Use Facebook to keep informed of how various lakes and rivers are fishing, but I provide minimal personal info, rarely post and have zero ‘friends’. Decline all requests including family. Use twatter to pick up Forest news but not posted on it for about five years now. Talkback, on the other hand…
(Is this strictly classified as social media, BTW? Antisocial media perhaps.)
In Skegness. The waiter at tea last night called me darling.
Someone raised a complaint at work after been called (in a jocular fashion) a Muppet.
Ha. Jeez. In your team? As in, are you going to have to sit in a meeting with a straight face about it?
It's an enquiry worth leading. "So, which Muppet did you have in mind?".
Wouldn't like to bump into him in a dark alley. I assume they can't afford lights in skegness these days?
I have put a torch down somewhere round here. fuck knows where it is.
Went in to the loft to look. A large wasp/hornet type thing squared up to me as it fell off something I moved. Bashed it's brains out with a box of golf balls.
Can you not shine a light on it?
No. Eurovision songs banned at tricky towers.
Are they your Waterloo?
Hasn't made his mind up.
No but the guy who does, when the HR woman told him about it burst out laughing and was asked why is it funny.
The aforementioned Muppet has to knit for 5 minutes or so every hour to control her hyperfocus apparently.
Game's gone.
Found the torch.
First game of golf for a while tomorrow. 'While' measured in years. Planning on winging it.
Washed my clubs, and put them away. Very happy with my nice par on the longest par 4. Trying not to think about all the sixes. The eleven definitely didn't happen.
