Bitter. Damaged. Old Queen.

I recieved a text message today. I thought it was pure genius. It was allegedly a perfectly innocent message from a friend of mine in London, it read as follows:

"I'm in London (don't ask!) need to speak 2 U urgently (need a favour) can u call me on 0207--------- battery low ask for Liz, she will pass you to me. Thanks mate."

So being a good citizen, I call, to hear the message "Welcome to Buckingham Palace, if you are calling regarding a recieved text message, please hang up now". Bloody brilliant, I immediately forwarded it on to all my friends.

Sorry your Maj, nice muff by the way.

Crunch Time

I'm back!!

Well times are a changing here in gaylords tower. I left my job three weeks ago not really knowing at the point how well it would all go, but so far - touch wood - it's going as well as I could have hoped.

So in all this excitement and time of change, I've decided to embrace a new modernity. Yes I've made the switch to Mac. Well I say switch, it's more manage et trois, they're both going to sleep with me. But one is for best and the other... well let's at least keep this entry clean shall we.

But I mean just took a look at this baby, she's reconditioned, comes with TWO floppies (what more can a boy ask for) and a HARD drive AND (yes AND) a small rodent. This machine is filth .com.

Look forward to more exciting posts from the beast.