Help! It seems as though I’m becoming wank-word obsessed. I’m listening out for them all the time now. I think I may be developing a wank-word problem. Where do I go? Wankwordaholic’s anonymous? Anyone have their number? Anyway, in my quest to discover more wankwords, I stumbled upon another chap’s blog post about tips on things to avoid when writing …
Wank word!
Sunday’s wankword is: Workflow.
Wankword bingo.
Further to my post, two articles down, I found a brilliant idea some chap has come up with called ‘wankword bingo’. To play, just print off the wankword card from here. Then simply tick off wank words as you hear them and as soon as you have five in a line, vertically, horizontally or diagonally, shout BINGO! This card’s specifically …
Gissa job.
I’m job hunting at the moment. So, I sit down with the job supplement out of the local paper and search through the pages. What’s all this crap I’m faced with? Job titles such as ‘Corporate Performance Officer’, Crisis Worker’, ‘Financial Inclusion Officer’ and my personal favourite, ‘Sector Facilitator’. Perhaps if I knew what they actually meant, I might apply …
Firty-fahsand fevvers.
Shall I tell you what gets on my nerves? Well, loads of stuff actually, but today I’ll have a moan about the things people say. I was listening to the Today programme on BBC Radio 4 on my way to work this morning (I usually pick up a word I’ve never heard before – today it was ‘ululate‘) and it’s …
Crash!
On this week’s ’24’ one person – ONE single person – deliberately sabotaged and reformatted the entire FBI computer system. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I love that programme.
Whered’ he go?
Hi-vis vests. They’re brill! They’re designed to be extra glowy like one of those highlighter pens so that the wearer can be seen. And they do what it says on the tin. Or, rather, vest. I thought they were worn for safety reasons originally, which sounds like a good and sensible idea. However, now it seems everyone wears glowy vests …
What?
Back to the TV show I love to hate… Sky’s ’24’. This programme is stupid, unfeasible, unbelievable and totally unmissable! I love to watch it and see how many faults I can pick with it. It keeps me going all week. One of the bits I picked up on in this week’s episode, and I’m sure it’s not just confined …
Snooker loopy? Not me!
“Ooooo, did you watch the snooker final?” everyone’s asking me. No, I fucking didn’t! And shall I tell you why? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. It’s because all the players feel the need to to wiggle their middle finger whilst cueing up a shot. What the fuck’s all that about? They never used to do it years ago. Now they …
Ice, Ice, Baby.
I smugly watched all my neighbours this morning scraping ice from the windows of their cars. They all had their motors running, exhaust polluting the atmosphere, while they scraped. And scraped. And scraped. All of them, to a person, have a garage. And where do they park? On the fucking road, two wheels on the pavement as is standard nowadays, …