Happy Birthday, Andrew!

I usually don’t bother cluttering up people’s friendspage’s with birthday wishes for people they don’t know. I figure my friends probably know I wish them all the best, or they will when I wish them happy birthday in person. But anw turns 30 today, and y’know, I think that’s worth making an exception for.

Happy birthday, mate. May your 30s be everything you could want them to be.

The rest of you: Go wish my friend a happy birthday, because he deserves it.


And winning today’s “Spectacular Cleverness” award:

I was sitting here working, when I was overcome by a sneezing fit/dust reaction. So, I thought I’d go out for a walk, blow the cobwebs away, and generally refresh myself.

I stepped out the back door, heard it shut behind me, and then realised it was raining. Pissing it down, in fact. Bugger, I thought, mentally cancelling my walk, and reaching for my keys to go back inside, then realising with terrible clarity exactly where I’d left my keys – on top of a speaker in my bedroom.

Mercifully, Andrew arrived home about twenty minutes later, so I got only slightly soaked.

The moral of the story? There is no moral. But I should always keep my keys on me.