Author: Tim

They really, really don’t get it. One of the crassest and most totally idiotic examples of mindless web design that I have ever seen. http://www.co-op.ac.uk/

A man who chose “Lloyds is pants” as his telephone banking password said he found it had been changed by a member of staff to “no it’s not” BBC :rofl:

I have just got back from watching the Tinsley Towers, the two large cooling towers by the side of the elevated section of the M1 in Sheffield, being demolished. Tinsley Towers 3am No Tinsley Towers 3:01am The first time I have been to see a demolition. Quite extraordinary.

I was just looking through the Beans Flickr. I found a picture of a woman tied to a dog. Caption Submissions in a comments box please

A couple of posts elsewhere have made me think of some things which I missed, when I had the chance – that is to say, places I didn’t visit, things I didn’t do, when I lived right next to them. These include: Living 4 miles from Sutton Hoo and never going to see it. Living…

Jax: “Small, I can’t look up the shop online, not all shops are online.” Just wonder when the first parent had to explain that.

Took the Smalls to meet up with Jax and batch of schoolfriends at the cinema yesterday. Whilst hanging around waiting, I added to my Geograph collection, had an overpriced Starbucks coffee and browsed around Borders shop. I love maps, new, old, doesn’t matter, they fascinate me. I hadn’t really spent any time looking at Cassini…

Well there was more wind than flood, but “After The Wind” didn’t seem like such a good title. Still the weekend was fun, even if the camping left something to be desired. I must admit, I am disappointed that our tent (Vango Venture 500), allegedly (I wasn’t there to see it) failed to stand up…

But the best bit is the (fictitious?) organisation who have supposedly published the poster. “Acadamy Of Linguistic Awarness”. Oh dear.

Her first love. Harry was Big’s first baby doll, she chose him herself from the shop, when she was barely over a year old. Now, heartless, fickle hussy that she is, poor Harry sobs silently to himself, neglected, forgotten, on a shelf at our old house.