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This actually happened. I know because I was there * Scene – The boardroom of a sinister government department hidden somewhere in plain sight. Sinister government operative – So we’re now on the next phase of our “constantly track the public’s whereabouts by sinister means” scheme. Shady government operative – Indeed! We have successfully lulled
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> This week I had the misfortune to stay in the Newcastle Central Travelodge. Now, if I’d picked up some loose woman and had decided to head back to a room for a couple of quick shags, then it wouldn’t have bothered me that much. The raging urges of lust would no doubt have helped
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> The scene: A secret governmental office in some seemingly innocuous building in London. Four top executive types sit around a conference table. Man 1: Right, the department that provide us with our funds are wanting to cut our funding back unless we can prove how valuable and useful we are to the country. Man
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> The youth of today. Perfect in every measure, in the eyes of their parents. Educated to the max and ne’er a want to be denied. Bliss. The same could, no doubt, be said of the youth of my day. We were educated often beyond that which our parents had been. Needs met, fed’
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Being in a college you would expect lots of stairs. Especially as there are 5 floors to the main building and ladders don’t really cut the mustard* really do they?
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I made a mistake. A truly terrible mistake. I’ve ordered a brand new HTC Desire HD as a replacement to my irritatingly fantastic yet annoyingly Windows Mobile 6.5 HTC HD2. Mistake you ask? Surely the Desire HD is everything a technoaddict could ever want until the next must have comes out?! Indeed! It is. Sadly
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This morning I was overjoyed at the prospect that I wouldn’t have to navigate to Rugby having been told on Friday that I should go to LemSpa. On arrival at the Leamington Spa campus I was greeted not by smiles but by glowers and “What the fuck are you doing here? You’re supposed to be
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