The Scobi Wan Kenobi blog? The janitor? Could be.
I realise by my dwindling readership that I ain't blogging like I used to. In fact I ain't blogging much at all. So I thought I would write a blog and in the press of a key and the firing if a synapse, I can put right a wrong. Now all I need to do is think of something to write about.
I am watching "My Family's Crazy Gap Year" where a family spends a year on a catamaran sailing round the world. They are currently on a South Pacific Island, the precise name of which I have forgotten, but it is a pretty damn long way from anywhere. Dad is currently snorkeling for lobster, and now the kids are playing with it like a toy. And finally they have now caught what I thought was a Red Snapper, and are cooking it. Having seen the trailer, I am pretty sure that the Brown's will be speeding to the coast real soon now. Dad has tingling in most of his body, his throat is numb, he is getting hot and cold. They have eaten a Paddle Tail, which can cause convulsions, vomiting and death. Boy they is ill. Cut to the adverts, so that we can return to hopefully a bit better news.
You may have heard on the news, or read in the paper, that the optimum salary to earn is £50k. Any less and you are allowed to be unhappy, any more and you will be unhappy, but feel deep down that you really should not be so unhappy coz you is loaded. Hmm. I was discussing with Brad and Angelina at the weekend about this principle and we concluded that Channel 4 should do a documentary experiment with us, giving us too much money to measure how truly unhappy we can become. Now to really make this experiment work, I think we need to be given an obscene amount of money. And it should be in Russian Rubles, provided via a bag switch manoeuvre at Euston Station. I am going to ask Golfy tomorrow what he thinks.
Which reminds me, I hope to go to the ITD Technical Conference tomorrow, maybe only for the afternoon depending on my work commitments, where I hope to see a number of people who I have not seen for a mighty long time. Including Golfy. And Stretch. And maybe even someone else. And if the day is going well, we may even go for a Ruby in the evening. Result.
I shall bid you farewell for now, and hope to meet again very soon.