Has anyone seen the Knock-off Nigel TV ads doing the rounds?
It appears those promoting anti-piracy have given up on the previous campaign of “If you download a pirate film, you are funding terrorism” and instead are accusing those pirates of being tight-fisted so-and-so’s who steals sweets from children (do the quiz on the website).
I can honestly say I have never downloaded a pirate DVD or CD (no, honestly!). I do, however, know people who have. Now I can be safe in the knowledge that those pirates I associate with, are not members of Al Qaeda out to blow me up, but simply out to nick my Fruit Pastilles.
The modern day film pirate is less likely to be doing this…
and more likely to be spotted doing this…
After the Ricky Hatton shambles, McClaren’s men losing to Croatia, and the rugby team going out of some competition; I have come to the conclusion that England are shit at all sports, and always will be.
In fact, if an Englishman had to face a monkey in a game of “paper/scissors/stone”, the monkey would win – as long as it wasn’t born in the UK.
At least us English are good at one thing – wars. Had our forefathers not been so brave and courageous, we would be speaking German right now; and Sparkster.net would be Sparkster.de.
Oh well. The fat Manc ended up on his arse. What a shame. Not really surprised; us English never win anything. Unlucky Hatton – better luck next time, etc, etc…
Time to get back to bed.
Please note the timestamp on my blog. I have surfaced at this crazy time to watch the Ricky Hatton – Floyd Mayweather fight. Two boxers, who in my hazy state, I originally believed to be Ricky and Floyd, are currently scrapping. It looks boring, and had this been the main event, I would have gone back to bed.
I feel weird, and as if I should be asleep rather than writing on my blog. I am finding it hard to concentrate – it is like I am typing while badly drunk. This is obviously down to surfacing in the middle of the night, something I don’t think I have ever done before. The only reason I am blogging, is because, come the daytime, if I don’t see the timestamp, I probably won’t believe it myself that I got up at 4am!
They say Ricky Hatton has got a difficult task tonight; I think getting up at 4am is bad enough in itself!
If you notice any spelling/grammar errors in this blog, please put it down to the fact I am more than half asleep.
Today was the final lesson of my management course. Apart from a small piece of work I need to finish, the project is now fully complete. I can now forget about it all, and await my certificate.
The final lesson on the course was spent performing presentations on the coursework we had written. My project focuses around network security and account management. I was told the whole presentation had to be 5-10 minutes in duration. I managed 6 minutes (3 of which was post-Powerpoint questions). I passed the unit, and the assessor didn’t shout out “Dance for me, Monkeyboy!” so I expect I did something right, and fulfilled enough time and content.
Apparently now, I am qualified to manage people, head meetings and make important decisions. I am, however, yet to receive any of the typical management perks – a lovely secretary, 8-week holidays, a massive salary, and a licence to screw up :o)
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
