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London Writers’ Club
One for the (London-based) writers among you. The London Writers Club is a new monthly event put on by a couple of agents, with the intention of allowing writers (both working and prospective) to network. A friend of mine put me onto it a few weeks ago. Like I said, it’s fairly new (I believe…
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I Think It Means I’m Weird, Love…
Jules: [Holding a book about dream interpretation] What was that dream you had last night about? Me: I dreamed that I was inserted into a virtual reality simulation of an auditorium as part of a road-safety education campaign and then, when I could feel they were about to bring us back out, and purely on…
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Spam Reaches New Bizarre Theshold
Most spam tends towards the bizarre. I guess it’s a feature of the genre, or would be were spam a genre rather than a plague. But I just received one that pushed the envelope to new levels of illogicality, starting with the mail’s subject: Wish you had three hands you could wear a watch on?…
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Panic, Counter-Panic, And Those Standing Firm
In my office, much of the talk is of swine flu, as I’m sure is the case everywhere. Fits of coughing are greeted with perfectly timed mutters of: “And there goes the first one…” while statements in scheduling meetings are inevitably laced with qualifications that any time estimates are dependent on us not dying beforehand.…
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A John The Baptist Of A Post
Hi all, This isn’t the post that ends the “Great Jonny Nexus Blog Rethink of 2009”. Think of it more as a John the Baptist to that post’s Jesus. I’m still thinking about what sort of things I want to blog about. But since I’ve now got Live Journal to switch the feed from the…
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Yet Another Test
Another test, from my iPhone this time.
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More Testing…
And now, the end is near, and as I take, the final cur…..tain. Not sure if anyone is going to get this, but if you do, treat it as a Londoner would treat an unconscious man he found lying on a tube station late one night. (i.e. Ignore it).
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Testing, Testing…
Tap. Tap. Can everyone hear me at the back? Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
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