August 2009
50 posts
My Yorkshire puddings are rising for a change. Must have been the beer.
Bloody idiot. It would have been a really good idea not to smash that window with my elbow.
Raaaaawwww!! http://twitpic.com/fkgwr
Peanut butter & boiled potatoe roll tastes a whole lot nicer than it sounds.
Awake before my girls. Watching them both sleep.
This ‘ain’t no swine flu but if it is then the virus has made a pigs ear of infecting me.
Having said that, each scream of my daughter is like being drop kicked in the head.
True Blood & Tamiflu. A heady Friday night cocktail.
National Pandemic Flu service seems to think I have piggypox and recommends a course of anti-viral drugs. Buggering hell pants!
Feeling like death. Not sure if it’s lack of sleep from fidgety teething baby kicking me in the kidneys all night or piggy pox.
On my way back to the castle with wine and a small ‘well done’ gift.
Me, @hokicoki & iggle piggle off to catch the pinki ponk.
I’m proud of my wife.
I want a plasmonic spaser device.
Eating some yummy tomato chutney from chez Russell with gruyère on toast.
Went to Springfield Park and saw a grass snake. Didn’t think London would have any.
Rich pickings for blackberry hunters in the marshes.
Buggering hell pants! The boiler has gone again.
WTF?!? http://bit.ly/bb7CE
For a 4 day week that lasted a bloody aeon. And now: the far more important bits of life.
“Remember, Ginger Rogers Did Everything That Fred Astaire Did, but Backwards and on High Heels”
Fantastic!!! http://bit.ly/cvEiW
And even better: http://web.archive.org/web/20070105040152/www.frankbennett.com/discography.htm
Just had to rescue a little 90 year old woman that tripped and knocked her head. All that blood has made my lunch a bit less appealing.
The new office? http://twitpic.com/dm7bt
I wish I could sleep. Sooo tired.
Happy to say my bike is back from the factory and I pick it up today!
Back to back meetings and fading fast.
Little fluffy clouds over ulang bator. http://twitpic.com/d9zjq
I’m back in sweet smelling blighty!
http://twitpic.com/d67lu - (Can’t sleep) This is why I skipped the Forbidden City today…
http://twitpic.com/d6837 -
If I had to sum up this trip in two words they’d be: Sweet and Sour.
http://twitpic.com/d577j - In true Mr Creasote spirit I’m taking my last trip into the hotel buffet. Lobster to start. Via #TwoopDeDoo!
http://twitpic.com/d5g7t - Basta!! Via #TwoopDeDoo!
http://twitpic.com/d4gig - Dinner venue last night. Via #TwoopDeDoo!
Now I’m being shuttled to a palace for a 15 course feast. C’mon belly, you’ve been in training all my life don’t let me down now…
The term buffet really doesn’t do it justice.
Seems odd to be listening to Joy Division on the 9th floor of the hilton in Beijing. Ho hum. Time for bed. Signing off… The big squid.
Ps. @blellum thanks for the imodium tip.
Awake from a snooze and feeling semi-alright. Thinking about food.
Looks like Twitter is a victim of the great firewall. I wonder whether these SMS tweets are getting through?
Champagne and legroom. Nice. http://twitpic.com/cv294
In exec lounge waiting flight.
After a 5:30 start to the day, I’m convinced @hokicoki is trying to help me get onto China time.
I’m off to China for a few days next week.