doors bringing out blankets and cups of tea” I just smiled. It’s like yes. That’s Britain for you. Tea solves everything. You’re a bit cold? Tea. Your boyfriend has just left you? Tea. You’ve just…
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1 and a half hours in exchange for 5
My day went like this: 0500 – get up. 0600 – Leave for work. 0700 – Start shift in A&E. 1000 – Quick Break. 13:45 – Lunch & Teaching. 15:00 – Leave work and ride home. I had a fantastic ride home, and quite possibly deeply upset someone on a much bigger bike by repeatedly…
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…and breathe.
It’s funny, living in the UK. When I grew up back in the 80s, it seems to have been (at least, in my memory) a constant barrage (bad choice of word) of things being blown up. Bits of Northern Ireland, bits of London… death and destruction loomed large. I remember my visits to London with…
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insignificance
I heard about the bombs in London this morning at about 11 o’clock. I was sat faffing, as I often do when I’ve got a day off and should be doing something useful. Actually, as I heard, I was editing video – or at least faffing with video conversion utilities and cursing the fact that…