Last night (around 6pm if you must know) I was enjoying the cool evening air (outside Aldgate Underground station) while waiting for a friend to arrive . Nothing unusual in that I’ll grant you. I lent back against the railings (that stop impetuous … [Read more...] about Possible proposition outside Aldgate Underground Station. By Andrew Laws
To work for a wage, in sickness and in health.
Here I sit with curved spine huddled over my desk waiting for another Christmas to come, and for a sickness to leave. Working on my own at home means I usually avoid the annual winter ‘what’s going round’ but this year a couple of journeys on packed … [Read more...] about To work for a wage, in sickness and in health.
How National Express turned me into a criminal
Do you ever wonder what scandalous things your friends say about you when your back is turned? How hurt do you think you would be if you ever found out? In my case the low spoken rumours spread by friends and associates are probably all true. It's … [Read more...] about How National Express turned me into a criminal
To you the hacker, my attacker.
To you the hacker; to you who acted so vapidly and without definite aim - but with complete destruction. When you decided to destroy my web server I will never be able to guess your motives or understand your aims. As you sit in your world it’s quite … [Read more...] about To you the hacker, my attacker.
Eddie “The Eagle” Edwards: in praise of spectacular failure and an astounding lack of regard for ones safety.
In England we hate success and love failure, one name that proves the point is Eddy Edwards. Eddie was a plasterer who entered the Winter Olympics in 1988 as a ski jumper, he got through because he happened to be the only person that applied to the … [Read more...] about Eddie “The Eagle” Edwards: in praise of spectacular failure and an astounding lack of regard for ones safety.
Night Owls and Constipated Cavemen
In the interests of marital bliss I continually try and see the world through the eyes of an early bird like my wife, but sadly cohesive intelligent, even vaguely logical thought doesn't commence in my world until at least noon. Only after a decent … [Read more...] about Night Owls and Constipated Cavemen