I’m a genius.

Pure and simple. I am. I’ve had an idea.

For those of you who don’t know how I spend my daylight hours, I’m a pharmacist. I spend a good deal of my time reviewing the pharmaceutical intakes of people being admitted into a large general hospital. Most of these people, I have come to collectively know as, affectionately, The Wrinklies.

Now, it has only recently struck me just how many medicines some of these The Wrinklies take. Some of them take literally handfuls of the stuff. Some of them put the tablets or capsules into their morning porridge or their evening mashed potato, some of them chew them up, some of them spit them out when nurse is not looking and some of them just say “I’m not taking any more fucking tablets, piss off” (its true, some of them do say that)  but mostly they just shove it in their gob with a sip of their beverage of choice. Usually, this beverage is a nice cup of tea (although, sometimes its a pint of Real Ale or a shot of single malt). Most of The Wrinklies complain at one time or another about how many tablets they take and perhaps that they might start to rattle soon. After exhaustive research, I’ve also discovered that The Wrinklies are also partial to biscuits and seem to be especially fond of digestive biscuits, or if they’re feeling particularly saucy, chocolate digestive biscuits.

My idea is this. Take all of those medicines, add some wheatgerm and some sugar, and a little margarine (thats what digestive biscuits seem to be made of) compress it into a biscuit shape, slather it in milk chocolate. Serve it up once, twice or three times a day with a steaming cup of tea and there you have it. No complaining, no rattling, just pigs-in-shit.

Or Wrinklies with a cup of tea and a chocolate digestive biscuit, same thing.

Overheard in the street.

Listen mate. Don’t you eat my spirulina. I paid fourteen quid for that.

I don’t know why but I found this hilarious.

Blagclub in Notting Hill.

From Per. A new night for Antipodeans and friends in West London.? ?

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Maybe I’ll see you there. Rumored to be repeated two-mon\0thly.

Investment Wankers

I read today that five City Bankers enjoyed a meal at a top restuarant in London and quaffed £44,000 (that’s over A$100,000) worth of wine, including one bottle of Chateau Petrus Pomerol - a 1945 vintage costing £11,600, quite tasty I’m sure.  The restaurant was so impressed, they waived the food bill (£400). Now, I don’t know about you, but I say that anyone who thinks almost £12,000 for a bottle of wine is money well spent, is not a banker, they’re a wanker.

More updates.

I can't believe its been almost more than a month since my last post.

I just haven’t been interested in anything much to do with my computer for a while. Been too busy I guess.

I’ve started work again at my old job and its just like I never left.

Came back two weekends ago from a great trip to Paris with Tricky and my brother. We saw more of Paris than our previous two trips combined, thanks in part to Benza’s penchant for walking but also because our last two trips were under trying circumstances- the first, travel sickness (sick whilst travelling, I suspect I had pneumonia) and the second, travel sickness (sick OF travelling, we REALLY wanted to just unpack our stuff for more than a few days and were gagging to get to London).

Anyway, we had a great time. We stayed in the Montmartre area (great area to stay) near the Moulin Rouge and the Pigalle sex district (kind of like King’s Cross I suppose) and Montmartre itself is a hill in Paris with the most amazing residential areas and an artist’s market near the Sacre Couer church at the top. It was the most stereotypically French part of Paris I had seen, I think and I suppose because of this it was crawling with tourists. We wandered through TWO huge cemeteries in search of Jim Morrison’s gravestone (I don’t know why, I don’t consider myself a huge fan and when you really think about it, he was a bit of a wanker). We found it. We went to the top of the Arch De Triomphe which is a truly impressive war monument with spectacular night time views over Paris. We visited the Picasso Museum which was excellent, and the Pantheon, which was.. erm.. big. We searched in vain for some really good French food, but found some really bad French food and some really good Indian food. We also endured a waiter’s rudeness when we confirmed that, yes, we were Philistine’s and that we really would like our coffee before our meal, not after, if its not to much trouble thankyou (at least that’s what I would have said had I known any French). And Tricky found some really cool Patrick trainers for €30 each.

Unfortunately, my photos from this trip seem to have disappeared from storage, never to be seen again. Ah, well, excuse enough for a fourth trip. And Benza got some good ones I think. I may persuade him to let me use some

Speaking of photos, and I know I’ve said this before, but I really should have some more up soon.

I’m sure there’s more to tell but I’ve lost interest again so, until next time, BYE.