Sunday, November 27, 2005

Slog For A Century

Crikey, there I was, revelling in the imminent approach of my 100th posting when what should happen?

Well, work mostly but I seem to have alost my momentum and am faced with the prospect of limping over the line in rather lame fashion.

In my defence I am working eight and half days a week which leaves little time for other pursuits. Tomorrow I'm jeeting off on business which is not a phrase you'll hear a cheese-turner say very frequently. Can't say too much but it appears my turning skills have been recognised and I'm on the fast track, if you don't hear from me again it probably means the meeting was a ruse and I've been lead into a trap, my body will be found at the bottom of the ocean and I'll have been taken out by a rival cheese factory in an succesful industial assasination plot. Or the plane has crashed again as they have done a few times recently.


Hard to see why...

Anyway, nothing interesting to say, should tell you about my brother. Can't be bothered.

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About Me

Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.