Old Sneezes

Archive for October, 2008

The connoisseur

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

She shifted in her seat, better to view the label on the proffered bottle. An extremely attractive immaculately dressed young woman, she had the eye of every man present. They watched as she studied more closely, then accepted a sampling. The glass twirled, held up to the light. A brush beneath the nose. A sip. [...]

Forget the Clacks, going Postal is the money spinner

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

When Moist von Lipwig took on the might of the Grand Trunk Clacks line his Postal System came out on top. Here on Roundworld, many companies have learned the true value of old fashioned post over new technologies. Not only can it achieve things that tech can’t (try emailing an elephant), but its components have [...]

Earwigged(ish) Gem #6

Monday, October 27th, 2008

In the shop No. Not really. I just cancelled my direct debit to World Vision Ireland – A smoker when it was suggested the budget’s 50c hike in the price of cigarettes must be hurting him in the pocket. In the bookies We’ll never flippin’ match that – Ladbrokes staff to a punter (a bank [...]

A New Sect

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

In February I overheard Tweets about an upcoming event to be held in Dublin. “Breakthrough to Success“, a 3-day training course on Neuro Linguistic Programming and Neurological Repatterning, being offered by (the apparently famous) Christopher Howard at a cost per head of €1,200. It had slipped off my radar until I learned that three people [...]

Search and you shall not find

Saturday, October 18th, 2008

Okay. Okay. So the muse has failed me and I have to resort to posting a list of the search terms that brought (disturbed) people to my blog. Best I can do for the moment. Sorry. “Tempus fugit phonetic” – How much more phonetic can you get? “Nais ass” (via the Lithuanian Department of Agriculture) [...]

The pre-party – part 3

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

This has been languishing in drafts for a long time. I was going to leave it there until it jumped up and clocked me on the shins like the footrests of a blackbelt’s wheelchair.  Bear with me – after this, there’s only one more. I don’t know when I’ll be able to face into writing [...]

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