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Owen Paul party

Goodness, Christmas is coming and the nation is getting fat. And drunk.

So, bearing in mind you are all duffering around at work looking for any excuse to pass the time in fun, I present my gift to you all..

Fun game to waste work's time

There's actually a couple of games on the site, this is the first one. It's dangerously compelling though. You have been warned.

Meanwhile, a trip to visit Tanya Turnaround yesterday had me looking through their photo album.

"This is our place in Nigeria."
"This is our trip to Ghana."
"Oh, this is where we live now in Rio."

Bloody hell my life is boring. Still, they're putting me up in Brazil, so no complaints.

Also, another poem for the vaults:

Ode to Barry


Dear Barry, you’ve once again somehow contrived,
To live like you do 12 more months and survive
And thought we may not see you much nowadays
(and most of that seen through an alcohol haze)
It’s still nice to know that some days you’ll pop round
At four in the morning when you are in town

We know you’re kept busy with all sorts of fun,
Your flats are collapsing, your tenants are scum,
And still you find time to make random, drunk visits
To teach frightened students the basics of physics
And so, understanding you’re tied up this way,
We’re writing this Christmas with something to say…

The fact is, although you might publish big articles,
The rumour is that you’ve got really small particles.

(Trust me, all these poems are funny if you know the people).

posted by Peter The Great @ 12:54 PM