Adam

A pack.of two bread buns with the tag Giant White Baps.

A challenging wank but at least I didn't need to have my ID verified.

My local Indian Restaurant The New Bengal was burnt down a few years back. When it reopened they renamed it: The New New Bengal.

Just read a story that it's been taken over and the new owner has some 'new' plans for it... They've got to haven't they?!

LinkedIn job posting by greggs (the bakers) for a 'quality assurance technician'.

You call it what you want Greggs but this is clearly a job posting for a sausage roll taster. Expect my CV today.

I have to walk past 4 pubs and a chip shop on my way to the gym. But here I am. Really impressed with myself as I didn't think I could lift anything while this drunk. The battered sausage must've soaked it up.

They really are. Coincidentally I was listening to another song this morning for the first time that had the line, "Funny how a melody sound like a memory."
Good Morning, June. Hope all is well with you today.

Anyway, thank you spotify shuffle, Radiation Vibe is still very much a vibe.

I often wonder if I still haven't heard my favourite song but I wonder how many songs I love I've already heard for the last time?

Preferable to the possible alternatives

It's right though, can't remember when I used one. Not like I've gone cashless. StiIl pay for things with cash in bars & shops etc. Which begs the question: Where is the cash coming from? Is that why my brain is making me think about it? Am I losing consciousness and doing things for cash in hand?

Brains are strange things. I've been having spells of death anxiety recently. So often find myself thinking about the impacts of it etc. but then randomly my brain will just slip out of it and think "Hey, we haven't used a cash machine in I dont know how many years!"

I read a book recently about aging. There was a quote that people get old when they stop thinking about the future, their dreams and aspirations.

I think there's another indicator of the tipping point though. It's when hearing the music of your adolescence makes you feel sad rather than happy.

Greggs bacon sandwich with a lot of bacon. Maybe 6 slices.

Last bite of a greggs bacon on sandwich with a lot of bacon.

I wasn't sure but recently thought the blonde, tattooed woman in greggs might be flirting. This morning when I walked in she said I saw you coming so I've put your coffee on.

Now, I'm not very good at picking up or reading signals but... this was the bacon sandwich she made me:

Night cap.

On reflectiion it might've actually been too hot for camping up a hill. My emergency jelly babies have melting in my bag into a John Carpenter-esque mess.

Both work.

Yeah, exactly. How do you go home to your family after doing it.

Though the, "LET'S GO, <player>! LET'S GO!" is particularly shite and drags on unbelievably long for a five word sentance.

It's tough to choose what the worst type of this 'make it about me' prick-ery is but I'd offer up as contenders:

"COME ON RONNIE!" - Snooker

and

"COME ON TIM/ANDY!" - Tennis

Basically loud, uninvited, instructions to come on people.

Genuinely dont know how I feel about this: On one hand I think sports people who want to play in front of large crowds should be able to do it with out expecting silence.

But on the other hand when there is silence the person who waits for appluse to stop then shouts something should be executed. 🤔

Could someone more knowledgeable than me explain this: In doubles tennis, when the none serving partner is crouching down by the net, how does server resist smashing the ball into their arse?

Someone messaged with a request for some info 'urgently'. Spent morning pulling it together, delayed other stuff, got it to them and messaged to check they understood and that it closed the issue.

They replied saying, Thanks, I'll have a look at it later.

Later!

Not that fucking urgent was it!

On the subject of society's rules: Places that only serve Yorkshires with beef can fuck off. I want them with pork or chicken! Don't start with crackling and stuffing as the alternative timings.

It's like saying well, if you want a blowjob you've got to have anal.

Admitted not 'exactly' like that…

While this is partly tongue in cheek, there's definitely an issue. Societies work when even unpoliced people follow certain rules for the good of others.

When some stop, the next wave is 'well why should I bother?'

I suspect we are close to a point the majority would fail the shopping trolly test.

Genuinely believe we are about 2 years away from a society where, on the road, no one moves out the way to allow ambulances through.

There's an entitlement crisis. Merge in turn is gone already.

Working in the office today.
Arrived to find 90 pence on my desk (one 50p, two 20p) and my chair relined slightly.

Did someone owe me?
Do I now owe somebody?
Is it a comment on my worth or attitude?

This is exactly how phycological unraveling begins before a decent into madness.

Well played…

Was it Phenomena: A book of wonders.

Don't worry I'm aware this makes me a dick. I've made peace with that.

My favourite thing to do in an Internet argument when someone jumps being a dick or rude or aggressive, is to respond super politely & reasonable then keep the conversation going till they see that, calm down and often apologise about their original message.

Then I tell them to go fuck themselves!

We have a Manchester office that is a couple of hours from both London and Newcastle and one train!

Yes, designing the network to only cope with a maximum temperature of 3 degrees above average looks to have been misguided.