Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The hole
I didn't even know my new place had a basement until Pete mentioned it.
The lights are out, as are a couple of stairs.
Then there are the eerie faces on the wall, feebly illuminated by my phone light. (Recommend skipping 40 seconds or so of the video and using full screen.)
I think I might take to leaving something heavy on top of the trapdoor when I go to bed.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Staba
Attention Starbucks:
No, I don't want 'anything else' - I would've ordered it in the first place, you smug gits.
No, I don't want 'anything else' - I would've ordered it in the first place, you smug gits.
Labels: EVIL
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Words of wisdon: there is no banana bread
Woke up this morning to find, uncharacteristically, a text message from the dad.
Perhaps some words of encouragement ahead of my newswriting mock exam?
Hello dan joe tells me he's had banana bread it's not true don't believe his lies he is a twat. Love to you.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps some words of encouragement ahead of my newswriting mock exam?
Hello dan joe tells me he's had banana bread it's not true don't believe his lies he is a twat. Love to you.
Perhaps not.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Up, up and away
It probably is best not to fiddle with switches or controls when riding in the back seat of an air force plane.
A man who failed to obey that principle found himself hurtling out of the cockpit, smashing through the Perspex canopy and into space after grabbing the black- and yellow-striped handle between his legs. He had inadvertently pulled the eject lever and found himself blasted 100 metres into the sky on his rocket-powered seat.
Man accidentally ejects himself from plane
The Grauniad Monday 2 November 2009
A man who failed to obey that principle found himself hurtling out of the cockpit, smashing through the Perspex canopy and into space after grabbing the black- and yellow-striped handle between his legs. He had inadvertently pulled the eject lever and found himself blasted 100 metres into the sky on his rocket-powered seat.
Man accidentally ejects himself from plane
The Grauniad Monday 2 November 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
700th post!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Updates
Just to clue my thousands of readers in to some of the cosmetic alterations on Trashed Elbow this week: the new links on the right are people off my course.
The Unlikely Lads are Josh and Matt, who are challenging each other at all 26 Olympic disciplines (everything in the Olympics fits into one of 26 categories) and recording their efforts.
Very funny and provides revealing insight into the minds of these two disturbed individuals.
Bloggers are egomaniacs is Glyn's effort which is currently detailing his less ambitious plan to grow a moustache for Movember.
Finally, the reason my picture on the right has disappeared is because Yahoo are a worthless shower of tossers. I shall be putting this to rights once I track down a copy of the iconic "Trashed Elbow" snap in the bedlam that is my gmail account.
The Unlikely Lads are Josh and Matt, who are challenging each other at all 26 Olympic disciplines (everything in the Olympics fits into one of 26 categories) and recording their efforts.
Very funny and provides revealing insight into the minds of these two disturbed individuals.
Bloggers are egomaniacs is Glyn's effort which is currently detailing his less ambitious plan to grow a moustache for Movember.
Finally, the reason my picture on the right has disappeared is because Yahoo are a worthless shower of tossers. I shall be putting this to rights once I track down a copy of the iconic "Trashed Elbow" snap in the bedlam that is my gmail account.
Labels: TRASHED ELBOW
Thursday, October 29, 2009
1:45:45
Two miles to go and profoundly little danger of the photo being blurred by my speed.
Labels: IMAGES, SELF IMPROVEMENT
Monday, October 26, 2009
Preparation, dai-san
The clocks went back this morning, although a combination of drunken, gregarious sister and flu-ridden yampy kids meant that I didn't exactly max out the extra hour in bed.
I'd lined up porridge for breakfast, safe in the knowledge that there were porridge oats in the cupboard.
Sadly, the oats, upon inspection, were 18 months past their use-by date.
Sadlier still, I went ahead and made myself a bowl of porridge.
I kept it down all round the course too, although it was touch and go at times.
I'd lined up porridge for breakfast, safe in the knowledge that there were porridge oats in the cupboard.
Sadly, the oats, upon inspection, were 18 months past their use-by date.
Sadlier still, I went ahead and made myself a bowl of porridge.
I kept it down all round the course too, although it was touch and go at times.
Labels: DAN GETS STUCK INTO A BUNCH OF MINGING OLD PORRIDGE, SELF IMPROVEMENT
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Preparation, part deux
An e-mail from the half marathon tomfoolerisers advised all entrants to write their name and an emergency contact number on the reverse of our race numbers (I'm number 14.)
I scribbled in my name, the house number and Follow me on Twitter! dangmckeown to be on the safe side.
I also stuck in a Japanese proverb on the face of the number:
Daikibansei: great talents mature late
In order to be fully prepared for the rigours of taking on fluids on the run, I did a few laps of the block taking plastic cups of squash off the front wall: not a great success.
First time: I threw half the drink over Joe, who was lining them up, and lost most of the rest up my sleeve.
Second time: I managed to get 50% of the drink in my mouth and 100% in my face.
Third time: I took the cup on the run at full speed with a deft pirouette, drained the contents, then threw up as I was running down the road.
I scribbled in my name, the house number and Follow me on Twitter! dangmckeown to be on the safe side.
I also stuck in a Japanese proverb on the face of the number:
Daikibansei: great talents mature late
In order to be fully prepared for the rigours of taking on fluids on the run, I did a few laps of the block taking plastic cups of squash off the front wall: not a great success.
First time: I threw half the drink over Joe, who was lining them up, and lost most of the rest up my sleeve.
Second time: I managed to get 50% of the drink in my mouth and 100% in my face.
Third time: I took the cup on the run at full speed with a deft pirouette, drained the contents, then threw up as I was running down the road.
Labels: IMPENDING DOOM, SELF IMPROVEMENT
Friday, October 23, 2009
Preparation
With two days to go until the Coventry Half Marathon and 120 big ones riding on me making it round in one piece, I have finally embarked on a training programme.
Happily, it designates the last two days as rest days.
Happily, it designates the last two days as rest days.
Labels: IMPENDING DOOM, SELF IMPROVEMENT
