Down the rabbit hole...

So... I ordered a bag from Cocosa.com. Quite a nice DKNY overnight style bag at a good clearance price. Everything is cool, the order is accepted, the bag despatched and I await delivery. Needless to say delivery was not actually a delivery, more a notification about some guy popping around deciding that it's all too complicated to deliver so leaving a card and then me going to find the office and picking it up... that kind of 'delivery'. But enough about my issue with courier companies in this country (at this point btw, Yodel... I love you, you are the best and allow your people to use common sense and follow the customers instructions... and deliver Saturdays... cool) Anyway. I open the package and look at my lovely, shiny new bag. Only it is not my lovely, shiny new bag... it is my receipt for my bag but it is another DKNY bag. A nice bag, but not the bag I ordered. I write, politely to Cocosa. They respond, politely. They say I ordered a bag and they de...

Sorry, having trouble finding anything to be 'happy' about here... A talented woman who worked her way from secretary to head of a large national organisation through talent and hard work has been destroyed because of the actions of others. Her culpability is not proven. Ironically she has been tried in the same court she tried others, that of the media... just desserts?... maybe... and maybe not, we love building people up and then knocking them down, one of our more unpleasant traits. How about shouting at, and trying to physically attack, an 80 year old man in the street... outrageous?... but suddenly ok because he runs a news organisation that feeds the salacious appetites of the very people now attacking him... How about the shock that politicians, of all persuasions, find it necessary and/or enjoyable to mix with the 'movers and shakers' of our society... their fault... or ours... or is it even a fault? And why are the family of a murdered 13 yea...

Oh, by the way, you have to read to the end of the blog entry today if you are superstitious, that’s because I have put a ‘read me’ curse on the blog entry and only by reading through the blog will you un-curse yourself by reading the hidden anti-curse. It’s all very clever really, basically, you write a curse, get it approved by the Royal Society of Curses and then embed it within a paragraph of seemingly harmless drivel. That’s what I have done. The paragraph you just read contains the hidden curse and the antidote to the curse is hidden within a paragraph in the remainder of the blog… see… simple really! The curse is a money curse. If you fail to read the remainder of the blog entry you will lose a small amount of money in the next 47 hours. I can’t go into the whole ‘why 47 and not 48 hours?’ bit now, just take my word for it. Anyway, the cool thing is, this money you lose will somehow find its way to me within 65 hours after the initial 47. Cool huh! Anyway, on with the blog… I ...

Why is it I feel so sleepy when I get bored and so generally lethargic. It seems to become a vicious cycle. I get bored because of something I ‘must’ do and then I start to feel lethargic and lazy and seem to find almost any excuse to not do what I need to do! I could quite happily go to B&Q, buy some paint, paint a wall and watch it dry… mind you, some of the new paints only take minutes to dry and then I would be right back where I started, that is, with a task I need to do that isn’t getting done. Same with those tasks that you know, absolutely positively, that once complete nobody will ever notice or even know about, not unless you tell them! Even then, who will really care. Thing is, if we only do things that really matter and will actually serve a purpose, then we might as well pack up for half the week and go home. Great as that sounds… not sure it will actually pay the bills, and I seem to have a few of them, but heh, that’s the beauty of our wonderful capitalist society!...

Steering clear of talking about projects, management teams or suppliers today. I think. But as I have just started hitting the keys who really knows. It’s not like I sit here and think about what I am going to write… bit like the way I talk I suppose. I just start my mouth up like some sort of industrial hedge trimmer and then set about forming something pretty out of a hedge… only doesn’t always look pretty… see, now five seconds ago I didn’t know I was going to write that and nor did you! How come Thailand gets some fit bird to run the country and we get Abbot and Costello? Even when we do get a woman to run the country we choose Attila the Hun or Thatcher. Not sure which of them was responsible for most deaths but pretty certain Attila killed more personally than Thatcher but you never can tell what goes on in those cabinet meetings until somebody writes their memoirs, assuming they make it that far. I say ‘choose’ although it might not exactly be choice per se. After all there...

What interesting and entertaining things are happening in the world today then… Looks like the Strauss Khan case is taking an interesting twist. Although is it an unexpected twist? It is almost certain that the naughty chap shagged the poor unsuspecting maid like a scene from a 1970’s 8mm blue film. Who would have thought it! Guess it does raise a number of questions which will now have to asked and answered. Did she have sex and then regret what she had done and tried then to cover her guilt by making up a story? Did the NYC police department trip over themselves to arrest Strauss Khan purely because of the adrenalin rush of such a high profile character and of course the need to race onto the hot tarmac, lights blazing and sirens screaming, with a dramatic slide of the patrol car into the path of an already taxiing 747 bound for Paris to seize the evil criminal before he made his dramatic escape? Or perhaps the more serious questions about whether she might have been assaulted ...