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The Hundredth Idiot: February 2009
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One hundred idiots make idiotic plans and carry them out. All but one justly fail. The hundredth idiot, whose plan succeeded through pure luck, is immediately convinced he's a genius. Iain M. Banks. Monday, 9 February 2009. Someone make me stop watching this crap. Where do you start? The announcer sounds like a live version of my bank's automated phone system, calling out the names of musical luminaries with all the passion of an autistic belgian accountant. Then there's the insistence on shoe-hornin...
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The Hundredth Idiot: Snooker, Sneering and Shadrack in South London
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One hundred idiots make idiotic plans and carry them out. All but one justly fail. The hundredth idiot, whose plan succeeded through pure luck, is immediately convinced he's a genius. Iain M. Banks. Monday, 18 January 2010. Snooker, Sneering and Shadrack in South London. Well we're open, but you can't play snooker cos it's roller-disco night". N and I said nothing as were clearly in the presence of an weapons-grade lunatic. Roller-disco night? In a snooker club? You can play pool tho.". We pulled the cov...
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The Hundredth Idiot: July 2008
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One hundred idiots make idiotic plans and carry them out. All but one justly fail. The hundredth idiot, whose plan succeeded through pure luck, is immediately convinced he's a genius. Iain M. Banks. Wednesday, 30 July 2008. Signposts to a summer. So what are the england team doing to cash in on this fleeting ambivalence? Pass the smack, blowers. Posted by An Idiot. Labels: an extension of war by other means. Things that are rubbish. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Deep South. London. View my complete profile.
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The Hundredth Idiot: May 2010
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One hundred idiots make idiotic plans and carry them out. All but one justly fail. The hundredth idiot, whose plan succeeded through pure luck, is immediately convinced he's a genius. Iain M. Banks. Friday, 21 May 2010. Cutting Off Your Nose to Spite Your Facebook. This is about as naive as the Incas thinking that the Spanish weren't just interested in all the yellow shiny stuff they had lying around. In order to recoup the investment and pay its bills, Facebook has to make money (see? The current contro...
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The Hundredth Idiot: June 2007
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One hundred idiots make idiotic plans and carry them out. All but one justly fail. The hundredth idiot, whose plan succeeded through pure luck, is immediately convinced he's a genius. Iain M. Banks. Tuesday, 26 June 2007. You ain't sin me. right? Posted by An Idiot. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Deep South. London. View my complete profile. It's All Gone Pink and Lime! Find stuff on here. Things that are rubbish. An extension of war by other means. Things that are not rubbish. She rocks my world.
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Lumpy Badger: Lumpyisms
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Thursday, 8 August 2013. DISCLAIMER: I realize how deeply irritating and unamusing those 'ohmahgawd, my kid said the funniest thing today, let me tell you all about it again and again so you can pretend to laugh while actually wanting to tear your own ears off and eat them' things are. I know, believe me. So all I can say for these is, sorry. I am that parent wanker.]. Lumpy follows me into the loo: "I have to come too," he says, matter of factly. "Because I'm the wee wee supervisor.". I should add that,...
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Lumpy Badger: August 2013
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Thursday, 8 August 2013. DISCLAIMER: I realize how deeply irritating and unamusing those 'ohmahgawd, my kid said the funniest thing today, let me tell you all about it again and again so you can pretend to laugh while actually wanting to tear your own ears off and eat them' things are. I know, believe me. So all I can say for these is, sorry. I am that parent wanker.]. Lumpy follows me into the loo: "I have to come too," he says, matter of factly. "Because I'm the wee wee supervisor.". Cake of Good Hope.
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Lumpy Badger: June 2011
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Wednesday, 15 June 2011. You don't know what you've got till it's gone. And what, I hear you cry, of Lumpy? Enough about your scabs and excesses of arse, woman! We come here to hear about the baby, dagammit! Do you regularly say 'dagammit', dear readers? I like to think you do.). Oh, you want more, do you? Well, I'm a working woman now, you know. I only get a chance to take him out of his drawer once or twice a day. Just for an airing. Actually, that last bit makes me rather pleased to be back at work.
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Lumpy Badger: July 2011
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Monday, 25 July 2011. A plague on both your houses. And, lo, they did mightily displease the great Baby God, and brought down His wrath upon them. And the Baby God did smite them heartily, bringing down plague upon plague upon plague upon their filthy unworthy heads. And there was much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. And the Baby God did laugh to see it, and sent down another plague. THE END. And then one day at work I had a phone call. Don't worry - he wasn't dead. He'd just done a big sq...
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Lumpy Badger: Foreign countries
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Monday, 7 October 2013. So I haven't been around here much lately. I haven't been around anywhere much lately, to be honest. Let's not mince about - it's been pretty grim. Hellish, at times, even. At least if hell is a frantically teething baby who refuses to sleep, then erupts into inconsolable wailing if he gets too tired. Because why didn't you make me sleep earlier, woman? Now I can't even breathe because of you. I haaaaaaattttteee yooooou. Etc etc. Repeat. And die. That's America, not him, by the wa...
