GPOYW of my feet on the sidewalk of the Golden Gate Bridge. That thing you see through that little hole? Oh, nothing, that’s just the water below. And, you know, just the few inches of concrete separating me from it.


To avoid causing offence or embarrassment to others we ask that our customers are appropriately dressed when visiting our store (footwear must be worn at all times and no nightwear is permitted).

This is a pet hate of mine (one of many, I know). Why do people find it acceptable to walk around in pyjama bottoms and slippers? Those are INSIDE clothes. For INSIDE. You’re not cool, hip or a rule breaker. You’re just walking around in pyjamas. BBC News – Tesco ban on shoppers in pyjamas

Some Humour Doesn’t Translate

Have you ever been in the position where you’ve cracked a joke (or in my case, an awkward attempt at one), and had everyone take it seriously?

On Saturday night I was having a conversation with two female friends who are both getting married this year. They were discussing their photgraphers and the expense it would cost them. I quipped ‘you should just hire the guy who does the sketches for the High Court’.

One of them looked at me and said ‘I don’t know, I don’t think he’d have enough time to draw everyone’.


It’s nice to engage people and learn more about those who read my blog and/or twitter. Maybe someone will ask a question that will really get me thinking. In the meantime I will continue to post funny pictures… 😉

I’m sick of snow. Seeing snow, walking on snow, wondering if it’s going to snow, talking about snow, typing the word snow, listening to other people say the word snow, watching people drive on the snow, dusting snow off my clothes, wondering if I’ve sat on snow and it’s stuck to the back of my coat, checking out the window to see if there’s snow, texting people to warn them about the snow, driving like a granny on the snow, googling ‘snow chains’, googling ‘snow tyres’, googling ‘when is the snow going to stop?’, blogging about snow, reading blogs about snow, listening to the radio bang on about snow, watching news footage of the snow, dreaming about the snow. Snow, snow, snow. MELT!