by Neil | Mar 26, 2008 | humor, Humour, Life, Personal, Random, Seemed like a good idea at the time, smart monkeys dumb animals, why, Why I hate Mondays, why is it always me
Now for the infamous leg story. When last seen our fearless feckless hero was exiting Eastercon after an exciting weekend of beer, literature, more beer, geeks and a healthy dose of book buying. Putting aside a very nearly lifelong fear of rats, he had foolishly...by Neil | Mar 4, 2008 | Abbey Wood, ballistic fat welshman, Comedy, humor, Humour, Life, why is it always me
Dear Chav, I trust this letter finds you in rather better health than I am at the moment as I sit here typing, a bag of frozen peas on my distressed knee, unable to move my neck through ten degrees. You probably don’t recognise me, having only glimpsed my face...by Neil | Feb 23, 2008 | Amsterdam, Comedy, humor, Humour, Thoughts, Travel, why is it always me
1. It is impossible to find your way round without a map and, if you do get lost, the women in the windows aren’t interested in giving you directions. 2. You need to look up in Amsterdam, if you keep looking at ground level you’re missing the architecture....by Neil | Feb 18, 2008 | Life, Personal, The Woodsman, Thoughts, why is it always me, Writing
Last week did not go according to plan. Work was unexpectedly hectic with seemingly one minor drama after another until I was so tired I couldn’t sign my own name – I don’t know who that Nile guy is but his handwriting’s even worse than mine....by Neil | Feb 12, 2008 | commuting, humor, Humour, Life, London, Random, Travel, why, why is it always me
Commuting is a funny old game, as a writer it can be a great place to people watch. Sometimes funny, sometimes sad, sometimes interesting and sometimes downright odd there’s always something to keep you amused. And so I guess I kind of deserved what happened...by Neil | Nov 10, 2007 | Comedy, Hong Kong, humor, Humour, Life, Random, Seemed like a good idea at the time, Travel, why is it always me
Day two here in Hong Kong and today we’re shifting hotels as G is now officially on holiday. We figured it would help her unwind if we switched to a different hotel – it means a change of scene and less people from her company to be sociable with. My first...