tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37175279862036738392024-03-13T02:40:56.244+00:00Say It LouderI have a self-diagnosed concentration problem, I find myself plain bored a lot of the time. This acts as a blackboard for my musings, entertainment or irritations. I'd be flattered by any comments.
Also, you'll learn I like commas, a lot.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.comBlogger396125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-48688539903464946692012-05-31T23:17:00.002+01:002012-05-31T23:17:52.390+01:00Awesome pic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It appears the Scottish National Party have launched their 'Yes' campaign before we know what the question is going to be on Scottish independence. The Scottish and Westminster parliaments are yet to even agree on which consultation (there are to be two) is going to be valid.<br />
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We should just change the question to: 'Do you want Scotland to remain part of the Union?' to stuff their campaign.<br />
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Scotland will be a new country and if it wants to remain part of the EU, means they have to adopt the Euro. <i>That's going well at the moment.</i><br />
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If they don't want to remain part of the EU, they can launch their own central bank and currency, which is fine. <i>But</i> <i>I'm not sure how much haggis and whiskey they could export to keep their currency value stable.</i><br />
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Also, what would happen to all the Scots in England, Wales and Northern Ireland who don't want to go independent? <i>Would they be forced back north of the border?</i> Would they have to have a Scottish passport? If Scotland were to apply to EU, they wouldn't be able to levy additional domestic taxes on these 'Scots'.<br />
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Part of me wants them to try and fail miserably, because I think the minds behind it are all excellent campaigners but poor policy makers subsidized by the rest of the Union.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-2499629637761230292012-05-15T20:38:00.001+01:002012-05-15T20:38:34.310+01:00I've not blogged consistently for a while. I kind of crashed out of love with it and started watching Jersey Shore with no trousers on instead.
I think after a few months of neglect with only a few uploaded photos it might be worth giving some love and attention to these pages. After all, my only contributions have been pictures of holidays, which don't feel like they earn interested readers.
So...I've put on about a stone in the last few months. This is down to drink. I'm a borderline alcoholic now, and even have a red nose as a souvenir. Some would think this a medallion of debauchery, but sadly I can only pinpoint a few drinking sessions that are noteworthy. This just tells me I'm getting old.
I've always been slightly mature for my years, but sadly flesh seems to have caught up with spirit. The ability to brave a hangover has gone. Stress has said an unwelcome hello to my 20s and planted several grey hairs in my beard (I have a beard). Predictably I make a lot of noise when moving anywhere. I'm increasingly getting into red wine.
What I'm most alert to is the cliff edge into a 30-something lifestyle. Some of this is undoubtedly appealing, but it's the velocity I'm most concerned about. There seems to be a whole new step up in <i>life</i>, which requires its own manual to guide you through things like mortgages, Benecol and appropriate shoe care. This last one is important, as being in your late twenties teaches you that suede shoes can look good and trousers <i>are</i> a weekend option. This is no doubt in readiness for a decade of John Lewis.
Something very alarming is the decoupling of your (as a man) attractiveness compared to your girlfriend. As life takes its toll, you realise that you're totally exposed to age, while she seems to cushion it with enviable grace. You merely cling to the hope that you still look good in a suit, although as photos doubtless attest, the sweaty reality of a wedding dance floor is particularly unforgiving. As I'm repeatedly told, I'm not allowed to lose my hair, which makes every trip to the barbers a traumatic experience and less economical each time.
A lot has happened, but obviously some of this has crept up on me. Hopefully I can find the time to provide a full account of it here as things progress.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-80202317929054318822012-04-17T22:24:00.001+01:002012-04-17T22:25:49.345+01:00Venice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUL0lIAXLtoodojVNe77C1TcjscanT2SXQF1pKUtzk6JwHDIdalF4OwRs8fe8QvMDnxcS_s7Z8UTCMxNhMRfy0N0Wl-eMxV18ZPFYwT5PJUIcBZ2CGE-ncEtV8LGqCcM61elO5QeFuQk/s1600/399161_891216439980_202904388_40425851_1186296737_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUL0lIAXLtoodojVNe77C1TcjscanT2SXQF1pKUtzk6JwHDIdalF4OwRs8fe8QvMDnxcS_s7Z8UTCMxNhMRfy0N0Wl-eMxV18ZPFYwT5PJUIcBZ2CGE-ncEtV8LGqCcM61elO5QeFuQk/s400/399161_891216439980_202904388_40425851_1186296737_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732483885261300338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa7uxAisRGyPUSlcsTEdRzuMjj-tHWhF8piLlhlr-3G1tK4Crm3ipR00VqSEG6qcgI9tCTQUmuSsgnR2bVP9aiAQoD3PGhCk6AU8hMfNHmz_U448jIcoNggpKANK6h_A700Nlma_8GvE/s1600/530337_891204813280_202904388_40425768_1853063673_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa7uxAisRGyPUSlcsTEdRzuMjj-tHWhF8piLlhlr-3G1tK4Crm3ipR00VqSEG6qcgI9tCTQUmuSsgnR2bVP9aiAQoD3PGhCk6AU8hMfNHmz_U448jIcoNggpKANK6h_A700Nlma_8GvE/s400/530337_891204813280_202904388_40425768_1853063673_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732483881998268578" /></a><br />Next I go I'm going to the casino (pictured)...by watertaxi.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-37313709723636311752012-02-23T19:35:00.004+00:002012-02-23T19:39:30.526+00:00Pocket SquareGot to be careful. Stop trying to be from Mad Men. This one's weak:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAo9yaibRHKeTgfVTDa7MgqUoNj4tMpwwPGXCB4APwx4EnY53F8b7Gg6ZFL-r0PS0EPmIqLrNsmiyBs9qB6lv5ZO8QVRV_kCQRP1v7WIfaQCVU6YhJwB0bBOj4FRqK6X3s5oqkO7V1Fo/s1600/pocket-square-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 355px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAo9yaibRHKeTgfVTDa7MgqUoNj4tMpwwPGXCB4APwx4EnY53F8b7Gg6ZFL-r0PS0EPmIqLrNsmiyBs9qB6lv5ZO8QVRV_kCQRP1v7WIfaQCVU6YhJwB0bBOj4FRqK6X3s5oqkO7V1Fo/s400/pocket-square-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712417335281142498" /></a><br />This one's too cultured:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchc5YgaC6wrfvfpaVpA2FsOp7Gg9qDIiC3FNFUjh1J0nkrxVEGA0-8xLiHIiGJZQgH-YYUCcVW007EWDDKfpFIUngxXRLzSfMqviSDqAYBrG1KY-u9HJfwIBK0qWVkTW19dBfriqB1QU/s1600/pocket-square.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchc5YgaC6wrfvfpaVpA2FsOp7Gg9qDIiC3FNFUjh1J0nkrxVEGA0-8xLiHIiGJZQgH-YYUCcVW007EWDDKfpFIUngxXRLzSfMqviSDqAYBrG1KY-u9HJfwIBK0qWVkTW19dBfriqB1QU/s400/pocket-square.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712417674131875442" /></a><br />Spot on. Slick:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPiq6ZX1Z71W5tQdQyJhCglaqyTGKN6A-Y-RwRHLqtWX7SgLWb99oSohcHFwZtpOYi-vhGGvT9wM98UYp7XrRQTPRobZWrSewMmEOGiuzRN6X3caZJetHaWiCw2EnE8n3KMsvMvsEsrI/s1600/Ed-Westwick-Pocket-Sq-copy7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPiq6ZX1Z71W5tQdQyJhCglaqyTGKN6A-Y-RwRHLqtWX7SgLWb99oSohcHFwZtpOYi-vhGGvT9wM98UYp7XrRQTPRobZWrSewMmEOGiuzRN6X3caZJetHaWiCw2EnE8n3KMsvMvsEsrI/s400/Ed-Westwick-Pocket-Sq-copy7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712417926869154066" /></a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-9240715677118962502012-02-02T23:20:00.002+00:002012-02-02T23:23:24.213+00:00<iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ui1x88kScAs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br />Watching Emma Boon on Question Time reminds me of one of my favourite QT guests. STARKEY.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-85209022023711582892012-01-23T20:58:00.003+00:002012-01-23T21:28:09.766+00:00So...I haven't blogged in a while because I've been really busy doing things like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IuYYXbJfVu26pB5cipoDh0K3x24qXXC7UynmP-Kz8XDIKNgHnXIjb6DuFih7R3Q3uzURSF_gVO1D4LS10zfwZWKITIkwVVEaJZ5t8eYnPUTKg_ODxrXQbZQdvTZ2dMnhV_-hZ80ifuQ/s1600/holding-door-open_1616284i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IuYYXbJfVu26pB5cipoDh0K3x24qXXC7UynmP-Kz8XDIKNgHnXIjb6DuFih7R3Q3uzURSF_gVO1D4LS10zfwZWKITIkwVVEaJZ5t8eYnPUTKg_ODxrXQbZQdvTZ2dMnhV_-hZ80ifuQ/s400/holding-door-open_1616284i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700938318911996962" /></a><br />Not really. Not quite anyway.<br /><br />I've spent far too much time getting this guys hair off my trousers:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqm3ndIPw2sh-vLaQrJr483ltPTokKUYX8HYajA_NTCGklOtvWi8CTFVPOO7wFxkuuCHCxcjJbd8Tbpy3fh6j1OMfV1Kacsx-TERRJa7ZiVUJkpUeJ-aOC36qfdOc78YnDzjhXyS7EqU/s1600/downing-street-cat_2111342i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqm3ndIPw2sh-vLaQrJr483ltPTokKUYX8HYajA_NTCGklOtvWi8CTFVPOO7wFxkuuCHCxcjJbd8Tbpy3fh6j1OMfV1Kacsx-TERRJa7ZiVUJkpUeJ-aOC36qfdOc78YnDzjhXyS7EqU/s400/downing-street-cat_2111342i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700942189206351538" /></a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-52639933361983323132011-12-26T22:55:00.002+00:002011-12-26T22:58:52.572+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTuydf7wtY6oWn5BZcz82Nxwsx5uaYaL29nGBOv2tS6_xmxULVcVtLbwDfq4XPo8Agzp3691gJHXbU22WgU7bp8nKUmktpE5IzJlmNOh6yoWw8fBwkVThhSIAq089hATFAK3NXQ7F00I/s1600/hbx-0910-klein-book-shelves-sofa10-de.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTuydf7wtY6oWn5BZcz82Nxwsx5uaYaL29nGBOv2tS6_xmxULVcVtLbwDfq4XPo8Agzp3691gJHXbU22WgU7bp8nKUmktpE5IzJlmNOh6yoWw8fBwkVThhSIAq089hATFAK3NXQ7F00I/s400/hbx-0910-klein-book-shelves-sofa10-de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690574607059203426" /></a><br />When I grow up, I'm having a house with an old chesterfield sofa and filled with books and photos of awesome memories.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-43993001121203012011-12-22T23:44:00.002+00:002011-12-22T23:45:00.109+00:00<iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0hR6O7VxKaQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />The Military Wives. I suppose if I ever have to support a charity single it's at christmas. Slick video.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-60238573434481320092011-12-22T23:37:00.000+00:002011-12-22T23:38:22.482+00:00ARGE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvyawSAIv-rAtCWHMr2CMW8NpiV_FoggxRmXsWhR9haePWcsY4YM2Xu4EUmOVaSEoybTA4oUoCV2wlgny6UA3zAj42_vgtmlsUaDgLtrxmnyIBpgrtP8FSCHJASVR0A5J4zVQfUjxQ3A/s1600/9p3fk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvyawSAIv-rAtCWHMr2CMW8NpiV_FoggxRmXsWhR9haePWcsY4YM2Xu4EUmOVaSEoybTA4oUoCV2wlgny6UA3zAj42_vgtmlsUaDgLtrxmnyIBpgrtP8FSCHJASVR0A5J4zVQfUjxQ3A/s400/9p3fk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689101173643136418" /></a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-42803518573843865512011-12-08T11:46:00.004+00:002011-12-08T11:49:41.568+00:00Awesome Advert<iframe width="470" height="269" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8WCBvVH7FGI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-92055573314064112002011-12-06T22:37:00.001+00:002011-12-06T22:37:36.566+00:00Awesome pic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXVg1fE9Cu8pJHpddTmU55NimqEa6kVmXZwnGnfb7E1ceaIpbBQBvvQSArAiP4-oP376tcmzwn7PhMHUW4wcrKMfpoJ4Hx9WS8deAyoDse5H6-fFDU469udUA3mTAYwAQ43_YwySGVcU/s1600/enhanced-buzz-wide-16942-1322857259-92.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXVg1fE9Cu8pJHpddTmU55NimqEa6kVmXZwnGnfb7E1ceaIpbBQBvvQSArAiP4-oP376tcmzwn7PhMHUW4wcrKMfpoJ4Hx9WS8deAyoDse5H6-fFDU469udUA3mTAYwAQ43_YwySGVcU/s400/enhanced-buzz-wide-16942-1322857259-92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683148158079471890" /></a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-40967754439288303442011-11-28T22:16:00.000+00:002011-11-28T22:17:19.405+00:00Gary Speed 1969-2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-7aanwq8a7Owfl5XBY_5Rn5Z14ZmKto2jHvKjxCEhkQgnxmHkEKPsWsR9MAFHGS3symjpNLkvIfubN27ZaTL3zLf8bVPjOWEM7VsUGl87NQmao4tdUWn926iC1nbqwVtQyTVR8hPMdI/s1600/4541911133.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-7aanwq8a7Owfl5XBY_5Rn5Z14ZmKto2jHvKjxCEhkQgnxmHkEKPsWsR9MAFHGS3symjpNLkvIfubN27ZaTL3zLf8bVPjOWEM7VsUGl87NQmao4tdUWn926iC1nbqwVtQyTVR8hPMdI/s400/4541911133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680174224200502018" /></a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-10739095169429449342011-11-09T18:22:00.000+00:002011-11-09T18:24:05.901+00:00We did Paris well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxcU-aH0D-Ylue9gcyE1DGZJZdDRu5U1AAgRj5CHQljSyfkdPjgr0tf7nQdycyliFho9kSrp5Xg4HLzcWFKiKw1ZRqhtvZZNRyNDrwlOSRQ-8Ee-Q-qn2bjp882V8FCMB9rzSVJh2KT0/s1600/Paris2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxcU-aH0D-Ylue9gcyE1DGZJZdDRu5U1AAgRj5CHQljSyfkdPjgr0tf7nQdycyliFho9kSrp5Xg4HLzcWFKiKw1ZRqhtvZZNRyNDrwlOSRQ-8Ee-Q-qn2bjp882V8FCMB9rzSVJh2KT0/s400/Paris2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673063464810420466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4Il8KCvLnGV4uwMp50GK2KgyP9hz1zQwb_UWJ10zfCoPAFJqmxZrrQdAPOFGXKPTeR2C8IP7gdr5vVxNU0SuCiIwHWs0gq-RhFpadrWS76yNUXiEz8A7U7aGTCjxBjTyiYQ31DHwCqw/s1600/309833_796969626350_202904388_39899818_1920028597_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4Il8KCvLnGV4uwMp50GK2KgyP9hz1zQwb_UWJ10zfCoPAFJqmxZrrQdAPOFGXKPTeR2C8IP7gdr5vVxNU0SuCiIwHWs0gq-RhFpadrWS76yNUXiEz8A7U7aGTCjxBjTyiYQ31DHwCqw/s400/309833_796969626350_202904388_39899818_1920028597_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673063463686443538" /></a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-3892667333770430842011-10-20T21:38:00.000+01:002011-10-20T21:40:01.813+01:00BOOM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJYC_xZtCkvi-btZFVzUbGtHO8DBca65qSVS60swivQVZaBzyFTz0kOvR-NHYOVbk6YNTiLmE0tQxCc828W6tf-8hzaxBnzKosATJ84ZLxxNjAXXSi6NNfClPzoMb5cOc3SmVNiudY70/s1600/Gaddafi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJYC_xZtCkvi-btZFVzUbGtHO8DBca65qSVS60swivQVZaBzyFTz0kOvR-NHYOVbk6YNTiLmE0tQxCc828W6tf-8hzaxBnzKosATJ84ZLxxNjAXXSi6NNfClPzoMb5cOc3SmVNiudY70/s400/Gaddafi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665676699098269810" /></a><br />Checkmate.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-83096239971550334472011-10-14T23:48:00.003+01:002011-10-14T23:52:47.811+01:00HCSF<iframe width="390" height="294" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lzXkzDm7bkE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />I love these guys. They remind me of two things:<br /><br />1. Car journeys to the local bakery in the South of France to fetch freshly baked baguettes (you cannot buy these anywhere else in the world other than a proper French boulanger - and if you think you can you've not had the real thing)<br /><br />2. Sitting outside a cafe down the hill from Sacre Coeur in Paris, having a beer and watching a 3 piece band play in the street<br /><br />Fully aware I sound like a douche saying that.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-81229984700483227912011-10-06T08:41:00.000+01:002011-10-06T08:42:39.172+01:00Steve Jobs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_-NBXua03r6K30M-4RNhZNrNhV4cO3i7_CEVEhBTYH-4h8-djLm3iDQHtRd_lET5Mau8FXDn4dr1gvZjMyt7rlimVGs6UmIKTh20foDIWi92W6eiaLczfxT1cNf3Y2dl8cNFp3r6Q4o/s1600/Steve+Jobs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_-NBXua03r6K30M-4RNhZNrNhV4cO3i7_CEVEhBTYH-4h8-djLm3iDQHtRd_lET5Mau8FXDn4dr1gvZjMyt7rlimVGs6UmIKTh20foDIWi92W6eiaLczfxT1cNf3Y2dl8cNFp3r6Q4o/s400/Steve+Jobs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660281244240005458" /></a><br />I love this homepage tribute.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-66436831985760334862011-09-28T21:42:00.000+01:002011-09-28T21:43:26.661+01:00Cool advert<iframe width="450" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4O4XvcSIijI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />An old one but the best of the bunch.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-78977581186078988422011-09-28T21:25:00.000+01:002011-09-28T21:26:06.084+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9lkgZvTgHkckPXQlvmu9RNiN2-8fXXuMJLzdyLJ0o4jZlVHN8QzQCmOBOr-NkHfQkU-OpVJSI7TZSRs-p76ss7gGN-uBPYd_9l0ltEOimQd8sq_mrxcnsn5Zju0h8H3mxXFpm5ag2pM/s1600/tramp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9lkgZvTgHkckPXQlvmu9RNiN2-8fXXuMJLzdyLJ0o4jZlVHN8QzQCmOBOr-NkHfQkU-OpVJSI7TZSRs-p76ss7gGN-uBPYd_9l0ltEOimQd8sq_mrxcnsn5Zju0h8H3mxXFpm5ag2pM/s400/tramp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657509422060836882" /></a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-59062788508394538002011-09-20T18:18:00.001+01:002011-09-20T18:20:27.947+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLGFpz_G2xgmomjULBJl_56NmzGrBgywYwtezcJeI2xFDwSacgXexQGwskxHlHe_lOyGq5TEOJZsfkF_5i6OfEP-aT6GDRVzGf-C-RT6WCgs2lfsdohJdbw2hcS5VNOgJia_hH0TvKyE/s1600/google-plus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLGFpz_G2xgmomjULBJl_56NmzGrBgywYwtezcJeI2xFDwSacgXexQGwskxHlHe_lOyGq5TEOJZsfkF_5i6OfEP-aT6GDRVzGf-C-RT6WCgs2lfsdohJdbw2hcS5VNOgJia_hH0TvKyE/s400/google-plus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654492585342234882" /></a><br />I don't really 'get' Google +. I've been a member for a couple of months now and never use it, but I guess that's more to do with the fact about 5 people I know are on there who are already on Facebook. Now it's open for everyone that might change...or not...it's sort of down to you. Add me.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-64712552282648906552011-09-19T20:21:00.000+01:002011-09-19T20:22:30.977+01:00<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">"I’ve been out with so many women who’ve set off alarm bells that I could write a book about it. In fact, I’m seriously considering penning such a book, called “Alarm Bells.” I’ll sometimes bring up this book project when I’m on a first date, just to see how the woman reacts. Ironically, sometimes the way a date responds to the idea of a book called “Alarm Bells” sets off those same bells themselves. For example, at Applebee’s once, a human-resources lady I met on MapQuest said she “would never read a book like that.” I was, like, “Check, please!” I don’t think I could ever be with someone who doesn’t like to read."</span><blockquote></blockquote></span>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-36921057708076756902011-09-15T23:26:00.003+01:002011-09-15T23:29:55.347+01:00<blockquote><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">"Where are you going Fatso?!"</span></b></blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /></b></span></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br />I got asked this by a delightful young woman wheeling her suitcase on my walk home and we got in each others way. I was taken aback by her brusque attack. I wish now I had the quick tongue to call her a cunt and spit in her face.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-28785972910995785622011-09-15T23:25:00.002+01:002011-09-15T23:25:33.134+01:00<iframe width="380" height="287" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Orv_F2HV4gk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div>Off to the Piano Bar in Kensington tomorrow night - hopefully will get the pianist to play this.</div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-74530540802405866412011-09-11T22:44:00.000+01:002011-09-11T22:45:13.576+01:00<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><b>"Let me give you my vision: a man's right to work as he will, to spend what he earns, to own property, to have the state as servant and not as master. These are the British inheritance. They are the essence of a free economy and on that freedom all our other freedoms depend."</b></span></blockquote><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">- Thatcher, 1987</div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717527986203673839.post-38669424130353437072011-09-11T00:59:00.001+01:002011-09-11T00:59:55.315+01:00James Brown - awesome<iframe width="295" height="251" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GAp7uqnUYSA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606250608895020280noreply@blogger.com0