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A question for the Tumblr gents out there
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I live in London, and tend to spend far too much time either online or in places which serve alcohol. Either way I entertain myself.
I'm relatively geeky, somewhat blokey, quite sporty, and a big fan of words ending in y.
I used to write a long-form blog, but it's a bit of a struggle nowadays to find the time or inclination to keep it up. Little snippets of my life is much more my style. I'm all about the micro.
I very rarely put links to other sites here, as there's a whole host of people and websites who are already better at it.
This will just be me, warts and all. I tend to be pretty self-critical, and generally open about most things. Moreso in text than face-to-face, it must be said.
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As an example of the sheer scale of wealth in that area of London, where else can you see a window display like this?
The whole shop, fairly big, was purely for shaving paraphernalia. I’ve heard good things about going old school and using the brush/cut-throat combination. Anyone tried it with success?
Despite it only being a 4-day working week, I’m knackered and am very much in need of the weekend. I still don’t think I’m 100% yet after being so ill on Monday/Tuesday, so some sleep would be very welcome.
I was out last night on a work do for the relatively new people in the company, at this swanky yacht club in a posh part of London. Somehow I still qualified as “new” despite being here for 11 months.
I figured I’d duck out early-ish, before clubs and bars were mentioned, so was out of the door by 10 and home by 11. Unfortunately my sense and sensibility was let down by sitting up till 1.30 watching crappy TV. Schoolboy error, so now I’m a touch tired, though thankfully unhungover.
I had a little wander through that area of London on my way to the tube station, and it practically smelt of money. Seriously, I doubt there was anything in any shop that cost less than three figures. How the other half live.
This weekend’s weather looks set to be the hottest of the year so far here, so I reckon it’s time to get the first BBQ of the year going. My new house has a garden, which my last flat didn’t, so I’ll talk my housemates into picking up a cheap BBQ today, ready for the summer. In one of my old houses a few years ago, we had a roof terrace with views across west London, and basically spent every evening from May onwards up there, BBQing almost every meal. I missed that last year, so will be making up for it by consuming vast quantities of meat, ranging from merely blackened to fully cremated. My favourite BBQ meat is a whole chicken breast, smothered in a marinade and ideally with some cheese inside. Classic. But, seeing as it’s the last day of the football season on Sunday, we may have to figure out how to move the TV closer to the garden. I don’t think BBQing inside would work, and doing it on a normal kitchen grill just isn’t the same. What a dilemma.
I’m using my stimulus package to start the Tiny Topherchris Urban Achievers — inner city children of promise but without the necessary means for a higher education. I’m not sending them to college though. Oh no, I’ll be making them do all my housework, chores, and heading out to fetch me a beverage whenever I require one. The stimulus money, in fact, is only for their official t-shirts. The Topherchris Center For Children Who Can’t Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too? I would edit my t-shirt in your honour if it were so.
Via caragh Scroll down and click “play” to view the entire Austrian Rugby Team simultaneously strip and shake their penises with ferocity. Or, you know, don’t…
A topical joke, courtesy of Popbitch
Q: Why do Austrians go raving?
A: They love a little underground house.
Too soon?
With nary a cloud in the sky for the third day in a row here, it seems the female population has decided en masse to disrobe somewhat. For the first time this year, there is a glut of shoulders, arms, backs, chests, and legs on display. They’re all still a bit pasty white, given the time of year, but it’s a start.
Ladies of London (or at least the little area where I work), I salute you and your sun-worshipping ways.