My Friend Wrote A Book

My good friend and erstwhile colleague Dave Dorrough (or David Doordough as Amazon helpfully suggests you might mean) has written a novel.  It's called Revolution and it's available on Amazon if you can get past their suggestion filter or from his own site here: https://revolutionnovel.com/  

You should buy it.  And also read it but if you had to pick one, just go with the buying.

Hardest Tongue Twister?

Some time last summer my daughter and I discovered, much to her amusement, after I broke a popper off my trouser pocket that I can't really say "Pocket Popper" much more than once without getting in a mess.  She also found it tricky, but Hayley seemingly has little problem, not sure why that would be.

Anyway, today we refined it further by adding in some of the words we say when we get it wrong and came up with: "Popular Pocket Popper Puppet" which to be honest I often struggle to say even once, usually starting with "Pockular..."

Give it a go!

The Lion King

I found out today, courtesy of my wonderful daughter, that the story of the lion king is this: a cub's daddy dies, then he becomes king.

Sounds awesome.

Facebook Is Trying To Get Rid Of Me!

I'm not sure how I've managed to upset Facebook, but I was a little shocked to see this as a recommended group:

Or has Facebook achieved sentience and started a subtle programme to get rid of the fleshies?  Well I'm not that easy to get rid of Facebook!

Decisions, decisions...

I thought it was unlikely that the legendary Owl Lamp could ever be bested.  I was wrong!  Three times over, in fact.  But which one to buy?  The parrot just edges it for me and only £85 too!  And is it me or does the rabbit look like it's passing a tapeworm..?

Braaaiiins... Beeeeeerr... Braaaiiiin Beeeerr....

It's what all thirsty zombies have been looking for.  A beer with added brains!  What's not to love? Well the added brains, obviously.  And actually, the beer too.  If I'm honest, I'm not really all that keen on cranberries either.

Blast From the Past

My good lady wife was perusing the 21 Years of Spectrum display while taking Phoebe to her swimming lesson when she spotted a picture of Spectrum Fencing Club from 1994 which she thought had me in it.  So I asked them for a copy of it, and she was right!

What do you mean you can't see me?  I'm here: