Paperwork

It’s obviously one of those days where paperwork runs rife. As such, I’ve been stalking it, tracking it down, and completing it with a sharpened ballpoint pen. So far today that’s included :

• the Quarterly VAT return
• An application for a check by the Criminal Records Bureau
• various odds and sods for Companies House
• other odds and sods for Inland Revenue
• Contents insurance renewal stuff

And that’s it. Well, for now, anyway.

Whatever happened to the bastards?

Well, Day of the Bastard is obviously complete. My mind’s back on a more sane trip today. So far, anyway.

Day of the Bastard

Yes, for some reason every post today has had the word “bastard” in the title. I have no idea why – it just seemed like a theme at the time.

Daft bastard

According to the Sun’s website (I got it forwarded by a friend, honest) Jarvis Cocker is now calling himself Darren Spooner, and fronting his new band, Relaxed Muscle. Not quite as good a name as “Bigfoot and the Groincrushers” ( © Scaryduck) but all the same…

Cultured Scouse Bastards?

While I don’t necessarily think they entirely deserved it, I’m not surprised that Liverpool was awarded the 2008 European Capital of Culture.

There was no way that Oxford could have coped with the influx of extra people – it has enough problems with the people it gets now, and the traffic/transport system isn’t looking like it’ll improve anytime soon. I don’t know enough about Newcastle/Gateshead to make a judgement – but I’m pretty sure they’ll keep on going for bids in other years. Birmingham wasn’t really in with a chance just yet – I’m hard put to think of real culture around the Brummies anyway (*cue comments protesting my thoughts on that one*) other than Willie the Shake, and he was more Stratford. Bristol? Well, it was in with a chance, but it’s still got a long way to go when it comes to long-standing culture. Fair enough, they’ve got Massive Attack and many others, but there’s still a way to go. And Cardiff? Supposedly it’s had a renaissance over the last four or five years, but again, I’m stumped to think of real culture from there, Manic Street Sweepers notwithstanding.

Anyway, that’s my thoughts on it. Other comments can be found here. But they’re still Scouse bastards, at the end of the day. *Grin*

National Plaster of Paris Shortage. Bastard

I wouldn’t have fancied being the poor sod who had to deal with Barry Manilow’s broken nose – well, not unless you got paid by the time it took.

Nagging bastard *Grin*

Over on Troubled Diva, Mike has named and shamed some UK bloggers who weren’t listed on weblogs.co.uk (or somewhere similar). I was sure I’d done this once, and it appears to have not worked, so I’ve done it again.

And it’s all self-inflicted if you now get two notifications. So there.