Thursday, January 12, 2006

Century My Arse

Yeah, yeah, 100 entries seemed so easy back in the days when I only had two jobs. Now I'm swamped and have no time to write about how dull my life is.

I'm off to Singapore and Thailand on Saturday (well Sunday actuallt as the flight leaves just after midnight for any pedantic stalkers who might be inclined to correct me). That's not boring.

Neither is the condition known as Cheese turner's hypoglycaemia. I only stumbled on it today and I'm pretty sure I've got it. I can't find out much about cheese turning and there's very little information out there about this illness which is probably afflicting cheese turners all over the world and may well explain why all my colleagues are repeatedly absent from work. I think there's a bit of a hush-up going on and I intend to get to the bottom of it. Even if it goes right to the top.

If you don't hear from me for a while it will be for one of the following reasons.

  • I'm enjoying myself in Asia.
  • I'm seriously ill with cheese turners hypoglycameia.
  • I've been silenced to keep a lid on the whole sordid mess.

I may have died from another unrelated cause I suppose but how likely is that?

I ask you!

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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.