What a Cnut.

In fact, it's delicious. Or should that be del.icio.us? I'm fucked if I know. But anyhoo, here's what I'm talking about... I now have a del.icio.us bookmark sharing thingy. Just click here to see a list of all my bookmarks. Have fun.

When the greenish-grey thing landed on the hatch Johnny got so much of a fright he jumped backwards, tripped over a tree-root and fell. His head hit a rock his eyes began to water. Johnny shook his head from side to side, just like he'd seen people do on the TV when they got hit on the head, sat up and looked at the spaceship again. At the bottom of the ramp of the greenish-grey thing shook what must be it's head (It was the bit that had the eyes in it) and made a noise that sounded like "Snargle-flaggle-shood." The alien looked at Johnny. Johnny looked at the alien. "Hello." Said Johnny. "K-phhlllut" Said the Alien as it turned around and looked at it's upsidedown spaceship. Johnny stood up and walked over to where the alien was now kicking the side of the spaceship and making strange noises. It sounded to Johnny like the alien was a bit angry so he went to ask if the alien would like any help. "Excuse me" He said, as his mom had tau...

I may not be posting much for the next couple of days to give myself some time away from the computer world.

This is a rough start to the short story I began. Johnny and the Alien. Johnny loved playing in the woods at the back of his house. It was his place, his own personal jungle where he could hide from the hordes of Indian Braves that were always on the lookout or a scalp or two. It was where he played Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers and sometimes, if there were other children, he got to play War. Even if there weren't other kids hanging around in the woods Johnny could use his imagination to conjure up an enemy, or ten, whom he could track. Luckily, Johnny had an imaginary friend who was a superlative actor who could play an Indian tracker with consummate skill. On the day Johnny met the alien he was playing in the mudpool. Johnny that is, not the Alien. Aliens don't play in mudpools. They're too busy studying the mysteries of the universe, making crop circles and buzzing Air Force jets to concern themselves with the joys of the mudpool. Johnny was pushing an armored ...

Ok folks. You asked for it so here goes... My ideal woman would. Make me feel Love like I had never been in love before. Love me like she had never been in love. Enrage me to the point of madness. Be absolutely open to everything and anything. Ideas, beliefs etc etc. Never shy away from saying the things no-one says. Be honest. Realize that my past made me who I am and accept it as unalterable. Have a nice smile. Make me laugh. Correct me if she thinks I'm wrong and realize it doesn't really matter. Be warm and caring. Appreciate that life is the one joke that we'll never know the punchline to. Laugh at the absurdity of arguing. And that's about all I can think of just now. I may add things later as I think of them.

Here is a translation of this site into Japanese. ここにこの場所の翻訳は日本語にある。

Then they came for the smokers and I was mightily pissed at them for that. It's kinda off of me to compare the smoking ban with the persecution of an entire ethnic group. But, the proposed ban on smoking in public that is to take place next march has really got my goat. Who are these do-good fuckwits who deem that I shouldn't be able to choose an early death? The same people who allow massive companies to spoil our atmosphere by polluting it with barrels of toxic poison and smile happily, as their share prices rocket skywards. And while we're on the subject of body poisoning... Would all you people who stand in the pub throwing back bottles of Becks Beer, Brandy and Burgundy & harp on about how my cigarette smoke is killing you, please... Fuck off. You are a hypocrite and a moron. And to all of you who drive a car of any kind... You my toxin producing friends are making a bigger mess of this planet than I ever will with my cigarettes.