Our origins are our future.
I hate reality but it’s still the best place to get a good steak.
If I win a £25.00 Premium Bond, I will share it among my 25 closest friends.
After a successful and triumphant return from the West Coast of North America and a suitable recuperation period having now elapsed, normal service will shortly be resumed at Tales from my Sofa.
I have done neither and I would do neither.
The question is whether the perceived perception of risk is less or equivalent to the proportionate increase in the level of adrenalin caused by the activity. To my mind, they both lose out every time.
As winter fast approaches, the nation’s attention switches to matters of national importance.
Who will win the X Factor ?
I spent the afternoon defrosting the fridge.
Surely there has to be a simpler way of doing this ?
I had never appreciated that there is something inherently liberating about sitting at a laptop typing a blog. The only drawback is that I keep on having periodic flashbacks to Carrie in SATC. And that is not good. Not good at all.
Some commentators have said that the explosion of on-line dating has meant that people have lost the ability to communicate face to face.
That surely also applies to blogs and blogging ?
It is rare that I am able to remember my dreams. Last night however was different.
I dreamt that I was back at school, in a French lesson, being taught about charcuterie.
I woke up to find that I had slept on my arm and had lost all feeling in it.
I wonder what a dream Doctor would make of that ?