Listorama: Facebook status updates vol 50
BetaRish is...
Onwards, onwards
Props to anyone giving ashes this Valentine’s day
Life skills they don’t teach you: how to deal with low-level uncertainty
And then we begin again
Magic is as magic does
Remind me never to complain about not being busy. #whydoikeepsayingyes
Friday will mostly be brought to you by grumbles about email tone and back pain
I’d vote for the party that delivers adult snow days
Bereft, as I forgot my fountain pen again
I’ll let you know when I feel my face again
Hello hello I see some industry had its work outing last night
Nose / glass / press
Not sure I have all the words I need today
Whipjack Friday
Spring rain, spring sneezes
Leading from the desk today
So how did you spend that one day of Spring?
I appear to have misplaced an hour
Apparently the modern world’s answer to the productivity crisis is duplication of my effort
keeps getting the ideas / time ratio wrong
If the sea is analogue, does that make the sky digital?
Oh hayfever up yours (or rather up my nose)
April skies a little bit too April-ish for my taste
There should be a sporting event called the ‘Hyper Bowl’. Imagine the hyperbole around it
Look, I like grey; I have nothing against grey, appreciate its calm balancedness. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY PLEASE CAN THERE BE A BLUE SKY AGAIN, JUST ONCE?
Sun’s out, grumps out, apparently
Oh hayfever up yours (nose, specifically)
Oh Cheltenham, I am bringing you snot
At this stage, I can’t tell whether it’s hayfever or a cold
Work/cough/work/sneeze/work/blow nose
New growth market: Bitcoin but for my snot
Go on Spring, stay sprung
Looks like we made it
Thinking about the sea again
Oh plans, I knew ye once
How is the day running away from me already?
First in the studio means all three Super Discount LPs ready to go
Has the bunting come down yet?
On the edge… of what I know not
Sleep shouldn’t still be in my eyes three hours after waking up, right?
has a rattlesnake handshake
Red shirt in the morning, words will be burning
Last night I dreamt Richard Skinner had developed a special course for me: ‘How to write your novel by learning from DJs’ – the guest tutor was DJ Shadow
Was Doubting Thomas doubtful about his soubriquet?
Monday why so grey?
Hello blank page, my taskmaster and paycheque
Scratchy Friday ahoy!
Merit is as merit does?