Bigbro's foray into the scary world of blogging
...on the way to the train station this morning I encountered bright sunshine, gale force winds, rain and sleet.
...on the way from the train station this evening I encountered a pub, a Kev and a Mark, several pints, a quiz in which we got 6 and one third but did not win pints, many puns - all bad, Keith Chegwins Little Swap Shop of Horrors, some kind of delicious quasi-nourishment wrapped up in appetising looking Abrakebabra wrapping, a discussion about draining and why some mental images are not appropriate for the pub - or anywhere!, many texts to and from the Nor'n Oirish Jacuzzimastah, stuffing and a bag of chips, friendly locals, and a lovely piece of chocolate that I'd forgotten about from last night.
If the walk to and from the train is a philosophical metaphor for our meandering journey through life, then I think the lesson to be learned is that using an iPhone becomes progressively harder for Americans as they consume more alcohol. I bet that's not a user interface test Steve Jobs thought of...
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