The Friday Five
1. What is your biggest pet peeve? Why?
Probably either Virgin Trains or people who wait ten minutes to get on a tram/bus to travel two stops, in a journey they could have walked in <5 minutes. Actually, probably idiotic or lazy people in general. And Virgin Trains. 2. What irritating habits do you have?
Snoring. And most people would probably say breathing too. Oh, and thinking about things too much. Which is odd, because I’m not thinking too hard about these answers at all.

3. Have you tried to change the irritating habits or just let them be?
I’ve tried sorting the snoring, with some success (now it depends on how I sleep, and doesn’t normally kick in badly.) I tried stopping breathing too, but then decided that it would make too many people happy, so I continued breathing.

4. What grosses you out more than anything else? Why?
BO. Smelly people in general. It’s vile, and blasts itself into my space too.

5. What one thing can you never see yourself doing that other people do?
That depends on my mood. Sometimes it comes down to something as simple as “having a proper job”, “getting married/ having a partner” or “having a family”. Other times it gets more out there, and comes down to things like “being happy.”

OK, I know, I know, I’m a techie beyond all reasonable expectations of the word. But I see things like this digital camera and I just go “oooooooohhhh”. I want one. But then I’d need a laptop with Bluetooth to go with it.

Dear Santa……………………..

And I’ve just laughed myself comatose at this story ( © BBC as per ) – flatpack furniture made fool proof. I bet my father could still naff it up though. A man who thinks something is level because the bubble in the spirit level is at the same end all the way round….

Out of interest, why is it that Angela Lansbury (and whoever the character was she played in Murder She Wrote) never got suspected of murder herself? How come that never happens? It would make so much fun for the detective to be accused every so often. In Murder She Wrote, wherever the cute doddery old pensioner goes, Murder soon follows. But no-one ever accuses her. WHY? She’s the only common factor in all the killings, for christ’s sake. And the way the killer is revealed is always one step short of a set-up. Why isn’t it that she’s just framing other people all the time?

It’s the same in the UK with Midsomer Murders – actually John Nettles was in both that and Bergerac, so he’s doubly accused – there’s more killings and death in that one little part of the world than in all the major cities put together. And no-one suspects anything. It’s weird, I tell you, weird.

I don’t know what makes Wee Bull and Bob so appealing, but I’ve just gone through the flash files one by one and laughed at all of them. Bizarre, but suits my humour just about perfectly.

Yay – at long last I think I’ve sussed the POS archiving. Next all I need to do is make a link to the proper archivey things. Or something.

I can’t be arsed to understand it at this time of night/morning. So I’ll leave it til tomorrow. Or whenever.