Posts from December 2006
I got a new dressing gown for Christmas (December 28th, 2006)
Poor Gerald Ford eh? Thanks to Saddam, even in death he’s just a footnote.
Tis the night before Christmas (December 24th, 2006)
Well, I made it home and managed to finish my Christmas shopping at exactly 3:55pm. Early this year. I’ve bought books for almost everyone. A gift you can open again and again, said the sign in the shop. They are so right.
Christmas time is here, how jolly, disapproval would be folly (December 23rd, 2006)
So here it is Merry Christmas eve eve. I’m supposed to be going home to my parents’ place in Newark later this morning to enjoy four – count ‘em – days of home cooking and merriment. I plan to do absolutely no work at all for those four days but, given that everyone I’ve told [...]
Icety (December 20th, 2006)
I’m absolutely freezing. For some reason – no matter how often I turn the heating on, or how high I set it – it remains absolutely freezing. Icy even. No, more than icy. Arctic.
Touch my bum, this is nice (December 17th, 2006)
So, Lembit’s doing a Cheeky Girl. Brilliant.
Je suis un twat (December 17th, 2006)
Actually is twat masculine or feminine?
Carr sends out press release in the third person (December 14th, 2006)
So, I just sent out the big launch announcement. They say every time someone writes their own press release, a PR person dies.
You’re right of course (December 14th, 2006)
That last post was terribly boring.
All just numbers (December 14th, 2006)
Last week it was words, this week it’s numbers. I’m buried in spreadsheets. Cashflows, P&Ls. All that good stuff.
Let’s go! (December 13th, 2006)
Ok, a couple of days of post-book winding down and meetings to get everything clear and straight. But now it’s Wednesday and it’s time to get things started. I’m going to be blogging all the way, you’ll be pleased to here. So it’s likely that you’ll hear things here first. Worth a bookmark, for sure. [...] |
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